A Rough DayA Chapter by Mary GreenwellChapter Twenty-Five “I
want to try to get a shot.” The cameraman said. “Okay.”
Daniel whispered but then looked at me. “I’m going to have to undo your wrists.” “No.”
I begged and he nodded. “They
need to be hidden.” The cameraman told Daniel. “She’s
not doing this today.” He shook his head and then added, “It’s a bad day.” He
turned quickly to Austin. “I’m putting you in charge of making sure he doesn’t
get in her sight today.” “I…”
I trailed off suddenly scared that I would hurt Eli if he was close. I nodded
and walked with Daniel deeper into the woods with everybody following. “Make
a bow.” Daniel whispered the next morning, “If you keep your hands busy then it
will be easier.” He promised handing me a knife. “Is
that smart when he’ll be sitting next to her?” Austin asked. “He
will make her less fearful with as close as they’ll be sitting.” Daniel
whispered, “It’s the one thing that the programmers will never be able to
fight. Mates.” Eli moved to sit beside me and I quickly started on my bow at
least until he was sitting beside me. I moved up into his hold when he wrapped
his arm around my shoulder and he smiled. “Daniel’s
right.” Eli whispered and then added, “I want her with me for now on.” “No.”
I shook my head. “This
is why I didn’t let you know about it yesterday.” Daniel snapped. “It will be
harder for her to deal with her other fears if she’s constantly worried about
losing control and killing you.” I pulled completely away at that but Eli
pulled me back to him. “We’ll
get through this like we did the choosings…” Eli whispered, “Together. The way
we should have handled Rose’s death.” I nodded and put my head in his chest for
the first time in what felt like years relaxing. Suddenly
though a memory came and I yanked away from him quickly digging my wrists into
the cuffs and then going as far as punching a tree. “What memory do you have?”
Daniel whispered pulling me into him and I let my tears of fear fall into his
chest. He held me close the rest of the day but Eli stayed in sight and that
was good. “What’s
my favorite color?” I whispered that night when Austin was sitting beside me. “The
yellow of an Easter Lily.” He whispered and I smiled some as I thought of the
color. I nodded accepting it and leaned back on the rock. “Do you really not
remember anything?” He asked. “I
don’t know what things are true and what are fake. It makes me confused about
everything.” I whispered, “You love me?” I questioned. “True.”
He nodded. “Commander
Paylor is my brother?” “True.”
I spent the rest of the night bouncing my thoughts off Elizabeth and Austin but
when Eli joined the circle with Daniel in the morning I fell silent. “What’s
wrong?” Eli asked. “Keithton
wants me dead.” I whispered but nobody would answer, “True or False?” I snapped
at them. © 2013 Mary Greenwell |
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Added on March 11, 2013 Last Updated on March 11, 2013 AuthorMary GreenwellBloomfield, KYAboutI love to write and read. I am in college right now and so I don't get to write as often as I like but I still enjoy it. more..Writing
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