Page 2 of At A Dreamwalkers Mercy

“Suck it up. At least you have something to do outside of this,” she snapped as they slid into their car, him in the front to drive, and her to the back seat, where she immediately pulled out a phone and started texting, ignoring him.

Why did she even come if she was going to be a grump?

Their grandmother made it more than apparent that Sara didn’t have anything to do with their way of life. She was more than able to take her trust fund and go see the world or do what made her happy, but Sara always shrugged them off.

She might have a bad attitude, but she continued to tag along, so he let it go. Maybe someday she would figure out what she wanted in life.

She was wrong, though outside of this, he didn’t have much. Sure, he had a job of making custom furniture, he had a family, and he had his animals. But that was it.

He was waiting.

As he pulled away, he saw the man come out of the coffee shop with a new set of coffees, and he smiled.

Sometimes it was the little things that made his job the best.

Sometimes It was believing in the mystique that helped the world run a little smoother.

At least, that’s what he hoped.

It’s what he and his grandmother had based their whole life on.

As they drove down another road, headed out of the city, they passed the car accident that the man from the coffee shop would have been involved in. The one that would have left his three daughters without a father, and he smiled again.

Today was shaping up to be a good day.

Chapter 2

Mercy

“Whereareyou!”sheheard screamed, and she scrunched down farther into the hole between the two boxes that she was trying to hide in, as her stomach growled at her.

I knew that I should have kept that orange from lunch.

It was sad when your life was filled with a bunch of decisions as to whether or not you have food.

But then again, that was just the kind of life fate had given her.

Nobody wanted a girl like her around.

Sure, she wasn’t all that bad to look at, but when things started moving around the house, or when she knew just a bit too much about them, things that they hadn’t shared, it got scary fast.

Her parents hadn’t wanted her around.

Her many foster parents sure as crud didn’t want her around, so honestly, she was just happy to have a place that she was… well, not wanted and not accepted, but at least they tolerated her.

“Get out here now!” her manager and boss, Chuck, screamed from the front of the tent that she was trying to hide in. She scooched back even farther and silently cursed when the box behind her creaked.

It was no use.

If Chuck wanted something, nothing was going to stop him.

Still hoping that she could hide just a little longer, she tucked her head between her legs and tried to imagine a world where she was free of this cage and the nightmare that was her life.

Free of a world where she wasn’t in fear every day.

A world wherehewas there.

Her dream man.

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