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(Page 2 of 3) The Escape by Querus Abuttu
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He'd never questioned Ella about the bruises or burns he'd seen from time to time on Jarin's body. After all, an eight year old boy is bound to get some of those things playing with other kids, he reasoned.
George ignored the fact that Jarin didn't play with other kids. That he was a quiet, sensitive boy, though George's term for him was "a pussy". Sometimes he caught himself almost feeling bad because Ella was so hard on him. But, what the hell? The kid was there only as a favor to Mr. Dunbar. They'd taken him in, hadn't they? They'd given him food and clothes.
Stupid bastard should be fuck'in thankful, that's what he should be, George mused. And, of course, Mr. Dunbar paid them good money to keep him. Enough for extra beer, cigarettes and other things.
"I'll be at the Garage", he told Ella, as he made tracks though the living room.
"What time you gonna be home?" She called out.
"Round five or six. If you see Jarin before then, tell him to get his ass over there." George grabbed up his toolbox, and headed towards the door. Passing by a plant stand, his large frame caught a corner, and sent several orange clay pots crashing to the floor.
Quickly opening the door, and throwing it shut, he hurried away from Ella's harsh voice, which by now was assailing the walls with a barrage of swearing.
"Gonna be one of those days" He sighed to himself, as he drained the last of his Bud and tossed the brown bottle into a nearby ditch. He got into his rusted Ford, turned the key, and in a couple of minutes he and his truck were headed down the dusty country road.
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Jaren laughed. He was flying! Turning, and twisting among the clouds, and ‘She' was with him. She held him tight in a warm embrace, ..soft white arms secure against the base of his body. Her ebony wings fluttered silently as they flew, and her speed was incredible! Jarin gazed up at her face. She was so beautiful! His lips drew together to softly form her name, "Deirdree".
She bent her head next to his, and he heard her voice inside his mind. "Yes, Jarin, together once again."
She never failed him. Every time he came to the Willow to dream, she was there. Somehow, she always found him. Somehow, she always knew when he needed her.
Now, he could see they were headed toward a mountain. The hills on it were covered with lush green grasses, and everywhere there were Willow trees growing by sparkling brooks, their branches waving in the balmy breeze. He admired how their trunks bent low in a gentle dance.
"Welcome to my home", Deirdre whispered to him as they floated down to a grassy hill. On this hill there grew only one Willow. It seemed to be the biggest, and oldest willow he'd ever seen. Deirdre folded her wings, and drew him towards it. "Come sit with me" she said softly.
She drew him beside her, within the nest of some large bulky roots, and then reached out with her slender hand to gently caress his chin. "I cannot bear to see your pain." Her voice flowed like honey to his ears, as he met her mossy eyes, and suddenly he felt dizzy.
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