Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
"Who's playing dad?" I plopped down in the seat next to him and he looked at me like I'd grown an extra head.
"You want to watch the game with me?"
"Yeah sure, so who's playing?" As if I’d even know if he told me. I just needed to get his attention away from me for a bit, until I could safely escape upstairs.
That way he wouldn’t suspect the fact that his little girl had turned into a burning cauldron of lust.
He got all excited and started telling me about the Patriots and the game of football, which made me want to run screaming.
I hate sports, I don't see how anyone could sit around and watch it religiously like my dad did, but if it would distract him I figured what the heck.
I sat there with him, not seeing a thing, though he seemed rather excited to have someone to watch with. When the madness was at an end I escaped to my room, where I brooded, until Thorn called me to say goodnight.
Hearing his voice on the other line made my skin burn and itch in an extremely sensual way, like I wanted to rub myself against the first rough surface I found.
I wondered if all girls or women felt this same feverish heat when they met someone they liked, but there was no one to ask and the Internet hadn’t given me much to go by.
I could ask the source of my own personal inferno, but how embarrassing is that?
The good thing is I think he was just as affected; his voice sounded thicker and a little strained. There was definitely something going on here.
The most compelling evidence was the strong feeling in the pit of my core that something in him was pulling at something in me. I couldn’t put it into words, but I felt it strongly in every part of me.
“Thorn, are we going to be together?” Where the hell had that come from? I had no idea I was going to say those words out loud.
“Always moya malen’kaya. Ya tebya lyublyu ” I have no idea what the words meant, but somewhere deep inside I understood every one.
“Sleep well my love and tomorrow I will be there to get you first thing okay.”
“Are you sure, you’re sure you’re going to be there or are you going to disappear again?” My pulse raced in fear at the mere thought. I don’t think I could survive this time if he did that.
“Never again vozlyublennoy, sweetheart.” He answered my question before it was asked. I repeated the word on a whisper and felt the truth of his words in my heart.
We said our goodnights as the scary wind kicked up outside. I was feeling too good to let even that bother me, as I cuddled into my pillow and lost myself in sleep.
***
Outside in the darkness, a force battered against the windows of the house, trying valiantly to break through the intricate shields of protection that had been placed there.
Anger grew, and with it, a burning jealousy that had no outlet. The loud screech got lost in the wind, as the show of love from a master for one so pitiful and undeserving was so very obvious in the strength of those bonds of protection.
Years of careful plotting and searching had not yielded her whereabouts; there too he had protected her and now it might be too late.
The time was drawing near, unless she can be reached, everything would’ve been in vain and that cannot happen.
With one last peering gaze through the window at the sleeping face, so peaceful in slumber, so innocent, the darkness receded.
Inside all that was heard was the loud wind knocking against the panes of the window, the branches of the trees doing their wild dance in the night.
Another pair of eyes now watched over and covered with warmth as she slept. Knowing that it was almost time to reveal all.
Making sure that the evil was gone for the night at least, this new force turned and headed back with a heavy heart.
It was never easy hurting those you love, and this will most definitely cause pain to one so young.
There were harsh words exchanged in the wind as the two collided with each other. But one will always bend to the will of the other’s strength.
And so it went as it usually does and the young Jasmine slept on not knowing that her life was about to change forever.
Chapter 13
The next morning he was there as promised, and suddenly I was back to being shy again. I had no idea how we were going to do this now, how things were going to be between us after everything that we had shared.
Up until the day that I became sick, I’d hardly ever seen him at school. Would I see more of him now or would he go back into hiding? Though he had promised not to disappear, that didn’t mean he wanted everyone to know about this, whatever this was.