Games of Fate
There are those that want to use her.
There are those that want to protect her.
Why is a seven year old girl so important? Vampires, werewolves, military men, and a small child all will come together and their choices will either save or kill them all.
I do not own nor do I make money from the twilight world. I do however play in that playground.
5. Chapter 5: Dream Angels and Blond Cowboys
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“Shhhhh, sweetheart, everything is going to be alright.”
My dream lady has come back to me. I must be asleep. She is cradling me in her arms in the back of the pick-up truck I was hiding in. Her body feels cold and hard against my own, and I snuggled deeper into her embrace. Her hands gently stroked my hair and she rocked me gently.
“Where are we, little one?”
“I was hiding in the back of a truck from Angela and the police man that was with her. I must’ve fallen asleep.”
“Were they trying to hurt you?”
“Then why were you hiding from them, sweetie?” She pulled me away from her body a bit, so she could look me in the eyes. Her warm butterscotch eyes bore into my own filled with worry and love.
“I…” I started crying a little, but couldn’t stop myself. “…I got out of the house this morning through my bedroom window. There wasn’t any food in the house and I was so hungry, so I went to the alley behind the bakery. Sometimes Angela puts donuts and stuff out there for people who don’t have food,” I explained. “Eric and one of his friends were already waiting.”
“Who is Eric?”
“Eric is a nice houseless man. He let me sleep with him under a bridge once, and tried to take care of me.”
“Oh, okay, sweetie, then what happened?”
“I tried to stay around the corner so they wouldn’t see my, but Eric saw me anyway. He came over to talk to me, and then he got really upset with me.” The dream lady leaned in closer, as my voice was barely a whisper. “He saw…’
“He saw what?”
I pulled away from the lady and took off my hoodie sweatshirt. She could see all the marks and bruises now covering my body. My tank top didn’t cover much. “He saw the marks on my neck, and the cut on my lip, and then I think he noticed the rest.” I couldn’t help but cry. This lady should see this. She should not be trying to make me feel better. I was nothing. I was less than nothing. Even my own parents didn’t love nor want me. “Eric told his friend to get a first aid kit, and Angela came out. She sounded really mad at me.” The dream lady tightened her arms around me, and I whimpered. She loosened her hold. “She said she was going to get the policeman. I panicked and ran away.”
“Why did you do that? They could have helped you. They could have kept you safe.”
“I wasn’t running away. I would have gone home, but if the police would have brought me home, I don’t even want to think of what would have happened to me. As it is, I think this truck is moving and I don’t know how I am going to get home. I don’t know where I’m going.” The dream lady pulled me closer, and I cuddle into her chest. “James is going to be so mad. He told me if I ever ran away that he would kill my parents and find me. He said that I will wish he’d kill me when he gets me back.” A shiver went though my entire body as I thought about it. “But I didn’t run away. I was trying to be good.”
“Shhhhh it’ll be alright, little one. I just know it.”
We sat together in my dream. Her holding me and me relishing the feel of her cold skin against mine.
“Sweetheart, do you know where you are? “
I look at her puzzled. “I’m in the back of a truck, and you’re in my dream with me.”
“No, I mean are you in America?”
“Do you know which state?”
“We live in Texas. Why?”
“I want to try to find you. I want to take you away from all the awfulness.”
“Don’t worry about him,” she interrupted. “Do you know what city you live in?”
“That’s okay, sweetie, I will fid a way to get to you.” She wiped a tear off my cheek with her thumb. “You know I have a son that lives in Texas.” She smiled as she thought of him.
“Yes, he has shaggy honey blonde curls, and when he smiles you can’t help but smile with him.”
“Does he live with you?”
“No, honey, after his wife died he decided he needed to be on his own and away from our family for a while. He is living with his brother Peter and his wife right now.” She lifted my chin and stared into my eyes with a serious expression. “I know it is very unlikely, but if you see a man who has shaggy honey blonde curls, is very pale, and has either red or golden eyes I want you to ask him something. Don’t be afraid of him. You walk right up to him, and ask him if his name is Jasper Whitlock. If he says yes, then you tell him his mother Esme told you that he had to help you. Can you remember that?
“I think so. Is Esme your name?”
“Yes, and if you run into that son of mine you tell him to call his mama, okay?
“It is time to wake up, sweetie.” her voice was but a whisper and I could hear the rustle of the tarp that covered me.
“You bringing home snacks now, Major?” A man laughed. The sound was warm and happy.
I opened my eyes, and then squinted in the sunlight. After my eyes adjusted, I looked t the three people standing over me. There was a man with straight dirty blonde hair, and a huge smile on his face. Next to him was a lady with long white blonde hair. She only came up to the man’s shoulder, and had a worried look to her. On the other side of the man was another man. He looked like a teenager and had lots of honey blond curls. He looked like what Esme described.
“Is your name Jasper Whitlock?” He looked at me with the weirdest expression.
“Yes, that is my name,” he answered.
“Your mama says to call home.” I told him.
- Chapter 1: The Game Begins/Meet Isabella
- Chapter 2: Esme & Carlisle
- Chapter 3: Homeless Help & Escape Routes
- Chapter 4: Enter the God of War
- Chapter 5: Dream Angels and Blond Cowboys
- Chapter 6: Shared Visions
- Chapter 7: Anticipating Reprecussions
- Chapter 8: Conversations with a sassy sister
- Chapter 9: checking things out
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