"If I minded, I wouldn't have asked." Justin assures.
Watching Beth closely, he really couldn't tell yet how much of an impact this evening had had on her. He wished he could, but he also knew it might take several days for him to really be able to see how this had affected her.
He gives her arm a pat and nods. "Pack whatever you need. Take your time."
Only after she's left the room does he stand up to pace in small circles. Was this really such a good idea? Was it even appropriate? Not that he would change his mind - he'd already invited Beth and wouldn't go back on his word. But... had it really been wise? Not that anything bad would happen - he wouldn't have asked her over had she not been so upset, and he wasn't about to make a habit out of it. So surely it was okay and...
Shaking his head, Justin stops himself from thinking any more. No matter what anyone else would think, Beth needed company tonight, and he was it. He wasn't going to leave her alone, and that was that. It would be just fine.
Taking a seat on the couch armrest, he waits.
Jay laughs and nods at his sister. "I promise I'll bring everybody and you can spoil them rotten."
Hugging Annie, Jay was glad that even she seemed happy he was here and planning to be around more. "I think you're right... there's just something special about this place."
Looking around at the others, all wore smiles and it made his heart warm. "Thanks, guys... this means a lot to me."
"Means a lot to us too." Mick slips an arm around Rosetta's shoulders, giving her a squeeze. "If anything bad happens because you're associating with us again... we've got your back, and that's a promise."
The group stuck around and chatted for a little while longer, but slowly they began to disperse, heading to their own places for the night. Mick retrieves a sleepy BJ from Becky, carrying him to the house, even though he was getting too big to be carried. Once he was put to the bed, Mick found himself relaxed on the couch with Rosetta where they talked about Jay and the family until they were finally too tired to stay awake anymore. The rest of the ranch also gradually grew quiet, crickets lulling the night away.
It was a dark river, churning and raging like an angry living
creature. It crashed around jagged rocks, and tore at the banks - even
its froth had lost its pure whiteness.
Plunged without
warning into the rushing water, it was a bitter cold temperature,
surging over Hunter and pulling him down, down, down. It was as black as
night, creating a fear that raced through his veins. Heart racing, his
legs fought against the current but to no avail. His hands groped at the
water, but it was a useless effort. His lungs burned in his chest,
begging him for oxygen and every muscle tensed under the weight of an
invisible force.
Fighting and clawing, panic raced through Hunter's veins. Why was he here? What was happening? Was he going to drown?
The
river carried him mercilessly on its deadly course, treating his body
as though it were only a lost piece of driftwood, destined to be snapped
in two on one of the protruding boulders.
Caught in a
sudden swirling vortex, Hunter feels himself slammed to the river
bottom, pinned down by the menacing current. He had to breathe. He
needed air. Excruciating pain washed over his entire body and he
screamed out in terror. But as he does, the black water surges into his
lungs, bringing with it, death.
Sitting bolt upright
in bed, Hunter wasn't sure if he'd just really screamed or not. He was
drenched in sweat, his heart racing and his hands shaking. He couldn't
remember a nightmare so vivid and horrible. It was just like the one
he'd had when he'd dozed off in the pasture with Katie the other day, except this time
it was as if he had experienced the full version. And it was
terrifying.
Standing on wobbly legs, Hunter goes to the
bathroom to splash some water on his face. Staring at himself in the
mirror, he wonders at the fear still lingering in his eyes. Maybe he'd
just had too much stress lately. Or maybe it was something he ate for
supper. Regardless, he never wanted to experience this again.
Trying
to go back to sleep was futile, and as the sun rose a couple hours
later, Hunter found himself one of the first people in the dining hall -
evident by the full coffee pot. Pouring himself a cup, he wanders into
the other room to find an empty table near the window. Easing down, he
rubs his hands over his face, feeling exhausted. Finally taking a sip of
the black coffee, he hopes it will help wake him up. Not only was he tired, but his legs were incredibly sore after yesterday's experience with Bonzai. He wouldn't let it show though... not if he could help it.
Taking another sip of coffee, he closes his eyes and just sits. But even then, the nightmarish images returned to his mind.
Grace's reprimand might have been gentle, but it was still a reprimand, leaving Jared feeling like a little boy who had just been chided for his behavior. He hadn't meant to take out his frustrating on her, he just... well it was... he didn't know to...
Trying to figure it out was useless. It seemed like his legs weren't the only things that weren't working anymore. Seemed like his mind and heart weren't doing so well either.
Letting the matter drop, he's glad at least that she's willing to let him sit in the grass, and he manages a smile - though small - at her joke. With her help, he gets out of the chair and to the ground, mostly by her strength and not his. He was just happy they hadn't toppled over again. Either he was improving or Grace was just better prepared. He had a feeling it was the latter.
Sitting in the grass, Jared lets his back slouch, his hands in his lap. Her question just brings a shrug. "I dunno. I mean yeah."
He sighs and plucks a blade of grass to fiddle with, his eyes remaining downcast. He'd felt happy when Grace had arrived and now it felt like he was living in a storm cloud. Grace's words had knocked him down a peg or two and he wasn't really sure how to act now. He felt frustrated... angry... but had no one to talk to about it. He was trying so hard, yet his determination was starting to fade. He was tired. Lonely. Bored. How much longer was he going to be like this? Would it ever end? Grace was just an easy target for his frustrations since he didn't see anybody else.
Giving her a sidelong glance, he manages a faint smile. "I bet you could get tired of me awful quick, huh?"
