Losing It All Is Easier Than Getting It Back

Chapter 5

“Harold?” he asked in eager confusion.

“No one.” I said quickly, not really understanding what I felt the need to lie.

“No, I’ve heard that name.” he insisted.

“Well there are a lot of Harolds.” I urged.

“But there’s not man Harolds I know who could put a jolt of fear into your eyes when you said their name. Please, just tell me.”

I sighed, knowing I couldn’t deny a direct order. “Promsie you won’t do anything irrational?”

He nodded. “Sure.”

“He’s the vampire who took me.” I whispered, tears finally coming to my eyes as the dull pain in my heart increased into terror.

Zane tensed. “That’s who did this to you? I’ll kill him, he doesn’t have any right to be doing this…”

“No! you said you wouldn’t do anything irrational! You promised.”

“Kat look at what he’s done! How is killing him irrational?” he demanded and I shrank away at the sound of his voice. He calmed immediately. “This is what I’m talking about, I even try to so much as touch you and you run away in fear.”

I felt tears come to my eyes as my heart seemed to crack. He really did think was hopeless. At first I thought he just felt sorry but this just proved that he really did just give into me being a lost cause. One without a soul.

“It just hurts to see you and everyone else at that place being terrorized everyday of their lives all because of one vampire.”

I shrugged and didn’t say anything, feeling the twinge of annoyance once again.

“Aright you can’t hide anymore. What’s wrong?” he asked his voice playful. I remained silent. “Okay let me ask you this. Are you ticklish?”

I looked over in confusion to see a smirk on his face. “Like I would tell you.” I replied smartly.

He narrowed his eyes before poking my ribs, fast enough so that I didn’t have time to shy away. I yelped out in surprise and he tried again, lingering there for a moment and make me laugh hysterically. That was probably my biggest weakness when I came to physical means. Tickle my ribs and I was useless.

He laughed. “So you are ticklish.”

I back away, getting off the bed nervously. Before I could move any further he had both hands on my ribs and I could breathe from laughing so hard. I crumpled to the floor and he straddled me playfully continuing as I tried to move away from his merciless fingers.

I opened my eyes and suddenly froze in utter terror. I no longer saw Zane’s laughing form above me, I saw Harold’s cold and excited gray eyes staring intently down at me as his hands traveled up and down my body, discovering areas that only I should know about.

Tears flooded my eyes and spilled over and I screamed out in a panic. Suddenly I felt two arms lifting me and placing me on the bed once more and I opened my tear filled gaze to see Zane staring down at me with a wide, guilt and anguish filled gaze. We both jumped as Christa barged through the door. She looked from Zane to me and back.

“Out. Now.” she said quickly and curtly.

He didn’t argue and left without a word. She sat beside me and rubbed my back comfortingly “What happened?”

The small rivers that flowed down my face continued steadily and I buried my face in my knees. I felt terrible. I had pretty much just ruined any kind of truth I had for him and he had for me. I shook my head and remained silently crying against the pants that he had given me. I had finally begun to realize that I actually might have had a chance at living as normally as possible with these people. Now? Now I wouldn’t have been surprised if Zane came in and said they were taking me back to Harold.

“He wouldn’t do that if his life depended on it, Kat. You’ve only shaken him, he’ll get over it.”

I just shrugged. “Why cant I be even somewhat normal? All I ever wanted in life was to do art and live freely.” I whispered.

She sighed and stayed silent for a moment before finally speaking. “Sometimes we get thrown into situation that seem like they’re never going to just end and everything we have lived for seems as lonely and unneeded as being a single flower in the desert. At the time it seems hopeless but then when the flower blooms it attracts al sorts of life and as more and more time passes more flowers start to inhabit around the original one. And in the end the flower has grown more beautiful than ever before.” her story ended and left only silence.

“What are you saying?” I asked, desperate for anything she might have that would help me.

“I’m saying that right now and for the past few months of your life you’ve been all alone and lost. But just don’t five up. Things will get better and who knows? You might even end up being happier than you were before. Everything happened for a reason.”

I nodded. “Thanks, that helps. I didn’t mean to hurt him. I really didn’t. it’s just when I saw him I saw Harold for a second and what he did to me…” I trailed off and she nodded knowingly.

“You should tell him.” she said finally.

I nodded. I knew I should, I just didn’t know how…