Page 16 of Anarchy
The door bursts open and I see the prophet standing in the doorway.
“You will pay for making me find you.”
I scream sitting up in the bed and realizing where I am.
My heart pounds so hard that it actually hurts.
I need to get a drink of water.
Walking into the kitchen, I see Mikey leaning against the counter. "Surprised to see you up."
“Yea, I um…” I grab a bottle of water out of the fridge.
“Everything okay?” He pushes off the counter and walks over to me.
"I just had a bad dream. It woke me up, so I came out to grab a drink." I shrug trying to make it seem like it isn't a big deal even though my heart is still pounding.
"What was it about?" I don't answer him. I've told him about my past, but I don't know how much detail I really want to go into. "Hey," I look up at him realizing I just zoned out and he caught me. "Talk to me."
I sigh, maybe it will help to confide in someone. "When I ran away it was because I had a pretty good feeling that our prophet intended to have me marry him. There had always been talk about the way he treated his wives, and I don't know that I could endure that. Not to mention that he was older than my father. In my dream he had come and found me, he said he would make me pay for running. It felt so real.” I don’t realize how bad I'm shaking until Mikey pulls against him. Laying my head on his chest, it's almost like a sense of calm comes over me. I immediately feel protected like nothing could ever get to me.
"I will never let anyone hurt you." I look up at him meeting his green eyes. This is the feeling that everyone talks about when you meet someone, and you know that you are meant to meet that person.
I have the urge to kiss him and see what that might actually feel like. I watch the people here do it like it's nothing, for me though it means something. I have never wanted to kiss a boy or even looked at a boy in that way. I lift myself onto my tip toes but just as I am about to make contact Mikey pulls away. There is an empty space where he once was, and I suddenly feel so ashamed I wish the floor would just swallow me up.
I walk out of the kitchen and hear him calling my name.
No.
I cannot believe I just did that.
I knew he could never want me.
