hmmmmmmm Michaels story...well let's see how this turns out. Maybe the segundo time composição literária it will work out better, here's to hoping I don't close the wrong window...AGAIN!
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End of Chapter 18
I felt his hand on my shoulder as he pulled slightly, turning me so that I was facing him. He watched me closely before he leaned in, his lips brushing mine in the sweetest of kisses.
"You're sure you want me around?" He asked, his face inches from mine.
I nodded, not trusting my voice because my coração was pounding from the kiss. He smiled, his eyes lighting up before he leaned in and kissed me again, this time his hands moving to my neck as he kissed me again.
I giggled when he pulled back, both of us breathing a bit harder then usual. He took his hand and smoothed it down my cheek as he smiled. He hugged me tightly before he slid one hand down my arm, his hand wrapping around mine as our fingers interlaced.
"So, would you like to hear my story?" He asked as he walked back to the feno bales.
"Yes, please."
"Alright, have a assento this may take a while." He said as he laughed and leaned against the bales, getting comfortable for what could be a long story.
Chapter 19
I moved a few bales so that they were arranged almost like a chair, when I was finished rearranging I went over and grabbed a blanket from the tack shed and threw it over the bales. I sat down, wiggling back and forth until the feno molded to me. Once I was all settled I looked up and saw Michael watching me, a sly smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
"What?" I asked as I looked up at him.
"You're so cute." He said as I felt my face burn with a blush. "Your blush must give you away all the time, you can't hide your emotions can you?"
"I can...usually." I said as I fought the urge to stick my tongue out at him.
"I hear a but coming."
"But, not around you." I admitted before I could stop myself, my ears burning as my blush spread from my cheeks to my ears.
"Do I make you nervous?" He asked, his voice suddenly much closer. I looked up, gasping because he was standing seguinte to me. "Can I sit with you?"
I nodded, not trusting myself. What was going on with me? I was not usually this easily frustrated..ok I'll admit I have a short fuse but I have never been this easily flustered that I was around him.
He went over, grabbing a few bales and set them seguinte to mine, turning my chair into a feno couch, as I got up and shook out the blanket. I spread the blanket over our make shift sofá and sat back down, happy when I found the spot that I had made. Michael sat down, his arm stretched over my shoulders as he pulled me against his side which was surprisingly comfortable.
"Ok, my story." He said as he kicked at another bale, moving it until it was directly in front of our feet. "Well, as long as I remember it's always been just my mother and I. My father, well let's just say he wasn't around and when he would be it wasn't good for us."
I moved a little, sitting up mais so I could see his face. He had that look on his face, the one you get when you are lost in your memories..good or bad. I put my head on his shoulder and listened as he took a deep breath to continue.
"One dia he came to visit, and when he left I heard him and my mother having a argument. I don't remember much about what was said, but what I do..." He said as he shook his head. "He said that I should have been killed, that my mother should have listened."
I gasped in shock, what father could ever say that about their child? He looked down at me, his hand moving to embrulho, envoltório around mine.
"We moved around for a bit, I never asked my mom about what was said..or where my father was. I heard her cry sometimes when she thought I was sleeping, and when I would hear that I wondered if maybe he was right, maybe she would have been better without me."
"Michael, no." I said softly, the story breaking my heart. "You don't have to go on, I'm sorry." I said, my voice thick because of the tears I was fighting.
"When I was about ten I finally asked her about it, she was horrified that I had heard that and never said anything to her. She said that my father was ignorant, that he found out the truth after I was born."
"The truth?" I said, wishing I wouldn't have said it out loud.
"Maija, my mother knew. She said that when she was pregnant with me she went to see a elder in our town. The elder told her that she needed to end her pregnancy because I was not pure. That I was special, or different and that she would have challenges her entire life if she had me." He said as he smiled. "Well, that was probably one of the worse things someone could say to my mother....to mention to her a challenge, my mother loves challenges."
"Well, I waited dia after dia to figure out how I was special...and nothing happened. When I was 16 my mother took a job as a farrier, she had always loved cavalos and figured that spending time with them would be the best work she could find. It wasn't long after that she realized that she had a special way with animals, the cavalos would work with her when they wouldn't work with anyone else. They would let her touch them and even the meanest, unbroken horse became like a cachorro, filhote de cachorro when working with my mom." He said, the smile on his face one that I committed to memory.
"My mom and I moved around after that, taking work wherever she could and it was kind of fun. She taught me everything she could since I didn't go to school, and moving around the country helped me learn mais then most people would learn in all their years in school. We were traveling through a small town in Missouri, and we stopped at a mom and pop gas station to fill up. Mom gave me the money to go in and pay while she filled the tank, she told me to get something to drink for both of us and away I went."
"I'll never forget walking through that door, there was a little, gray haired woman sitting behind the register, the televisão on in the background showing some soap opera. She smiled at me when I walked in and I smiled back and headed for the coolers, grabbing two soda's out of them. I turned around and went to pay when suddenly there was an tall, old man standing in my way. He looked down at me and muttered something foreign, I looked at him like he had just lost his mind..and the seguinte thing I knew I was on the floor, soda spilled all around me."
I was so lost in his story that I didn't realize he had stopped talking until he ran his fingers across my arm, bringing me back to the now.
"You look tired." He said. "Do you want me to stop, we can continue in the morning. I'll help you back up to the house."
"No." I said WAY too fast. "I mean, no please stay. I want to hear the rest, and I'm really comfy." I said as I smiled.
"Me too." He said as he hugged me against his side. "Are you warm enough?" I actually had to think about it, I mean it was dark, the temperature was dropping...wow I guess I was a bit cold.
"I'm a little chilly." I said softly.
"Well, let's go back up to the house." He said as he started to stand up, but I stopped him with a hand on his chest as I got up and ran over, grabbing another blanket out of the tack shed. I returned faster then I thought possible, throwing it over both of us as I got comfy again. "Ok, better, please continue."
"Well, my mom came in..wondering what was taking me so long. When she realized I was gone she started to freak out, asking the woman where I had gone. She turned and saw the man standing there, holding a small cat...and from the look in the mans eyes she knew that the prediction had come true." He said as he arranged the blanket and settled back in, my head on his shoulder again.
"The man told my mother to follow him, that he would explain everything once they were away from town. So mom followed him, believing that he would be able to help us with all of this. We spent about 3 weeks with Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, they told us that they were told about us showing up and that they were the ones who would have to help me transition into who I truly was. Mr. Anderson told us that there were many prophecy's and that it seemed that I was one of them. I was destined for many things, and that it would all start in less then a year." He said as he smiled at me.
"Three moths ago, Mr. Anderson called saying that the time had come, my destiny was in motion. That we needed to head here and that I would be a confidant and friend to someone who could not trust others...for her own safety." He said as he touched my face.
"We knew enough about Mr and Mrs Anderson, see she has this thing about prophecy's...she hadn't been wrong..well ever as far as anyone can tell. We left that very day, and well...you know the rest from there."
I tried to take it all in, to try and process everything that he had just told me. I didn't realize that he was talking to me until he called my name again, this time his voice bringing me back to the present.
"What?" I asked, a bit dazed.
"We should go back up to the house, you must be tired."
"No, can't we just stay here?" I asked as I yawned. "Everyone knows where we are."
"But..." He said, stopping himself as he thought about it. "Ok good point, let's just stay here."
I relaxed against him the sound of his coração beat rhythm slowly causing me to forget everything but the feel of his arms and the sound of his breathing and coração beat. I closed my eyes and the seguinte thing I knew I heard my mother calling my name, the tone that of when I had kept her waiting.
j_b
End of Chapter 18
I felt his hand on my shoulder as he pulled slightly, turning me so that I was facing him. He watched me closely before he leaned in, his lips brushing mine in the sweetest of kisses.
"You're sure you want me around?" He asked, his face inches from mine.
I nodded, not trusting my voice because my coração was pounding from the kiss. He smiled, his eyes lighting up before he leaned in and kissed me again, this time his hands moving to my neck as he kissed me again.
I giggled when he pulled back, both of us breathing a bit harder then usual. He took his hand and smoothed it down my cheek as he smiled. He hugged me tightly before he slid one hand down my arm, his hand wrapping around mine as our fingers interlaced.
"So, would you like to hear my story?" He asked as he walked back to the feno bales.
"Yes, please."
"Alright, have a assento this may take a while." He said as he laughed and leaned against the bales, getting comfortable for what could be a long story.
Chapter 19
I moved a few bales so that they were arranged almost like a chair, when I was finished rearranging I went over and grabbed a blanket from the tack shed and threw it over the bales. I sat down, wiggling back and forth until the feno molded to me. Once I was all settled I looked up and saw Michael watching me, a sly smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
"What?" I asked as I looked up at him.
"You're so cute." He said as I felt my face burn with a blush. "Your blush must give you away all the time, you can't hide your emotions can you?"
"I can...usually." I said as I fought the urge to stick my tongue out at him.
"I hear a but coming."
"But, not around you." I admitted before I could stop myself, my ears burning as my blush spread from my cheeks to my ears.
"Do I make you nervous?" He asked, his voice suddenly much closer. I looked up, gasping because he was standing seguinte to me. "Can I sit with you?"
I nodded, not trusting myself. What was going on with me? I was not usually this easily frustrated..ok I'll admit I have a short fuse but I have never been this easily flustered that I was around him.
He went over, grabbing a few bales and set them seguinte to mine, turning my chair into a feno couch, as I got up and shook out the blanket. I spread the blanket over our make shift sofá and sat back down, happy when I found the spot that I had made. Michael sat down, his arm stretched over my shoulders as he pulled me against his side which was surprisingly comfortable.
"Ok, my story." He said as he kicked at another bale, moving it until it was directly in front of our feet. "Well, as long as I remember it's always been just my mother and I. My father, well let's just say he wasn't around and when he would be it wasn't good for us."
I moved a little, sitting up mais so I could see his face. He had that look on his face, the one you get when you are lost in your memories..good or bad. I put my head on his shoulder and listened as he took a deep breath to continue.
"One dia he came to visit, and when he left I heard him and my mother having a argument. I don't remember much about what was said, but what I do..." He said as he shook his head. "He said that I should have been killed, that my mother should have listened."
I gasped in shock, what father could ever say that about their child? He looked down at me, his hand moving to embrulho, envoltório around mine.
"We moved around for a bit, I never asked my mom about what was said..or where my father was. I heard her cry sometimes when she thought I was sleeping, and when I would hear that I wondered if maybe he was right, maybe she would have been better without me."
"Michael, no." I said softly, the story breaking my heart. "You don't have to go on, I'm sorry." I said, my voice thick because of the tears I was fighting.
"When I was about ten I finally asked her about it, she was horrified that I had heard that and never said anything to her. She said that my father was ignorant, that he found out the truth after I was born."
"The truth?" I said, wishing I wouldn't have said it out loud.
"Maija, my mother knew. She said that when she was pregnant with me she went to see a elder in our town. The elder told her that she needed to end her pregnancy because I was not pure. That I was special, or different and that she would have challenges her entire life if she had me." He said as he smiled. "Well, that was probably one of the worse things someone could say to my mother....to mention to her a challenge, my mother loves challenges."
"Well, I waited dia after dia to figure out how I was special...and nothing happened. When I was 16 my mother took a job as a farrier, she had always loved cavalos and figured that spending time with them would be the best work she could find. It wasn't long after that she realized that she had a special way with animals, the cavalos would work with her when they wouldn't work with anyone else. They would let her touch them and even the meanest, unbroken horse became like a cachorro, filhote de cachorro when working with my mom." He said, the smile on his face one that I committed to memory.
"My mom and I moved around after that, taking work wherever she could and it was kind of fun. She taught me everything she could since I didn't go to school, and moving around the country helped me learn mais then most people would learn in all their years in school. We were traveling through a small town in Missouri, and we stopped at a mom and pop gas station to fill up. Mom gave me the money to go in and pay while she filled the tank, she told me to get something to drink for both of us and away I went."
"I'll never forget walking through that door, there was a little, gray haired woman sitting behind the register, the televisão on in the background showing some soap opera. She smiled at me when I walked in and I smiled back and headed for the coolers, grabbing two soda's out of them. I turned around and went to pay when suddenly there was an tall, old man standing in my way. He looked down at me and muttered something foreign, I looked at him like he had just lost his mind..and the seguinte thing I knew I was on the floor, soda spilled all around me."
I was so lost in his story that I didn't realize he had stopped talking until he ran his fingers across my arm, bringing me back to the now.
"You look tired." He said. "Do you want me to stop, we can continue in the morning. I'll help you back up to the house."
"No." I said WAY too fast. "I mean, no please stay. I want to hear the rest, and I'm really comfy." I said as I smiled.
"Me too." He said as he hugged me against his side. "Are you warm enough?" I actually had to think about it, I mean it was dark, the temperature was dropping...wow I guess I was a bit cold.
"I'm a little chilly." I said softly.
"Well, let's go back up to the house." He said as he started to stand up, but I stopped him with a hand on his chest as I got up and ran over, grabbing another blanket out of the tack shed. I returned faster then I thought possible, throwing it over both of us as I got comfy again. "Ok, better, please continue."
"Well, my mom came in..wondering what was taking me so long. When she realized I was gone she started to freak out, asking the woman where I had gone. She turned and saw the man standing there, holding a small cat...and from the look in the mans eyes she knew that the prediction had come true." He said as he arranged the blanket and settled back in, my head on his shoulder again.
"The man told my mother to follow him, that he would explain everything once they were away from town. So mom followed him, believing that he would be able to help us with all of this. We spent about 3 weeks with Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, they told us that they were told about us showing up and that they were the ones who would have to help me transition into who I truly was. Mr. Anderson told us that there were many prophecy's and that it seemed that I was one of them. I was destined for many things, and that it would all start in less then a year." He said as he smiled at me.
"Three moths ago, Mr. Anderson called saying that the time had come, my destiny was in motion. That we needed to head here and that I would be a confidant and friend to someone who could not trust others...for her own safety." He said as he touched my face.
"We knew enough about Mr and Mrs Anderson, see she has this thing about prophecy's...she hadn't been wrong..well ever as far as anyone can tell. We left that very day, and well...you know the rest from there."
I tried to take it all in, to try and process everything that he had just told me. I didn't realize that he was talking to me until he called my name again, this time his voice bringing me back to the present.
"What?" I asked, a bit dazed.
"We should go back up to the house, you must be tired."
"No, can't we just stay here?" I asked as I yawned. "Everyone knows where we are."
"But..." He said, stopping himself as he thought about it. "Ok good point, let's just stay here."
I relaxed against him the sound of his coração beat rhythm slowly causing me to forget everything but the feel of his arms and the sound of his breathing and coração beat. I closed my eyes and the seguinte thing I knew I heard my mother calling my name, the tone that of when I had kept her waiting.