Chapter Seven…

Chapter Seven: Nick’s Isle–Part III. A storm is brewing on the island… soon, volatile emotions will churn as well, creating a cyclone in and of itself.

After lingering at the beach, Nick dashed to the shelter.

A bolt of lightning struck behind him.

“Lila!” he shouted.

Seconds later, rain sprinkled as another cluster of lightning invaded the sky. Eerie calm swept over the island like a plague. The real tempest would soon follow.

Nick tackled Lila from behind, shoving her to the ground.

“Nick!” she screamed. “What are you doing?” She scrambled around to face him, lying on her back.

“There’s a typhoon coming,” he panted. She looked over his shoulder to the sky.

Wind rustled through the palm trees. The sky lit up with thunder.

“A typhoon? How–how do you know it just isn’t a thunderstorm?” she asked.

“Because I do. I’ve been hundreds of places just like this, and I’ve seen it before.”

Brutal wind rushed through their shelter, and rain shot like bullets onto their skin.

In spite of her bravery trait, Lila began to cry.

“Oh, don’t cry. We’ll be okay,” he said, his voice shaking. He grimaced.

“It hurts. The rain hurts,” she cried.

“I know, but it’ll be over soon.”

Objects darted from their spots and the wind carried them across the island. A few small items slammed onto Nick’s backside. Lila could tell from the look on his face that he was struggling not to cry out in pain. She almost felt sorry for him.

The wind roared in Lila’s ears, a deafening noise that made her eardrums throb. The pain was almost unbearable, but she stopped crying. She began to bite her lip while squeezing her eyes shut, covering her ears with her hands.

It seemed like hours later, when the storm finally died down. The pain was gone from her ears, and she felt the tear stains on her face.

“Nick,” Lila said, “I think it’s over.”

“Are you sure?” he breathed, still hunched over her.

“Yeah. You don’t have to protect me anymore.” Her words came out a little harsh. Regardless, she slipped out from underneath Nick.

Did the storm really last that long?!  Dawn erupted over the tropical landscape. She briefly watched as the sun rose.

“Uh, thank you for protecting me from the storm,” Lila mumbled as she walked away.

“You’re welcome.”

Shelter objects were strewn across the land, and Nick helped Lila retrieve their belongings. Thankfully, most of their stuff wasn’t destroyed.

At one point during the clean-up, Lila noticed that their plant had grown a little. Soon, there would be more food; although obviously not much. She nudged uncomfortable thoughts (of starvation) from her mind.

In fact, she and Nick hadn’t had a bite to eat since the plane ride a few days ago. After the first day, they had grown accustomed to the hunger… sort of. For the past couple days, however, Nick had practiced trying to catch fish from the ocean.

The night was chilly, and Lila decided to wear her jacket again. Meanwhile, Nick’s ‘fishing’ efforts paid off and they had fish to eat. Beyond ravenous, Lila still ate long after Nick had finished. She tore off another piece and dipped it into the fire.

At times Lila looked up at Nick, catching him staring at her. Her stomach tied itself into a tiny knot; but why she felt unnerved, she wasn’t sure.

“Lila, we need to talk,” he said.

“No we don’t,” she snapped, not knowing where all her hostility was coming from. Even though Nick was an a**, he’d done so much for her since arriving at the island, especially when he saved her life from that typhoon.

Well, maybe not quite that far…

She took another bite of fish. Chewing, ruminating over whether she owed Nick anything.

“Okay. We’ll talk sometime tomorrow,” she muttered. “I’m getting sleepy now.”

Nick nodded. A gleam of happiness shone in his eyes and on his face.

The next morning, Lila awoke to a crab biting her rear end. She jumped up and flung the beast toward the sea. It was then that she noticed Nick…

completely naked as he cleaned himself near the ocean. Although Lila couldn’t see well, she could see well enough.

She could not believe her eyes; and then he turned around.

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Finally, words of disgust flew from her mouth.

“Nick!” she screamed. “I liked you better pixelated! Get your **** clothes on right now!”

“My God,” she muttered, looking up and away from him. “******* pervert.”

You can take that discussion you wanted to have and shove it, she thought, turning around and storming off. However, a sudden inkling slid into her mind: is the island getting a bit warmer?

 

Later that day, Lila stared at the mysterious plant; full and robust. She marveled over how much it had thrived, for only days before, the once-tiny seed had been a mere speck in her palm. She knelt down and pulled out a few stray weeds.

Afterward, she found Nick sitting on the ground. He saw her and called her over.

“There’s nothing for us to talk about,” she barked.

“And I can’t believe you wandered around naked this morning!” she added.

“Lila, I was dirty. I had to clean myself a little bit. Is that so bad?” he said. “I have a right to do that, don’t I?”

“Well, I guess.”

“Then sit down. I want to talk.”

“You still didn’t have to turn around and show me everything you had,” she muttered.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m sorry about everything I’ve ever done to you,” he replied.

For the first time in a while, Lila became speechless.

“I’m sorry about pestering you as a child! I’m sorry about training you too roughly! I’m sorry about wanting to take you to that convention, and now we’re stuck on this island because of me! I’m sorry so many people died on that flight, and I… I’m sorry about you seeing me naked.”

After a minute of silence, Lila spoke.

“That’s… okay. I guess we could, maybe, start over.”

“Really?” he asked. She nodded; maybe with a little hesitance.

“I can’t stop thinking about all those people on that flight,” he said.

“But you can’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault, it’s just something that happened. Same with us being stuck on this stupid island, this isn’t your fault either.” She couldn’t believe what she’d just said. My God, I’m actually trying to make HIM feel better?? Then again, it’s time to start over, remember Lila… the past is the past. Leave it where it belongs.

“I appreciate that, Lila. You know, I’m not trying to make excuses for my behavior as a kid, but I always had problems with my dad. He treated me pretty bad. Like, he forced me into playing sports, trained me hard, constantly riding me to succeed. It was because of him that I got into football in the first place. I guess I actually have him to thank for that, and shouldn’t complain.”

“Nobody’s parents are perfect, Nick. But I don’t blame you for complaining. Sounds like your dad was a real control freak,” she said. “My dad left me when I was a few months old. I never saw him.”

“Sorry, Lila. I couldn’t imagine that. I guess I’m lucky to have had a father. But anyway, I try not to be that kind of father to my son, but sometimes it just doesn’t work. Seems like I’m always finding myself picking on Travis.”

“Apparently my wife thinks so too, because she filed for divorce right before we left,” he blurted.

“Auna filed for divorce?”

“Yes,” he mumbled.

“But why?”

“I don’t know; maybe you should ask her.” He chuckled. It was a laugh that seemed to say: if I don’t laugh, I might cry.

“Jeez, Nick. I’m really sorry.”

“I’ll live. I lived through a plane crash, didn’t I? I can live through this as well.”

“Yeah,” she said, half-smiling. Her compassion for him reached new heights, heights she never dreamt of. But another thought dawned on her, and she had to ask Nick if it were true.

“Auna told me that you screw around on her with the girls you train.”

“She told you that?! The hell I do! Did she also tell you about her little drug habit?!”

“What?”

“Yeah! I should be the one divorcing her!” he shouted.

“Uh, this is really none of my business. I shouldn’t be discussing this with you. I’m sorry I brought it up.”

“No, no. I’m sorry,” he muttered looking down.

Their conversation died down. Lila stood and strolled toward the beach. Nick followed.

“When do you think they’ll come to get us?” Lila asked, but fearing his answer.

“I don’t know.”

Only one evening later, the flourishing plant grew tenfold. Ironically, its growth seemed to draw parallels to Lila’s relationship with Nick.

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Chapter Eight coming soon. Will Lila and Nick’s relationship continue to grow by leaps and bounds? And when will it reach that crucial point? (you know what I mean). Also, do they have a chance at being rescued? Ever??

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2 Responses to “Chapter Seven…”

  1. I love your staging! It’s so good.

  2. Thanks Rad! I try, lol. 🙂 And if you didn’t get my other reply yet, here’s the link to chap one: https://jenssims.wordpress.com/2010/05/06/chapter-1-bad-childhood-memories/

    sorry if I’ve replied too late!

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