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“Fine, we both did
something wrong – I want you to trust me and I want to help.” He
pulled the note out of his back pocket and handed it to me. I
ripped it out of his hands and dashed outside. I was more
embarrassed than anything that he undoubtedly read the whole thing.
I walked behind the car port and started to pace. This is way
crazy; I'm a nut job that has crazy dreams and Jett was going
through some physical changes that who knows what they were about.
He came up behind me, “I'm sorry and I did read the whole thing,
it's nothing to be embarrassed about. I have dreams like that too –
all guys do – I never assume girls don't.”

He moved closer and put his
hand on my waist and I started to cry a little, I wiped my tear. He
moved himself in front of me and hugged me. “Shhh, at least it was
about me, it was me, right? I mean at least the good parts.” I
shook my head and embraced him back. “I promise I'll never steal
another note from you, I'll wait for you to share it with me. And I
don’t expect the part about me to come true at least not anytime
soon.” He told me in his deepest voice, true and blue.

“This is so messed up.” I
let go and took a deep breath. He gave me a peck on the
cheek.

“There is a place in town,
similar to what you described, plus the messed up part is I’ve
caught a glimpse or two of Cale around here before, not much, but a
couple of times in the past.”

“So you think this dream
could be valid? I don’t want you to think just because I have a
dream that it will come true, because I really have no idea if it
will or won’t.”

“Agreed, some, not all? But
you described the cabin to a “T.” Let me show you
around.”

He grabbed my hand and
pulled me through the family room, sure enough, it was just like in
my dream. There was even a blue and brown plaid recliner with
wooden arms. I pointed to the chair with my mouth open, and looked
at Jett, he said “I know right!” He showed me the bedrooms even
though I didn't describe them in this note, I felt like I was
familiar with the rooms. One was all navy, I shuddered at the sight
of it with an awful eerie feeling. The other room was all tones of
green and the third was shades of rusty orange.

He grabbed me and gave me a
hug. “I think we should go in town, check it out, see if we can
spot anything else you recognize and look around for Cale. I
brought a photo my Uncle gave me; we can ask people if they've seen
him.”

“Wow you came
prepared.”

We went back into the
kitchen and we ate the lunch he made. They were only plain turkey
sandwiches
but I was glad for it, I
was starving. He tossed everything in the
refrigerator along with some sodas, and put his hand out to me “Are
you ready?”

I took his hand “I'm
feeling kind of guilty now, that I came up here without your
permission, and I'm sorry about that. I would rather have been
invited.”

He pulled me out the door
and locked it. “I'm feeling very guilty about reading your note
too, and I wish I would have waited for you to give it to me.” He
gave me a peck on the lips and a tight squeeze. “Despite our guilt,
let's just go hang out and have some fun. If we see Cale or find
something really wrong we'll call my uncle and by the way consider
yourself invited.” I smiled.

We walked downtown, it
wasn't far at all. They had some cute little restaurants and shops,
and we went into all of them. “So you're a shopper
then?”

“Oh yeah,” he said. “My mom
says she trained us well.” His mom was right she did train him well
I saw him perusing the clearance racks and he found me an orange
tee for only four bucks.

We ended up shopping until
dinner time; it went by fast and no leads. We went to a new Chinese
joint it was decent, good food and the prices were economical. I
was glad for it because I spent most of my money shopping. We
filled up and packed up the leftovers.

Before going back to the
cabin we checked out the hot spot in town, it was just like in my
dream. The first floor had seating and no walls on three sides, the
stairs were in the middle and it lead up to a huge bar that was
under a roof, no walls on three sides again, room for a band and
one was setting up, a dance floor and a nice size deck with plenty
of seating out in the open. Everything was made of wood except the
floor. The railing that encased the bar had big wood posts that
held lights on every other post. Plus, they had white Christmas
lights strung post to post even though it wasn’t Christmas. It
looked really nice and rustic. There were several people mingling
around and seemed like the time to come because people started to
stream in steadily.

“I hate Chinese food.” I
said to Jett as we found a table and clonked down.

“Why didn't you say
something?”

“No, I hate it because I
always eat too much and get sleepy but then in a couple hours I'll
want more.”

He laughed “Yeah, I know
what you mean.”

Dusk came quickly and the
day was going fast. Jett asked me for a slow dance, “I thought you
didn't dance.”

“I can sway back and forth
with the best of them, but if you don't want to...”

“Oh, I can sway too!” I
replied.

After we sat back down I
wondered how long we were going to wait around, I was getting very
tired, my eyes were getting heavy. Jett thought we'd stay for
another hour but as I was yawning I looked up past the bar and
caught a glimpse of what I thought was Cale. I sat straight up and
put my hand on Jett's hand urgently and looked toward Cale. We
locked gazes no one moved not even Jett.

Jett got up slowly and
walked to the opposite side of the bar. It was huge and when he got
there Cale had put his arm around some girl’s neck and started to
leave. I followed Jett as he followed Cale. It wasn’t easy
maneuvering around all the people.

We got out to the beach and
stopped. We had to look around as people were mingling everywhere.
There were a few tables and chairs in the sand, I plopped all my
stuff down on one of them; Jett went one way and I went the
other.

As I was walking down the
beach I saw Cale kissing the girl at the water’s edge, it was
brushing up against their feet. I started walking faster and
stopped when he looked at me. Walking toward him again, slowly, he
smiled at me with his dark eyes, pale skin and veiny face, I saw
him bite the girl while still looking at me. She screamed. Jett
grabbed onto me, “What’s wrong.” I realized it was me screaming. I
pointed toward Cale who was continuing to suck the life out of the
poor helpless girl. Jett turned to me, “Do you trust me?” I
stammered out “of course” and before I could get another word out
he said “Stay here” and took off after Cale kicking up sand in his
wake.

As Jett approached rapidly,
Cale let the girl drop to the ground and tossed Jett into the
water. The girl stood up shakily, got her bearings and ran away.
Jett went back at Cale on all fours, tearing through the water like
it wasn't even there. When Jett reached him, Cale swiped his arm at
him in a stabbing motion like you would a knife, but when he let go
a syringe was stuck in Jett’s shoulder. They wrestled around and
when Cale got free he ran down the beach and through some residents
yards. Jett followed but when he came back he was by himself, wet,
sandy and walking with a limp.

He walked up to me, without
slowing his stride, put his arm around me and out of breath said
“he's gone, but I think he'll leave the girl alone.” We collected
our stuff and headed home. He was getting me wet and sandy and I
was holding some of his weight, we were struggling. Halfway home he
said “That son-of-a-bitch bit me” and started walking a little more
on his own.

“He stabbed you with a
syringe too.” I responded, Jett reached around to feel his shoulder
where he was jabbed, so he knew.

We were both exhausted when
we got to the cabin. Jett unlocked the door grabbed some firewood
before going in, tossed it into the fireplace, started it and
headed for the bedroom. “I'll be right back.” You could tell that
was his usual routine.

I waited a few minutes
before heating up the rest of the Chinese food. There was no TV, so
I turned on the radio. Jett was on auto-pilot, he got more firewood
and put it on the fire but held his back and moaned as he stood up.
When he came into the kitchen with dry clothes he said “Awesome.
Food, I forgot we had leftovers, I thought I'd have to make
sandwiches.”

He grabbed his plate off
the counter and tucked two sodas into his arm, I grabbed my plate
and followed him into the living room, we sat on the couch
together.

When we were finished
eating I took our plates to the kitchen and washed them. When I got
back Jett hadn't moved. His head was leaning back on the couch. He
looked lifeless.

I stepped up on the couch
and pushed him forward sliding between him and the couch and
started to rub his neck, rubbing deep and squeezing his muscles
gently. I could feel all the tension in him. What he needed was a
full massage. It was hard with his shirt on so I gave it a little
tug and he leaned forward and I pulled it up and rested it on his
shoulders. His skin was smooth and warm. His back was beautiful
along with the rest of him. His shirt kept falling down, so I
tapped his shoulder and said "Up" he lifted his arms up and I
scooped his shirt off. I smelled it, it smelled of him, fresh air
and soap.

"Lay on the carpet and I'll
rub your lower back.” He didn't move. “You hurt yourself
right?"

"Yeah", he mumbled, he
crawled forward to the carpet in front of the fire. I tossed him a
pillow from the couch; he grabbed it and put it under his head and
hands. His shoulders were much broader than his waist, his back
long and tan. I was almost afraid to touch him. I sat on top of him
and started to massage his neck, then shoulders all the way down to
his lower back. "I must not be doing this right."

"Hmm" was all he
said.

I put all my weight on my
knees and leaned into it. "I must not be very good at this you're
still very tense" I was talking softly, and without notice he
turned over. "You're doing just fine." 

He put his rough hands on
my waist just under my shirt and pulled me forward, I put a
hand on his chest for balance and just the touch of his skin sent a
tingle through my body. He moved one hand to the back of my
neck and then into my hair pulling me closer and kissing me softly,
gently and then vigorously. I sat up a little and we held a gaze, I
leaned down to kiss his muscular chest. He rolled us over and
started kissing my neck. He held himself above me gently, not
letting all his weight on me; I could feel the heat radiating from
his body.

The phone rang, he stopped
and didn't move. The phone rang again and we released each other
and got up. I leaned on the counter across from him waiting to hear
what was said.

"That was my uncle just
giving us an update." I half smiled at him. The only light in the
room was from the fire and it silhouetted his body perfectly. I
slid myself to the other end of the counter where he met me. I laid
my hands on his chest gently, and told him "I definitely need a
shower."

He bent down and kissed me
on the neck I felt his tongue glide up sending a shiver right down
my spine all the way to my toes. He was kissing me again. I pushed
on his chest a little and said again "I ah, need a
shower."

He let his hands fall to my
waist and said "me too." I opened my eyes wide, I was not prepared
for this - no way! He looked at me and saw my expression. He let go
of me patted me on the butt and said "Don't use up all the hot
water."

“I thought you already took
a shower.”

“No I cleaned up a little
and called my uncle, how do you think he knew to call us
here.”

“Oh yeah, I hadn't thought
about that, my mind was elsewhere.”

I tried to hurry, afraid
that Jett might decide to join me. I went as fast as I could
through the shower, but stayed under the hot water for a long
minute before I came out and noticed a towel laying on the counter
and
my clothes gone.
I can't believe I didn't hear him come in, plus, I know I had
locked the door – I checked it again still locked. I towel dried my
hair and dried myself quickly then wrapped the towel around myself
tightly. When I was brushing my teeth I was reminded of Jett and
his missing teeth at Nic's house.

I went to the door, opened
it slowly and peeked out toward the family room, stuck my head out
further and then turned the other way to dart toward my room. I
screamed and put my hand to my chest, Jett was leaning up against
the wall. With no shirt, no shoes no socks just sweat shorts and a
towel on his shoulder.

He asked “Who you looking
for.”

My cheeks were flushed, and
my hair still dripping. I stepped into the hallway.
“You.”

He stepped in front of me
put his hands on my waist and pushed me back into the bathroom up
against the sink. “I'm right here.” He gave me a peck on the lips,
and I waited, I didn't move or say anything. He went over to the
shower and turned it on and said “Are you staying?” He put his
hands on his shorts, ready to pull them off and gave me a half
smile. I pushed off the counter and said “No way!'
and darted toward the bedroom.