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A Shadowlander's Dream: Book Two - Policy of Love
By Kathryn K Williams
Chapter Fifty-eight
Jessica was certain that someone up there had seen her. She could see two shadows moving about in the room now and was almost sure that she had heard someone call out her name. She wondered what they were up to at that moment, if she remembered correctly the room was locked and the windows barely opened. In the summers it was nearly unbearable with the sun blazing through that window with no way to get much of any fresh air. She watched in curiosity as the figures rushed about. Then one of the shadows returned to the window and she could see something flutter down on the wind. She chased the object; afraid the wind would run off with whatever it was that the girls were trying to send her. She caught the paper as it drifted through the air and unfolded it to see someone had scribbled on a piece of colouring book paper.
“Meet me in the shed.
I will come for you when I can.
Love Amber.”
Jessica smiled at the note; it really was Amber in the window after all, just like she remembered. She rushed over to the streetlight and waved up at the girls, pointing at the note, then gesturing to the back of the building. When the shadows waved back she started around the building, new hope in her heart and a spring in her stride. She barely noticed that her body had reverted back to that of a twelve year old and her pants were bunching up around her ankles. Something about getting a note from Amber made her heart sing and she skipped along in hopes that she would see the girl again soon.
As she entered the backyard another memory flickered to mind. Her eyes darted to the dying leaves and a set of racks leaning against a small rickety wooden shed near the back. Her heart began to race as she recalled that day not too long ago. Jessica and Amber had been ordered to rack the leaves out back, but Amber had other ideas. Jessica tried to be serious about her chores for she did not want to end up in the cupboard again. Ma’am had been on Jessica’s case ever since catching her kissing Amber one-day and Jessica planned to not let that happen again.
However, Amber seemed to enjoy the risk of being caught doing something they were not supposed to. While Jessica racked the leaves into a large pile Amber grabbed a handful of leaves and tossed them at Jessica. At first Jessica tried to ignore the girl’s attempts at being playful, then finally she could no longer hold herself back and she leap at the girl, tackling her to the pile of leaves. Jessica lay on top of Amber for a moment when Amber suddenly raised her head and kissed Jessica ever so lightly upon the lips.
The memory of that kiss sent shivers through Jessica’s body, she suddenly recalled the sweet taste of the girl’s lips and the beautiful scent of her body, a combination that was deadly for Jessica and weakened her resistance. She did not want to get in trouble again, but she could not withstand Amber’s touch. Just as Amber’s hands moved under Jessica’s shirt, along her side, the back door abruptly opened and Ma’am stormed towards them. She had kicked Jessica off of Amber and hit her repeatedly across the face, forcing Jessica back into the tool shed, where Ma’am shoved Jessica inside and locked the door, leaving the girl there for several days with only a few scraps to eat.
Jessica’s heart ached as she stared at the old weather worn tool shed. Now she wished that Amber had not chosen such a place for her to hide, but she knew it would be the last place Ma’am would ever enter. Ma’am only sent the girls to the shed to gather gardening tools for the backyard and never entered the shed herself, as much as Jessica could remember. Jessica swallowed back her fears as she approached the shed and cautiously tested the door, just like always Ma’am had not locked the door. She seemed to only lock the shed if there was someone she wished to stay within, not to keep people out of it. Slowly Jessica opened the door to find it dark and musky inside, a smell she would rather not repeat inhaling. She glanced back at the house as she tried to think of another plan to get the girl’s out of the infernal place. Her eyes darting to the windows and doors in search for a way in and out, but she had tested those escape routes so many times over the years that she knew there was no hope of escape other then being let out by Ma’am. Realizing this she let out a deep sigh of defeat, she had been lucky the first time she found a way out but knowing Ma’am, she would have doubled the locks on that window or even nailed them tightly shut if she felt no need for opening them, leaving not even enough room for a spider to enter or leave.
Jessica reluctantly entered the shed and firmly closed the door behind her. Light inside was only proved by the small cracks in the ceiling panels. She only hoped that it did not rain that night as it did that day she had been left in here before. She moved to the back of the cramped space where there was a large unused worker’s bench and curled up under it. The cold air seeped through the cracks in the small shed and Jessica curled up tight, hugging her legs to her body for warmth. With hope that the sun would rise soon and with it Amber’s return to her arms.
*****
To be Continued . . .
*****
Note: The world of the Shadowlands, Its stories, Characters and ideas are a copyright of Kathryn K Williams.
This story is based upon my manga of the same name. If you wish to view art from this series please visit my deviant arts site at: <a href="http://shinigami-shimai.deviantart.com/ " target="_blank">http://shinigami-shimai.deviantart.com/ </a>
For more of my stories visit my deviant hearts site at: http://www.devianthearts.com/viewuser.php?uid=159
Also if you spot any typos or other errors please contact me at katwilliams @ rogers.com
By Kathryn K Williams
Chapter Fifty-eight
Jessica was certain that someone up there had seen her. She could see two shadows moving about in the room now and was almost sure that she had heard someone call out her name. She wondered what they were up to at that moment, if she remembered correctly the room was locked and the windows barely opened. In the summers it was nearly unbearable with the sun blazing through that window with no way to get much of any fresh air. She watched in curiosity as the figures rushed about. Then one of the shadows returned to the window and she could see something flutter down on the wind. She chased the object; afraid the wind would run off with whatever it was that the girls were trying to send her. She caught the paper as it drifted through the air and unfolded it to see someone had scribbled on a piece of colouring book paper.
“Meet me in the shed.
I will come for you when I can.
Love Amber.”
Jessica smiled at the note; it really was Amber in the window after all, just like she remembered. She rushed over to the streetlight and waved up at the girls, pointing at the note, then gesturing to the back of the building. When the shadows waved back she started around the building, new hope in her heart and a spring in her stride. She barely noticed that her body had reverted back to that of a twelve year old and her pants were bunching up around her ankles. Something about getting a note from Amber made her heart sing and she skipped along in hopes that she would see the girl again soon.
As she entered the backyard another memory flickered to mind. Her eyes darted to the dying leaves and a set of racks leaning against a small rickety wooden shed near the back. Her heart began to race as she recalled that day not too long ago. Jessica and Amber had been ordered to rack the leaves out back, but Amber had other ideas. Jessica tried to be serious about her chores for she did not want to end up in the cupboard again. Ma’am had been on Jessica’s case ever since catching her kissing Amber one-day and Jessica planned to not let that happen again.
However, Amber seemed to enjoy the risk of being caught doing something they were not supposed to. While Jessica racked the leaves into a large pile Amber grabbed a handful of leaves and tossed them at Jessica. At first Jessica tried to ignore the girl’s attempts at being playful, then finally she could no longer hold herself back and she leap at the girl, tackling her to the pile of leaves. Jessica lay on top of Amber for a moment when Amber suddenly raised her head and kissed Jessica ever so lightly upon the lips.
The memory of that kiss sent shivers through Jessica’s body, she suddenly recalled the sweet taste of the girl’s lips and the beautiful scent of her body, a combination that was deadly for Jessica and weakened her resistance. She did not want to get in trouble again, but she could not withstand Amber’s touch. Just as Amber’s hands moved under Jessica’s shirt, along her side, the back door abruptly opened and Ma’am stormed towards them. She had kicked Jessica off of Amber and hit her repeatedly across the face, forcing Jessica back into the tool shed, where Ma’am shoved Jessica inside and locked the door, leaving the girl there for several days with only a few scraps to eat.
Jessica’s heart ached as she stared at the old weather worn tool shed. Now she wished that Amber had not chosen such a place for her to hide, but she knew it would be the last place Ma’am would ever enter. Ma’am only sent the girls to the shed to gather gardening tools for the backyard and never entered the shed herself, as much as Jessica could remember. Jessica swallowed back her fears as she approached the shed and cautiously tested the door, just like always Ma’am had not locked the door. She seemed to only lock the shed if there was someone she wished to stay within, not to keep people out of it. Slowly Jessica opened the door to find it dark and musky inside, a smell she would rather not repeat inhaling. She glanced back at the house as she tried to think of another plan to get the girl’s out of the infernal place. Her eyes darting to the windows and doors in search for a way in and out, but she had tested those escape routes so many times over the years that she knew there was no hope of escape other then being let out by Ma’am. Realizing this she let out a deep sigh of defeat, she had been lucky the first time she found a way out but knowing Ma’am, she would have doubled the locks on that window or even nailed them tightly shut if she felt no need for opening them, leaving not even enough room for a spider to enter or leave.
Jessica reluctantly entered the shed and firmly closed the door behind her. Light inside was only proved by the small cracks in the ceiling panels. She only hoped that it did not rain that night as it did that day she had been left in here before. She moved to the back of the cramped space where there was a large unused worker’s bench and curled up under it. The cold air seeped through the cracks in the small shed and Jessica curled up tight, hugging her legs to her body for warmth. With hope that the sun would rise soon and with it Amber’s return to her arms.
*****
To be Continued . . .
*****
Note: The world of the Shadowlands, Its stories, Characters and ideas are a copyright of Kathryn K Williams.
This story is based upon my manga of the same name. If you wish to view art from this series please visit my deviant arts site at: <a href="http://shinigami-shimai.deviantart.com/ " target="_blank">http://shinigami-shimai.deviantart.com/ </a>
For more of my stories visit my deviant hearts site at: http://www.devianthearts.com/viewuser.php?uid=159
Also if you spot any typos or other errors please contact me at katwilliams @ rogers.com