First off, Blessed Samhain and Happy Halloween. By now, in my fictional world, my kids are up and facing the day, and Kerry is probably getting ready for an exciting day of racing before preparing for an evening of costumed dancing. What will Annie and he go as? Hummm . . . I guess I gotta work on that, don’t I?
And speaking of Kerry–man, did I get a response yesterday! The mystery dream ginger, aka Carrot Girl, has put in her second appearance, the first since she shook up Kerry way back in the middle of August. Little did I know when Annie went in to her OTP’s dream and proceeded to get her ass kicked out that people would respond. Then again, it’s a big moment in the story, and sort of sets the mood for the rest of Act Two and most of Act Three. Like it or not, shit is hitting the fan, and there’s little gonna keep it from coming.
Speaking of Act Two–the last scene of Chapter Nineteen is finished, and that means the chapter is finished and so is Part Five. 2012 is done and gone, and 2013 came in with a bang–
Yes, it’s time to move on. And since the last scene was only six hundred words and a bit of change–which means Chapter Nineteen is one of the shortest chapters I’ve written in the series–you’re gonna get it all. Mostly because everyone who had questions about yesterday what to know what happened next.
Here’s where you find out–
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)
The comforters wrapped around Annie as she tumbled off the sofa. She groaned when she hit the floor, slightly stunned due to the combination of impact and being kicked out of a dream so abruptly, then began trying to extract herself from the tangle of the blanket. Being wedged between the sofa and coffee table make her excursion difficult, and after a few seconds of getting nowhere Annie flew straight up about three meters and cast off the comforter.
Only then did she turn her attention to her soul mate.
She floated down next to the sofa and found Kerry still asleep but struggling. His body was twitching, mostly his arms and legs, and his head trembled. He didn’t appear at all relaxed: he was tense and his face pinched, as if he were in the middle of a struggle. His hands were balled into fist and he almost seemed as if he were pushing himself deeper into the sofa cushions.
He was mumbling, and Annie moved closer to catch the words as he hissed them out between clenched teeth. “You can’t . . . You can’t.” He whipped his head to the left and back to the right. “You can’t do—you can’t. I don’t want—” His voice grew louder. “You can’t do that. You can’t.” Kerry began thrashing about on the sofa, his face twisted into a fearful grimace. “Don’t do this. Don’t. Go away. Go Away. Go AWAY. GO AWAY—”
Annie couldn’t watch any longer. As dangerous as it might be to pull someone out of a nightmare, she knew that whatever was happening inside Kerry’s dream had something to do with the girl who’d thrown her out. She didn’t bother with subtlety as she grabbed Kerry by the shoulders and shook. “Kerry, wake up. Wake up—wake up now. Wake Up.”
He stopped shaking and screaming though his eyes remained closed—but only for a second. They snapped open as he unleashed a long scream. After five seconds he began shaking and gasping for breath.
Annie continued holding him by the shoulder as she tried to get his attention. “Kerry—Kerry.”
He finally heard her voice and looked in her direction. “Annie—”
“Are you all right?”
He seemed almost on the verge of hyperventilating. “Annie . . .” He gulped, trying to regain control and focus. “I didn’t—”
“What is going on?” Annie sat on the edge of the sofa, continuing to hold Kerry’s shoulders. “I was in your dream—”
He nodded, his head twitching slightly. “I know.”
“I saw her.”
“Who is she?” Annie leaned closer. “Who is that girl?”
He began shaking all over. “I—”
“Kerry, what’s wrong?”
“I—” This time he began choking for air. “I—”
She started stroking his cheek. “Shush, shush: it’s okay.” Annie wrapped her arms around him and held him close. “Don’t tell me now; not now.”
Kerry hugged Annie as he rested his head upon her shoulder. “I’m sorry—” His breathing slowed as his panic subsided. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault, my love.” She closed her eyes as she hugged him tight. “Come on—” Annie stood and began gathering up the discarded comforter.
Kerry seemed confused. “What’s happening?”
“To the hospital.” She rolled up the comforter and tossed it into a corner of the sofa. “Deanna’s here, and I’m guessing Nurse Gretchen is as well.” She helped Kerry to his feet. “I have questions, and we need answers.” She lightly touched his chin as she smiled. “Whomever that was, she kicked me out of your dream—and I’m damned if I’m going to let that happen without at least understanding how and why . . .”
Annie gets tossed from Kerry’s dreamspace, and suddenly shit gets real. She’s gonna find ol’ Carrot Girl and . . .
Overly Attached Witchy Girlfriend is probably gonna end up tossing a few fireballs in someone’s direction, and that’s not gonna go well for them. So grab the popcorn–
It’s probably gonna get interesting from here on out.