Here is chapter 2 sorry it took so long, hope you like it!
Chapter 2
I stormed into the house I couldn’t stop thinking about Asher. What is his problem? Is he really just that much of an ass?
“Hi blue jay” my grandma exclaimed jarring me from my thoughts.
“Grandma!” I ran to her giving her my best of hugs. I should of known she was home from the smell of old Irish cooking.
“I missed you” she said into my hair.
“I missed you too” I pulled away and gave her a kiss on her fore head. Every time she calls me blue jay makes me forget the negative in my life. Asher. Of course the one person I do want to forget, I just can’t get him out of my mind. Why is he just so…alluring. Just don’t think of him Skye.
“Oh Lordy Lord, have you’ve grown.” She say looking my up and down.
“Oh Lordy Lord have you’ve shrunk.” I say putting on my best Irish accent. We both laugh, I go into a hug once more. “ I really love you Grandma”
“I love you too my little blue jay, now come on, let us join the family and have us some dinner.”
I followed her to the dinner room table just to find my brothers and father talking with Asher. While my sister and mother were off on the side drooling over him. “Skyler come meet this handsome young man we can now proudly call our neighbor.” My mother said looking at him like he was the sun and we were all expected to dance circles around him.
“We’ve met” I said bitterly, rolling my eyes.
“That’s extremely rude, say you’re sorry Skye.” My father demanded staring at me sternly.
I stood there unbelieving that he just treated me like a small child, “I don’t think so, I scoffed, walking straight up to my room, might as well save them the breath of telling me to go up to my room. I looked back just to find that Asher wore that stupid grin of his. He looked up at me with a face of satisfaction. I ran to my room and slammed the door I jumped into the sea of pillows and multi colored quilts. My room was my garden, my heaven, and nobody is allowed in it unless I say so. I’ve spent years drawing the different flowers all over my room, no flower was the same. My room was the only room with a deck, it was small but big enough for me to wake up in the morning and draw God’s rising smile. There is an oak tree right next to my deck that I’ve used more than once to sneak out of. I only had one drooping chandelier as my lighting, the rest were candles. I heard my mother pounding at my door screaming at me to come out, but I didn’t care.
I lay down on my bed looking up at the ceiling. My eyes were gently getting heavier, I haven’t had a full nights rest for months I said it so quietly as almost as a prayer for God to help me sleep through the night. That was unlikely, if God didn’t help the millions of people that were dying and starving I highly doubted he would help me. The room began to swirl and the pounding at the door began to fade, and I was asleep and dreaming.
I was walking the ancient streets of a little village in China. My hair was a silky black, I had the eyes and wisdom of the tiger. I had a petite body but I felt as if I was strong, stronger than any normal human could be. I wore peasant clothes and in my arms I held a basket of rice. I walked toward a little hut upon a small hill in the corner of my eyes I looked upon the emperor’s men depriving a woman of her son, no older than twelve. I could not see the woman’s face for she was turned around. But the young boy had chestnut hair with soft grey eyes. The boy only shed a single tear, but that tear might as well have been a dagger shredding my heart to pieces. I then realized that the woman was my mother and that boy was my brother. I dropped the basket and ran to them, trying to hold in the tears that I knew one day would come. When I got there they were speaking Chinese but I strangely knew what they were saying.
“Oh, Hou! Please tell them to go away, tell them this is a mistake” my mother said between sobs her soft grey eyes pleading with me.
I stood up straight looking straight into the haughty man’s eyes “this boy is only at the age of twelve, he cannot kill or hunt, or even read! The emperor will not need his services.”
“Step aside you filthy slave”, he pushed me to the ground and ripped my brother from mothers clutches.
“Ju!” my mother and I cried out ready for the worst.
Stepping into the man’s path was Fai my guardian, my love. Did I love him? It was the question I’ve been asking for days. The answer? Yes. I dare not say the words out loud for it would be the beginning of something I am not ready to face. His white hair was blazing as was his blue eyes as he ripped out his sanmei.
“Let the boy go or I’ll kill you” he snarled pointing the sword at the man’s nose.
The man barked a laugh. “You would kill a man of the emperor, boy? And serve a punishment of death?”
“I’ll take my chances” Fai declared spitting on his face.
The man broke out his swords slashing Fai across the face. I couldn’t help but gasp in the horror of his blood drip from his face.
“How dare you touch me! You damned fool!” the man swore.
Fai fought back as if nothing had happen. Swords were mixed with swords, the sound when the swords kissed was like a lightning bolt being shot forth the sky. Fai got knocked to the ground. Get up I begged. Fai lay upon the ground looking up at me with sorrow. I looked away ready for whatever was going or not going to happened, then in one heart beat the emperor’s man was on the ground with Fai’s sword struck through his heart. I watched as his soul to flight, ready for the hell it was about to go through. In the man’s dying breath he shot a dart right at my brother’s chest. I caught him right as he fell, he choked on the blood dripping from his mouth. Fai ran to me pleading for me to forgive him, my mother was screaming at the winds for mercy. I heard and saw nothing but Ju, he looked up at me with a peacefulness I will never understand. He reached into his pocket to pull out something, he opened his fist and with his last remaining breath he choked out the words “turtle.” In his open palm he eld a small green turtle for my charm bracelet, he got it for me for my birthday I figured. I could not take it no longer! I ran towards the woods, I exploding letting out all the power I held inside for so long. The storms started brewing, and the trees shook with as much anger as I held in my body, I threw rocks and boulders across the forest. My hair was flying around my body like a nest of untamed animals. The winds started to get stronger, as I looked down at the village the huts were being torn from the ground and shot to the heavens. Families were gathering around to run to safety. Mothers were holding their children, all but one, my own mother. I then started to cry and the storm got heavier, I balled my hand into fist and the ground shook with anger and sadness.
“Stop this,” Fai whispered unballing my fist so he could take them into his own hands. He grabbed my chin forcing me to look at him, and in one clean movement he kissed me gently. I pulled back looking into his eyes, we were both scarred. Oh but we both wanted it with a passion unlike no other. I took him by the hair and pulled him to me with such intensity that either of us could hardly breathe. The world fell away, nothing mattered but us, not my mother, not my brother, not the chaos of the people at the village, and most certainly not my death. We pulled apart and with our eyes closed we both murmured “I love you.” When I opened my eyes a thousand kisses, a thousand deaths, a thousand poisoned loves shot through my head. At the same moment a bolt of lightning shot through the sky, and with it an archangel. The same archangel that comes and rips us apart every time.
We clawed at each other not willing to go down without a fight. In one step he was in front of us gripping me from the arm and throwing me into a tree. The last thing I remembered before blacking out was the faint cried of Fai crying for the archangel to let him go. When I awoke from my slumber the storm seemed to settle, I looked around in a daze. I was sitting in something warm and wet; I brought the strange substance to face to examine it just to realize it was blood. I checked my body looking for wounds, I had none but there was a body next to me. It was a boy, a boy with white hair.
“No! Oh please don’t do this to me! I clawed at him, his eyes that were once filled with compassion and love are now just mirrors, reflected the pain on my face. I crawled into a ball and cried, ready to die. I heard chuckling from behind the tree. And there He was, I ran ready to kill him. I fell to the ground with a pain so unbearable I wanted to claw my own eyes out. I fought but my power is gone, I’m nothing. He smile at me “this life was quite a bore, I was expecting a little more from you this time.” He said with a happy twinge in his voice. And with a silver dagger came darkness.
I woke up, sitting straight up in bed; I clawed at the air to fill my lungs. Finally when my breathing steadied I looked around the room to find my grandma rocking in the chair. It was dark by I could see her eyes were fogged over and she wore a smile I’ve never seen her wear before. The first thing I thought of when I saw her was the girl in the exorcist movie. She came and sat at the hedge of my bed. She was tense and cold, I never felt a cold like that before and I shivered. “Grandma please go turn a light on” I whispered. When she spoke it felt like I never heard her before and she was a complete stranger.
"I never understood why children such as yourself feel better when they have a nightlight to sleep. Why poor forth light on the monster's face before he kills you, I much rather be in the dark if I was being murdered so I wouldn't feel the need to watch the maroon life force drip forth of my body." My grandmother looks away, her glare in some other world as if she just stepped into some dreadful hell and left me behind to watch her burn. When she looked back at me she bore a smile, lighting up her face as if that dark creature that took hold of her never happened, "good night blue jay!" she said tucking me in and pinching my cheeks.
I couldn’t breathe, I need air. I opened the french doors to my deck and Asher ran in. He looked around the room as if a ghost just flew in here ready to kill us.
“What the Hell are you doing here!” even now it was hard to resist him. He stormed around the room looking under out the windows and in my closets, he even pulled out one of my bras. I ripped it from him, “stop it! What’s wrong!”
He crossed the room to me, he was feeling my body as if to see if I had some deadly wound that could kill me. “You look shaken up, what happen? Are you okay? He asked.
“Yeah I’m fine, it was just a bad dream now stop touching me.” That was a lie, the tingle and heat I got from when he touched me was amazing and I really didn’t want him to stop. He looked reluctant to let go of me too. But he did and he stepped away from leaning on my door frame.
“Let go for a walk” he said climbing down the tree by my deck.
I walked to the edge of my deck and flicked him off and shut my doors. I then walked to my bed and got a sketch book to draw because I knew I would not be able to fall asleep after that dream and the way my Grandmother acted. Actually there was nothing more that I wanted to do then to go for a walk with Asher, he just made me feel safe but I refuse to give in to him. As I was drawing I noticed and small green turtle on my charm bracelet. The same one from my dream, I guess I just never noticed it before. “Creepy” I murmur into the open room.
