The Child Who Holds the Power

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Once I was well enough to leave the hospital I was moved to a safe house and there were guards constantly outside the house. I wasn't actually aloud to leave the house not that I felt like leaving anyway. I didn't sleep for two straight days after leaving the hospital because I was so scared that somehow the same guys were going to find me. I didn't sleep until Josh came over. I only felt safe when he was with me.

He barely ever left the house I was staying in because he knew I didn't sleep when he wasn't here. Most of the time he would even sleep in my room with me because he was trying to help me get over what happened with his brother who he never talked about. We were supposed to leave for Vancouver in two days so Josh helped me pack. I was really excited because I'd never been to Canada before. I was also looking forward to a break from the constant watch of the guards who wouldn't tell me why they were there.

Josh continually told me that he was going to tell me what was going on once we were in Vancouver but not knowing anything was getting to me. I could tell everyone was avoiding the subject and my parents were barely ever home. They were always off doing something and just gave me vague excuses as to what they were actually doing. Not that I thought they would be much help considering the secrets they neglected to tell me already. My parents would have to be the most frustrating part in my whole situation because they could explain everything to me but woudn't. They didn't take much convincing to let me go to Vancouver. In fact I think they thought it was a good idea that I went. Whether that was because they were able to shirk the responsibility of telling me the truth or for some other unknown reason. To be honest I had  no idea what they thought and didn't bother to ask. The secrecy my life was wrapped in was doing nothing for our already broken relationship.

Not only was nobody telling me information I had the right to know, but no one was exactly telling me how I was supposed to tap into the magic I supposedly had. In fact by the time it was Saturday, the day we were supposed to leave, I literally thought it was the best idea in the world and not for my benefit, but mostly for the safety of others. Being couped up in a house for the last couple of days hasn't done much for my temper. The whole situation was insanely frustrating and my only salvation was knowing I was going to get answers soon. And a week away with Josh in Vancouver.

It was almost like déjà vu, boarding a plane and then sitting in first class with Josh. I couldn't help but smile at the memories of when we first met. We were leaving LA at six in the morning and it seemed for Josh that was a little early for a Saturday so he slept for almost the whole trip. I didn't mind because he looked to peaceful and I know trying to make sure I was sleeping was taking its toll on him. I was glad to see him getting some well-earned rest.

It was kind of weird though that he didn't even wake up when we landed but also funny in a way. I whispered his name not too loudly as to startle him but I knew he had pretty good hearing being a vampire. But he was sound asleep and didn't even stir. I tapped him lightly on the shoulder and yet he still didn't wake up. I quietly reached over and undid his seat belt but still no reaction. I was starting to get worried and then it occurred to me that he might be faking it. So I covertly looked around to see if anyone was watching before I went ahead. Stealthily I pulled an ice cube from my cup of water that was resting on my tray table and shook of some of the water.

Then with my free hand I placed it on Josh's chest and pretended I was trying to rouse him, "Josh, Josh wake up we're here."

And when he didn't move I moved my hand to the top of his shirt and slowly pulled it away from him. Without a second thought I dropped the ice cube down his shirt. His eyes snapped open immediately and he let out a high pitched yelp. He would have jumped out of his seat if I hadn't grabbed his shoulder. I knew I had such a guilty look on my face but I couldn't help but feel triumphant that I had caught him out.