Finding Calypso

He Waited

Chapter Three

~Calypso~

I dropped Anora and Gretchen back at the diner where we had left their cars earlier that day, and I drove home. The sun was almost set as I pulled down the dirt road that led to my house. I could feel the sand still in my toes and my hair smelt like the ocean after the long day at the beach.

I pull up to the house when I see a sleek black car parked on the side of the house where I normally park my truck. I pull beside it wondering who it could be since I do not recognize the vehicle.

"Maybe my mom has invited a friend over." I think to myself.

I get out of the truck and slam the old creaky door behind me. When I hear another car door close. Through my window I can see James had emerged from the car.

He walked around my truck and came up to me. His face holding a smirk of confidence. He came in close, to close. And put his chest up against mine. Slowly he walked me backwards and gently pushed me up against my truck. His face was so close to mine. So I had to look down to break my temptation. I hear him chuckle at my response.

"What? No hello kiss? Didn't you miss me?" He asks. His voice deep and seductive.

All the sudden I could feel all the love and all the hate I have been holding back the past four months. It came flooding into my chest like a wave. I wanted him and I hated him. My heart was broken, but he never cared. I wanted to reach up and feel his lips on mine. Taste his sweet kiss, but I won't allow myself to.

"Calypso?" He says my name breaking me away from my own thoughts. Making my knees go weak. I would have fallen if his body wasn't pressed so close to mine.

"James." I say back with an irritated tone.

"I need you to talk to me" he says with a little fire in his voice.

He had tried to reach out to me multiple times after it all had happened, but I never responded. Knowing him that only infuriated him. I don't know if I could have avoided him if he hadn't left town.

His hands wrapped around my wrists, and my heart rate evaluated. I knew he could feel me letting my guard down in his embrace, so I pulled away and walked towards the door. I could hear him calling after me, but I ignored him. And I went inside. My parents weren't home yet, but I wasn't surprised. They often go out at night on some romantic adventure whenever my father isn't called away for work, that is.

I make my way up to my room, and peek out the window to see if James had left and he had. I rip my clothes off and jump in the shower before I lay down and fall into a dream.

I dream that I am at home. Not my home in Texas. But my Palace. I'm not sure where it is exactly, but I know it's mine. The palace lays in the center of the city, my favorite place in the whole world. A Place where all beasts come together and live as a family. A Pack. A home I will defend and die for.

I roam the halls looking for someone. Someone hiding. I run searching and searching. Then I heard a little giggle, and I knew I found him. I run up to the curtains that drape over the tall windows and open them.

"I found you!" I say, excitedly.

"Sister" the young boy complains as he has been found.

I wake that morning rolling over the dream. I dream of him often. Sometimes he is young and in others he is all grown up. I wonder what it means and why he is often in my dreams.

Everytime I close my eyes I enter into a world of what feels like memories. Memories of a life I've never lived. In a world unlike my own. Sometimes I wish it was my own.

I slip on some slippers and go to look out the window when I see it is not morning at all. The moon is bright and shining full tonight, and I think to myself my internal clock must be off.