Spookychild’s writings

Adara nodded. “I was ready to give this place up long ago. But I needed to meet Dean. He loves me too.”   

“And you are sure about that? Sometimes people lie to get what they want.”  Marshall explained to her as if to a child.   

Adara was shaking her head. “You don’t understand. We love each other. He’s been outside this whole time waiting for me. I was supposed to go back sooner, but I fell and forgot. Check the tapes. I got out of Dean’s car and fell on the way to the gate. And I hit my head again and forgot. But he’s been parked in visitor parking this whole time. Do you think he’d sit there upright in a car for forty-eight hours if he didn’t love me? And he didn’t take my purse. The robbers did.”   

“Robbers?” Marshall asked. He sat down on the bed. “Adara, what are you saying? What happened that night?”   

“Like you said. It’s almost 7 am, and we don’t have time to explain.” Adara shrugged, “But I love Dean, and I will find a way to get back to him. I’m not going to Florida. I’ll jump out of the plane. Or maybe I’ll jump out of the car and run to him.”   

“Don’t do that!” Marshall replied, grasping her hand. “Listen, let me help you. If you feel that strongly about the man, I will help you. But you have to promise one thing.”   

“What?” She whispered. Adara trusted him now as he was family and had been there at her birth. Marshall had stuck around to help raise her. He was better than her father. He was her uncle.   

“You must call me after things calm down in a week or so. Call me, and I want to meet the man; I want to always be in touch. Don’t just disappear. I mean, of course, things need to blow over. But after, you must call me.” Marshall paused and wrinkled his brow. “And one more thing. If he ever hurts you….”  

Adara shook her head. “He won’t, Marshall; he’s like you but even better and taller and stronger and….” She smiled dreamily, thinking about Dean’s body.