XxX Chapter TwoXxX

I woke up wandering why I had been up late the previous night and I wandered why my head hurt like an extremely heavy cat was lying on me. But there was on crushing my stomach, though.

When I opened my eyes I saw my reflection growing in Tippi’s curious eyes, “Meow?” he cocked his head to the side like a dog would if it were confused, He then stood, digging his claws through the sheets finding my skin even through everything on top of me.

Tippi stretched and jumped down, leaving me to feel a lot lighter. I heard a quiet knock on the door and sat up stretching just like Tippi had; only I felt like I would die if I moved. The knock came again and this time I answered with a quiet voice, “Yeah?” no reply…

Then I felt my cell phone go off, vibrating on my end table. I flipped it open and looked at the screen which read, “New Text Message” I stared at it a moment before I pushed the middle button.

Sent: 8:42 AM

Received: 8:42 AM

To: Kali Mesmar

From: UNKNOWN

Message:

Listen clearly: u r not safe. Run.

I stared at the message for one second then snapped my phone shut and laid it on the bed.

It was probably one of those chains I tried not to get. But why should I be scared—

I jumped at the sound of a knock on the door. Recovering myself slowly and cleared my throat, “Yes?” I said barely above a whisper, the knock came again and I repeated my self but louder and then the maids voice sounded behind the dark wood door, “Someone to see you, Miss Mesmar,” I could sense her forcing a smile through the wall, “Okay thank you,” I didn’t hear her leave, “Um…your dismissed,” I said after a moment then the foot-steps sounded her departure and I turned and went to conquer one thing so hard to tame, dressing myself in something…pretty…

Let the screams begin!

I stood up and looked into my closet, there was nothing…pretty, but I had to find something. I tossed aside many dark colors (black, black, black, gray, black, blue—no wait black) finally pushing everything aside a found a brown shirt (it was okay I mean what did you expect pink? Yeah, right. I may like to shop but not for pink.) With a V-neck (that type of large cut in which you need a T-shirt.) I slipped into a darker brown undershirt and pulled the other top over it. I rummaged through the closet for jeans or something (who doesn’t wear jeans? Hello, it’s isn’t the 70s) I pulled on a pair of dark jeans; see what I mean by ‘not a lot of choices’?

When I looked in the mirror I looked like myself dressed by someone with a taste for color…someone who loves pinks, purples, someone who likes the pretty colors. Someone like Shannon….

I turned to my side looking at my profile, strong nose, (yuck) full lips, (okay…) dark eyes, (hehe matches my mood) and I guess you could say I had a strong jaw (whoop, lookie there strong nose, strong jaw, all ugly) I pulled my eyes from full mirror and turned on my heel to the door.

I walked tiredly down the hall rubbing the sleep from my eyes; all I wanted to do was dive back into my bed and sleep for years. But there was someone to see me. I wished they could care less. So I stumbled down the cold, spiraling steps and came to the main room. My mother was already dressed, in a silky white dress that was very beautiful on her, form fitting you could say. She was talking to a young man, maybe a year older then myself.

She flashed a smile at me then said something to the man for him to turn, and man I had to tell myself to keep breathing. He smiled perfectly, he was perfect. Honey blonde hair what was kind of messy but it still looked…perfect, (I’m sorry for my poor vocabulary) He wore a pair of black jeans—told ya they were in—and a dark blue shirt with a midnight blue jacket over it. His eyes were alight and very blue. And don’t get me started on that smile…

“Kali, this is Conner Wilfare, Conner, this is my daughter Kali Mesmar,” she smiled simply at me but there was a fact written on her face, just don’t be yourself.

“It’s a pleasure,” he said holding out his hand I paused noting his voice, very, very hot…

After a long moment, I took his hand and smiled, “It’s good to meet you too,” I said taking my hand away…he had a nice grip…big hand…God, I had to tell myself to stop thinking about him so I could think about something else but all that came up was that face…

“Okay, well I have some business to attend to, I’ll let you get to know each other,” My mother smiled dipping her head as a good bye then she turned and strode out of the room.

“Much more beautiful in person,” he complimented staring into my eyes, I almost could feel myself getting red, I looked away trying to get words out of my mouth, “T-t-thanks,” I choked out pulling out a smile.

“So,” I said trying to sound proper, “You look awfully familiar, have me met?” I cleared my throat telling my self, idiot, idiot, idiot! Why do you screw these things up?!

“Yeah, we meet before but well, you were like nine…and I was about twelve,” Ah…so he is like nineteen…I pondered for a moment then I tried to remember it. Nope, nothing came.

“I didn’t think you’d remember…I didn’t remember until my mother had me thinking about only…you,” he paused, “I’m happy I can see the real thing,” He smiled, blushing and I could feel myself turning red as well.

“Did your mom tell you…” he paused looking at me for a moment then looked away, “About the marriage?” He looked at me again tilting his head seeing if he struck a memory. I just stared and felt I needed to say something nice, “Well, congratulations,” I smiled but it probably came out as a grimace.

He looked at me then smiled a fierce smile that made my skin crawl, “Congrats to you too.”