9 The Gues (1/2)
Storming into the house, Darya ran to her room in a mad fury. She threw her diving stuff down on the floor and began to pace her bedroom floor. She didn't know what to make of what just happened. Something grabbed her, she knew something grabbed her, but nothing in the ocean would have a hand like that and if it did then it wasn't human. She thought long and hard about what she was going to do next.
”Darya? Hun, are you home?” She heard her mother's voice from the kitchen. She would be banned from swimming if her mother found out, she decided to keep it to herself. She itched at the rash that had spread to the sides of her throat and walked out of her room.
”Yeah, mom I'm home. Sorry I had to put my stuff up from diving, what's going on?” She asked, trying to mask her annoyance and slight fear at what just happened to her.
”I need to speak to you about something. Do you remember when I rented out the attic so we could afford that little car you drive everywhere?” Denise asked her as they took their seats on the couch.
”Yeah, we had some weird people over the few months you did that. Why bring it up now?” Darya asked.
”Well, I went into town while you were diving and met the guy that didn't have a place to stay while he was in town and offered the attic. I didn't want you to be surprised there was a man here when you woke up in the morning.” Denise said matter of factly.
”Oh, that's fine mom. In fact, I think I'm going to hit the hay a little early. Night mom.” She said her goodbyes and headed to her room. Denise was almost relieved when she left early. She knew something was going on with her but she would have to wait for the moment. She had a long-lost lover to deal with upstairs.
Waiting for a few minutes before she went back upstairs to check on Dane, she quietly walked by Darya's room and saw that she was curled up on her bed and that was good enough for Denise.
She made very little noise as she climbed the small staircase to the attic room to see if their guest had woken up yet. She knew it wouldn't be a great idea to just sit there and wait for him to wake up but she didn't have much of a choice. Taking a chair and setting it by the wall, she waited for some sort of sign of life.
It was taking so long for anything to happen that Denise began to drift off to sleep in the chair. It wasn't the most comfortable position but it would do for the moment.
Three hours had passed and Denise was fast asleep. Dane, on the other hand, began to stir in the bed he had been laying in for nearly ten hours.
”Where the hell-” His words were cut off when he looked around the room and saw Denise in the chair fast asleep. His eyes went wide when he saw the face of a girl he never thought he would again. He sat up gently, the pain in his head and limbs was still apparent. He had no idea what really happened to him and how he ended up in this room with her.
He couldn't help but replay the images of the last time he saw her. It was so long ago, longer than he realized, if things back home hadn't blown up the way they did maybe he would still be with her. He looked around the room and noted the soft wallpaper and seashell images that dotted it. There was a dresser in the corner and a small closet behind where Denise was still sleeping in the chair. He moved to swing his sore legs to hang off the bed.