Betrayal (Vanish Book Two)
By Sonny Daise
Copyright 2012 Sonny Daise
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Chapter 1: That Night
The sky was crystal clear as I lay in the field behind the apartments. The breeze was gentle, but colder than I would have liked. Staring up at the bare trees, sadness swept over me. I longed for summer. I wanted to see this beautiful forest in all of its glory, and I would. We weren’t leaving; we couldn’t. Grace was our responsibility now, and she wouldn’t be safe anywhere else. She was frail, and weak. She hadn’t moved or eaten anything since we got here. It seemed like it had been an eternity since we’d returned, but in reality, it had only been two days. That made today a week since my release from the hospital.
I wanted to go see Dante, but these past two days, everything seemed more complicated than it should. I planned to forget everything once we found her. I wanted to push away all the sadness and confusion, but while I could pretend, Dante knew better. He wanted me to talk about it. He thought it would make me feel better, but there was nothing to say. Grace was hiding something, something about me. I had a feeling that it was much more than that, but I knew she would never let me in. She changed. It wasn’t only the six months of being chained to that wall. Something was off.
“What are you doing out here?” Dante asked as he snuck up from behind.
“Just getting some fresh air,” I smiled up at him. I couldn’t help but smile when I saw his face. It took all of the pain away, but only for one brief second at a time. I wanted to run away with him. Things would be so easy… but no, I couldn’t leave George and Elizabeth to deal with my problem. It was awful, but that was how I felt. Her excuse for not talking in the car was that she didn’t want to hurt me, but the few times she had spoken to me since had been nothing but hurtful.