The Girl Who Ran

Chapter 8

Alaeric

    She continues to stare at me as she shakes her head back and forth and yells, "I don't know! Just don't leave me!"

    I quickly grab my cellphone out of my back pocket and call Lydia. As soon as she answers I yell to hurry to my room, that something is wrong with Elena. I hear her footsteps barreling down the hall a few seconds after hanging up. She runs into my room and to the other side of the bed. She puts her hand to Elena's forehead, frowns, and walks out the door. 

    I start to follow but then she walks back in carrying a bowl of ice and a dish towel. She looks up at me with no emotion and says, " She has a fever. Try not to throw her through a wall again, okay?"

    What she says annoys me even though I know she is right. But I can't help it. These feelings won't go away no matter how much I rationalize. It's like someone is making me feel this way. All of a sudden the feelings of anger are gone.

    "What the hell?" I mutter.

    I look up at Lydia and ask her if she knows what the hell just happened. She looks at me confused so I proceed to tell her what happened. Still confused she looks around the room and out the windows. She looks back at me and says, "A faerie?"    

    I look at her shocked and then look back down in thought, thinking it over. It couldn't be though. We can feel when other supernaturals are nearby, like my best friend Trey is on an airplane that's descending to the airport landing strip right now and he is scared shitless that the plane is going to crash.

    It suddenly occurs to me that I am supposed to be picking him up from the airport! s**t!

    "Uhm, impossible. Unless it was Elena. Could she have been a faerie before she was bitten?" I say.

    She looks at me as if I am a piece of heaven sent from God. She runs around the bed and throws her arms around me and squeezes tightly.

    "That's it!", she yells, "That is most certainly a possibility! That would explain everything!"

    She continues to squeeze me tightly, so tightly that I can barely breath, although I have no need to. Then I hear Elena clear her throat. I look over as she sits up on the bed looking mighty angry.

    "Did you forget I was here?" She yells.

    I quickly take my hands away from Lydia and turn towards her. Forget? I could never forget her.

    "No. We didn't forget. But I have to go now. I have to go pick my friend Trey up from the airport. He's just getting back from England. I'll be back in about forty-five minutes, okay? Okay."

    I turn around and walk out the door and make my way to my apartment parking lot where my purple camaro just sits waiting for me to drive it.

Elena

    I watch his back as he leaves until I can't see him anymore. I kind of miss him already. Even though he just left. Even though I barely know him. Why do I have such strong feelings for a guy I barely know? How is this even possible? 

    I barely know him and we've barely spoken. Yet I miss him.

    Lydia must have left the room shortly after Ric but I didn't notice.

    I push thoughts of Ricky aside - wait. Ricky? I mean Ric - as I lay back down on the bed to get some rest. 

    Where am I from? What if someone out there is looking for me? I can't remember a damn thing about my life before I hit my stupid f*****g head and now I am turning into a freak!

    Life sucks. I get up from the bed and slowly walk to the kitchen while unconsciously humming this little old Irish song.

    I sit down on the chair, lay my head down on the table, and watch Lydia make dinner. Wait, dinner?

    "Is that for me?" I ask.

    She turns around, smiles, and then turns back around to turn off the stove. She walks over to the corner cabinet and grabs four bowls and sits them on the table. She walks back to the stove, grabs the pan of food, and brings it to the table. She continues to set the table as she says, "It's for all of us, silly."