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In celebration of my most favorite month…October, I thought I would post what I think is a rather scary scene from my MS Broken…enjoy!!!

~UPDATE 11/07/09 : I’ve made some revisions to the original post.

 

         “Beer?” Caleb leaned over to ask, and I nodded.

         He disappeared in the crowd surrounding the bar, and Kim slid up next to me.

          “What is going on?” She demanded.

          I bit my lip and shrugged. “I have no idea. He was in the parking lot when everyone left.”

          “And did he apologize?”

          “I guess, sorta.”

          “Sorta? He should have, Sarah. He was gone and didn’t even bother to call you. And then Thursday night, that’s bullshit.”

          “What’s bullshit?” Caleb asked as he placed an ice cold beer in my hand.

          “That was fast,” I said.

          Kim opened her mouth to say something else, but I stopped her with my glare. She shrugged and walked off, mumbling, “Whatever.”

          “What is she talking about?” He tilted his head to the side with child-like curiosity.

          I took a deep breath. “She thinks you owe me an apology for Thursday night and for being a jerk. And then sneaking off with Aimee. While you were gone, you didn’t bother to answer my texts. I was seriously worried about–”

          He held up his hand. “Wait a minute. I was still in some pain Thursday night. It’s no excuse. As for Aimee–” He shook his head with a laugh. “Really Aimee? I’ve known her for a very long time. There’s nothing you need to worry about.”

          I felt my face flush with heat. “Why the hell does everyone keep telling me that?”

          “Because it’s true. Trust me,” he said. I took a sip of my beer and turned my head away from his searing gaze. He laughed again, and I looked up at him. “Am I right in assuming that you’re jealous?”

          “No, absolutely not.”

          He swallowed down his own beer but couldn’t hide the grin forming across his lips. “I like it.”

          “I am not jealous,” I stammered. “I have no reason to be. It was an arrangement. We’re not really an item.”

          The words tumbled out before I realized I’d said it. My heart pounded in my throat and in my ears, drowning out the music blaring in the bar.

          He looked down at me, and his eyes swirled with a heated glow. “If we were together, would you trust me?”

          “Yes.” I didn’t think about my answer. I just wanted him. Even more when he flashed me his heart stopping smile.

          “Come on,” he said, taking my hand and leading me toward the front stage area.

          It was empty, but music blared out of the speakers. As if on cue, the song switched from a loud rocking tune to a slower alternative one. He guided my hand to his shoulder and then placed my other one in the palm of his. Oh, no. I really sucked at slow dancing. I always tried to take the lead and then stepped all over the poor guy’s feet.

          “Just follow my lead.” His mouth twisted with mischief as he pulled me tighter to him. “And don’t look at your feet.”

          “I’m not.” I widened my eyes, and he chuckled.

          We moved like blood flowing through the veins, a thick, pulsing flow. Slow and warm while the rest of the room melted away. I was aware of his breath hot against my ear and the stiffness in his shoulder under my fingers.

          “So, now that we’re an item,” he stated and drew my attention back to his lips.

          “Yes.”

          “What shall we do about it?”

          “Seal it with a kiss?” I bit my lip.

          His laughter reverberated through his chest, over my hand and across my skin. I dug my teeth harder into my bottom lip.

         “That’s a thought, but not in this bar.”

         When the song ended, we went back and finished our beers. Then he took my hand, led me out of the noisy bar and back to his car. Suddenly, this all seemed surreal to me. Did he really mean it, or would he turn back into old Caleb at any moment? As if to reassure me, he flashed his heart-stopping smile while he pulled out of the bar’s lot. He raced back toward campus, and I floated like I sat on a heavenly cloud.

         “I’ve broken a lot of rules recently.” His voice was thick with emotion.

          My breath caught in kmy chest. “What do you mean?”

          He glanced at me and then shrugged. “Nothing.”

          “No, tell me,” I prodded.

          He twisted the steering wheel in his hands and stared out the window. I regretted pushing him. I followed his gaze as the Mercedes came to a stop. He’d driven to the little park on the far end of campus that overlooked an old covered bridge.

         “Do I appear normal to you?” He asked, and I was floored by the sincerity in his absurd question.

         “Yes, of course you do.” But the thoughts I’d tried to deny, they began to swirl uncontrollably in my mind.

         He turned in the seat in a split second, and his face hovered so close that I could feel the heat of his breath. “Yes, on the outside. But what about everything else?”

         I shook the confusion out of my head. “I guess.”

         “What if I told you I wasn’t normal? What if I’m not like the average guy?” He leaned away.

         “Caleb, what you are talking about?” I bit my tongue from speaking my own crazy ideas.

         The mismatched edges of the jigsaw puzzle that made up Caleb Smith began to shift into place, and slowly one by one the layers of questions all seemed to string together to form one absurd answer. The unearthly figures that appeared in my peripheral, the near collision, and the strange way Caleb acted. Finally, Tristian’s story about angels in Wenham fluttered in my mind.

         The leather seat sighed as he pressed his back against it. “What if I told you that I was all wrong for you?”

         I crossed my arms over my chest, indignant. “Are you breaking up with me after only dating for about twenty minutes?”

         His ‘no’ echoed in a soul rending, guttural cry, and I knew it was the last thing he wanted. His answer resounded deep within my own soul, and it cried the same answer.

         “Caleb?” I asked and placed my hand on his arm. He gritted his teeth, and the taut muscles under my hand tensed. I let go, thinking I’d done something wrong, and curled my hand in my lap as if the touch seared my flesh.

         He looked over at me. “No, it’s okay.”

         “Is it?” I bit harder into my lip and turned my eyes to the window, unable to bare the scowl that marred his perfect face. “I feel like you’re hiding something from me, Caleb. How can I trust you, if you can’t trust me?”

         “Sarah, of course I trust you. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. But there are things…things I am unable to explain to you, but God, I want to.”

          “Then tell me.” My whisper cracked in the electrically charged atmosphere. I tucked my fingers under my lap afraid I would reach out and touch him again.

          His gaze melted with tenderness. I watched from the corner of my eye as he smiled suddenly as if a thought tickled his brain.

         “There is one thing–” He leaned across the seat, cupping my cheek in his hand.

          The molten touch of his lips brushed mine. And my heart sizzled in my stomach at the explosive feeling. The bold movement of his tongue darted across my top lip, and I sighed into his embrace. He shifted in the seat and grasped the base of my neck, cradling my head and tilting it upward. I pressed my lips against his and savored the warmth of his breath as it melted over my cheeks. A groan escaped from chest as his lips danced over my face and down my neck. He pulled away swiftly, and I was left with a cold rush of air. Apology accepted.

           “Just one thing?” I asked breathless.

          “You know, you’re doing that thing again with your breathing.”

           My cheeks burned, and my ears rang with the thunder of my heart. “Sorry.”          

          He smiled wickedly. “Am I forgiven?”

          I twisted the corner of mouth. “For now.”

          Suddenly, the playfulness slid from his face as a flash of light caught my attention. He turned the key in the ignition, but the familiar purr sputtered and died. His eyes darted from the mirrors to the bridge, and fear pulsed through my veins from his strange reaction.

         I swallowed the lump in my throat. “What is it?”

         His eyes swept over the landscape a second time before they rested on me. I nearly jumped when I recognized the concern etched on face. I’d seen this look before in my dreams.

         The edge to his voice scared me. “You must do exactly what I say. Do you understand?” My eyes widened, but I nodded. “Don’t get out of the car for any reason.”

         He shoved on the door and leapt out. I trembled with the vibration as he slammed it closed. I squirmed forward, trying to locate his dark shape against the black woods. There were no campus safety lights in the park. SGA would be hearing from me.

          I swore I heard a voice call out and Caleb answer. But as my breath fogged up the windows, I lost sight of his silhouette. I rubbed away the white film and saw nothing at first. A scream tore through my lungs with a burn. A black shape whizzed over the hood and shook the Mercedes. I pressed back against the seat, my heart expanding in my throat and preventing air in my lungs. The thing flew by again followed by another shape.

         My voice scratched in a whisper. “Caleb?”

         Minutes passed and nothing else happened. My imagination whirled at sickening speed, and I envisioned Caleb injured and unconscious somewhere. I’d seen enough strange things since I’d arrived in Wenham to know that this classified as one. I knew he’d said to stay in the car, but I just couldn’t sit there if he was in danger.

          I checked through the windows before I pressed the unlock button. The door swung open, and I gripped the handle, ready to yank it back closed if threatened. Only the sound of the rustle of the wind through the trees reached my ears, so I pushed the door wide. A dense fog crept along the stream bank and drifted over the park. I hugged my elbows against my ribs and peered through the darkness. Afraid to call out his name and have that thing swoop down after me, I inched toward the structure, stark white against the black woods that surrounded it.

         The whistle of something in motion erupted behind me, and I dashed for the opening of the bridge. Spindly fingers with the strength of iron grabbed my upper arms. The scream that shook from my throat caused the thing to laugh. I struggled to break free and failed. My feet scraped at the gravel lane as it pulled me off the ground and into the air with it.

          “Caleb!” I cried, summoning the breath to carry his name through the trees.

          A second ribbon of lights swerved throught the park, illuminating the bridge. I twisted to see who was foolish enough to pull in. The thing dropped me, and I landed on my knees and scraped the palms of my hands. It hissed as it retreated up into the sky. An older man with shocking red hair came to my side. He lifted me up and brushed me off.

          “Are you alright? Where’s Caleb?” He asked.

           I blinked at him, but before I could answer, Caleb’s voice grunted from the edge of the trees. “Get her over the water, Grayson.”

          Grayson hauled me the rest of the way to the covered bridge. I tried to shove passed him to find Caleb, but he placed a sturdy hand on my shoulder.

          “Go to the center. It can’t reach you there. It can’t cross the water”

          “It? What is it?”

          But my questions died unanswered. He turned and raced for the woods. An earsplitting squeal pierced the air, and I stepped away from the lip and edged backwards. When my strength faltered, I sat squarely on my bottom, dead center over the stream. Ghostly mist swirled up over the wooden rails and wrapped me in a shiver.

         After several minutes, two huddled silhouettes dragged a third dark shape close to the edge of the creek. My heart thudded out of control when I saw Caleb with his back to me and the red-headed man. I dashed toward him, still shaking with fear.

          “Stay back,” he commanded, and I froze inches from the grass. “Go back to the center of the bridge, Sarah. “ His voice was strained, but smooth.

           “No. I want to know what the hell is going on.” My voice trembled as my knees knocked together.

           The thing on its back laughed when I said hell, and I jerked backwards.

          Grayson pinned the dark, twisted shape to the ground with something that glinted in the yellow glow of the headlights. He turned to Caleb. “Get her away from here. I can take care of the slug.”

         Caleb nodded and then grabbed something from his pocket. “Use this to get some answers before you toss him in the water.”

         “You wouldn’t hurt me Caleal, would you?” the tinny voice crooned, and the hair on my neck bristled.

         “Tell me who sent you, and I might show mercy,” Caleb replied.

          It croaked a laugh and attempted to squirm away. And I saw its knotted bones twisted in impossible angles, like something that had crawled out of one of those Japanese horror movies. Panic seized the insides of my stomach and threatened to rip it inside out.

          Grayson pressed a sword against its throat before he yelled, “Go, Caleb. Get her away from here before others find her.”

           Caleb let go of the creature and seized me by the arm. He dragged me toward the car. I tried to catch another glimpse of the thing on the ground, but my eyes locked with its glowing red ones. Once we were in the safety of the car, he keyed the ignition and wasted no time peeling out.

          “I told you to stay in the car.”

          I crossed my arms over my chest because I was trying to keep my stomach from up chucking. At the same time, hysteria lapped at the edges of sanity. “He called you Caleal. Why did he call you Caleal?”

          “Do you realize you could have been killed?”

          “You didn’t answer me.” Unbelievable questions pounded in my brain, and unfathomable ideas answered back. But I wondered if I could deal with the answer I was demanding from him. Would it change anything if I heard him say it?

          He whipped into the fire lane of Pembry, and the SLK skidded to a stop. I turned to face him and refused to get out until he explained one way or another.

          “You’ll be safe here until–”

          “Are you going to tell me what the f**k just happened?”

          Intense fury burned in his eyes. “No.”

          I didn’t think I could feel so much rage, but when I pummeled my fists against his shoulder and chest, the surge and release of pent up frustration felt so damn good. Tears slipped down my cheeks as I cried ‘tell me’ over and over. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me against his chest. Smoothing back my hair, he whispered words into my ear I could not understand. When he tried to kiss me, I pushed him away.

          “You expect me to trust you, and you won’t even tell me the truth? You’re a liar, Caleb. Everything about you is a lie.” I shoved open the door.

          “Sarah,” he groaned as he tried to snatch my arm.

          I launched out of the seat and scrambled for the lobby as fast as my legs could carry me. I couldn’t look over my shoulder, but finally, the screech of his car as it raced out of the fire lane bounced off the brick. Adrenaline carried me all the way to back to my room, but I crumpled once I reached the bed. I pulled the covers over my head, knowing I would never fall asleep.

 

 

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