• Chapter 2: Screwed
    I arrived at the mansion. I was dripping wet. Everywhere. Opening the doors of the entrance, when Grandpa suddenly appears in my face grabbing me.
    “Do you have any idea how worried I was about you missing?” He practically shouted, wrapping me in a hug. “I wondered where you were! What happened? Are you okay? What were you thinking, going without a coat? Haven’t you seen what the weather has been all week?” He asked me, without having me utter a word. “Grandpa. You don’t really watch the weather much, let alone the TV,” I pointed out to him. He frowned and I only sighed. “Well… I’m here now. There’s no need to worry about me anymore, Grandpa.” I said.
    He only shook his head, then said, ”No. Instead, I will forbid you to leave this house for three weeks. That means no visiting old friends, no shopping, and no more sailing with Bart.” - Bart’s an old friend of my dad back when they were young. I gave a shocked expression.
    “But Grandpa, you can’t do this! You don’t really have the right to do this at all.” I said, practically shouting. I stormed to the main room, the one with that had the main entrance doors to the mansion. He followed me. “Like I said, you aren’t going to do this to me. And even if you do, I’m not going to listen.” I argued.
    He looked at me, no really straight in the eyes, and it made me uncomfortable. “You have another friend - when he meant ‘friend’, I could tell he meant: I met another guys but his - , haven’t you?” He asked.
    I gapped my mouth opened to mutter something, but my voice came out as a squeak. “No,” I lied in a normal voice. he sighed, rolling his eyes. He asked, “I can tell you’re lying, Suzy. Don’t hide it.”
    I didn’t know what to say. He can usually tell if I’m lying just by looking deeply in my eyes. Kind of irritating, huh? But any way it kind of annoys me just by doing it.
    “Ah ha! You do have another boy. So tell me, who is it and why are you doing this to Patrick?” He asked. I crossed my arms, but didn’t speak for a moment. I stared in his eyes, hard.
    “You never asked me if I wanted to go with Patrick in the first place,” I finally answered, with my face calmly and expressionless, closing my eyes. He said nothing. Then we both were in silence.
    I opened my eyes. “I’m going upstairs to take a shower,” I said, finally being the one to break the silence. Then I went up the stairs.
    I took a bath instead of a shower. Although, just to relieve the stress I was under. As I was in the bathtub, long and wide, I had thoughts in my mind: Was I ever going to meet that boy, Kamui again? Strange though, he looked very distant in those eyes of his. As if I don’t have enough things in my mind, on the other hand, how am I going to deal with Grandpa? I know it’s not that long very much to be grounded, but still… he doesn’t usually ground me much.
    I smiled as I picked up a bubble about the size of my fist and blew it away. Then I sighed and my smile turned into a frown. I closed my eyes and ducked in the bathwater. I gasped. A moment later I felt pain. It felt like I was struck in the chest hard. So there I was, bringing my legs closer to me, holding myself because I was in pain.
    A couple of minutes later, the pain went away slowly and I let go of me legs. I looked at my hands and saw that they looked like prunes, so I got out of the water and wrapped a towel around me.
    A few minutes after that, I changed myself back into the dress that I wore for the date earlier. I noticed that it was dry, and figured that Marie, a friend/maid, had dried it for me. I saw that there was a picture of Grandpa and I, in one of my pockets.
    My favorite one that I always treasured. In it, was Grandpa holding me on his lap, and what surrounded us in the background was my first visit to Disney Land. When we were there, I had so much fun, that I cried when we had to go back home. I put it back in my pocket.
    Then I looked out of the bedroom that I was going to be sleeping in for the summer from the window. Its frame was wide and freshly painted white. I also noticed that the wallpaper was white as well. Hmm, that’s new, I thought.
    Then I went back to the window. The backyard was unbelievably gorgeous. There were trees of every kind that I have seen so far in my entire life, few birds and some gardeners that my grandpa had hired to tend the yard. There were also some ponds, and a lot of shady places to rest, and a lot of animal that came here for the summer.
    I heavenly sighed, then turned the door of my bedroom and went downstairs. I started heading towards the outside patio. I felt a light gentle breeze. When I had checked the sky, it was still blue. “Not even sunset,” I mumbled. I went through the yard, and since it was huge, it was like a maze to everyone, but to me I remember every shaded tree spot to rest. And I walk continued to walk through the garden, until I was at my favorite spot.
    So, I stood there, under a tree, and then I sat down. My hair dangled down my back. I just sat there, and looked around me, hearing the sounds of few birds chirping, gardeners snipping the hems of the bushes, and the trees bristling against each other. I closed my eyes, enjoying myself, smiling a bit. Then I opened them, and to me it sounded peaceful. It hit me again. The pain I felt earlier. I clutched my chest, giving a shriek of pain. But no one was there. Just me.
    Then the unknown words came, circulating, in the same kind of way of the portal that had showed up before. A shadow figure came out from it. I gasped softly.
    Kamui, I thought in my head.
    He looked the same, but what was different about was that he was looking at me, with his cold eyes. I gave a shocked look, but he face showed no reaction to me. One of my eyebrows raised up in curiosity.
    He held out his hand in front of him, but I just sat there, not knowing what to do. What does he want? The thought raced in my mind as I just blankly stared at him.
    There was silence between the two of us. The pain that was still held in my chest grew. As I looked down, I clutched my teeth this time, and grunted.
    Then it finally came to me. I made a face that let him know that I realized what he wanted. I gave a sad face. “You know as well I do, that we can’t be apart,” the teenager finally spoke. The pain worsened, tightening me inside. Then it suddenly lowered down and eventually left me breathing slower. I looked back at him, slowly. I frowned, still sitting there thinking in my head.
    What do I do? I asked myself. Then I did something, I never thought I would ever do. I stood up, reached. Not for his hand, but for his face slowly and softly and looked deeply in his eyes for a moment.
    For the first time, I noticed that he was about only a foot taller than me. His purple eyes showed it all to me. His sadness, his determination, his respect for others, his hard core self, and his caring for others as well. Each one made me think shortly after the other, and when I was done I put my down my hands. His hard core self was now showing in his eyes.
    “Just what was that?” he murmured to me, in a low soft voice, although his face was expressionless. “Why? Why me?...Just why does it have to be me? We have nothing on common,” I said, shaking my head. He sighed softly as he looked the other way. He put the back of his hand on his waist, coolly. - Well, hey I gotta say, he does look like those older boys, calm and cool. -
    “Well… do you want to come, or not?” he asked me, annoyed but he didn’t looked too irritated. He held out his hand to me. I raised up my hand and looked at it. Then I took it, finally feeling the pain suddenly go away at ease.
    I gave a little smile of relief. “Alright lets go,” I said softly. Then we went through the portal.
    There were some things in my mind, racing. What about Grandpa? What will happen when I get back? How will I explain this to him, IF I come back?
    Then I smiled, shaking my head to clear my thoughts. From then on, whatever was going to happen, I’ll just have to play as I go.