Chapter 12

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Cassia's POV ---

"Cassia. Cassia!" Someone shakes me awake.

I turn over and realize that it's Jeff.

"Morning," I say grogily.

"Rise and shine, sleepy head," he laughs.

I get up slowly and he carefully leads me to a rocking chair.

"Are you alright?" he asks.

"I'm fine. Just a little nautious," I explain trying to smile.

He walks over to the curled up ball of blankets where Sophie was sleeping, and scoops her up. He walks over and gently sets her in my arms.

"Thank You," I say.

"My pleasure," he says bowing.

I laugh half-heartedly. Why do I feel so sick?

"I'll go make breakfast," he suggests. He walks out, leaving Sophie and I alone in the cabin.

The breakfast Jeff makes is simple, yet amazing. He makes scrambled eggs, fresh fruit, and water.

"This is really good, " I compliment.

"Thanks," he says still stuffing his face.

I set my plate on the ground and let Sophie eat my leftovers. I'm glad I have her. Jeff takes both our plates and washes them when we're all done.

"Here, let me," I say trying to get up.

He rushes over and says, "No way! You're too ill."

"Am not," I huff stubornly.

"Come here," he coaxes leading me to the hay mat. "Take a rest."

He brings Sophie over and she snuggles up right next to me, the way I like. I fall asleep watching Jeff tend to the Fire Place.

Jeff's POV ---

This is the best possible thing that could have happened. Cassia lights up a room when she walks in. Even when it seems so dark and hopeless. I was stuck in a dark tunnel for so long...and Cassia was the light at the end of it. I feel bad that she's sick and unwell. But I don't mind taking care of her. I can see my whole future with her. We could have a family! She's perfect. She's smart, funny, beautiful, curious, and adventurous. I'm very lucky I got to meet her, and I feel bad for everyone who hasn't. She makes me feel warm and light inside. I wish I could tell her all of this for real. I don't know how I can feel so deeply for her, when I barely know her. But I do.

Now I'm sitting in a rocking chair by the Fire Place, watching her sleep. Not in a creepy way, but in an adoring way. Her face looks so serene and calm. I wish she wasn't always so tense. She's just afraid. Then again, so am I.

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