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Chasing Truth: Chapter 16

Posted on 03/10/2014

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Mari snuck what felt like her fiftieth look at Tyler as he drove toward the Drake estate. He was subdued, his jaw set and eyes hard just as they’d been that night on the beach and then again with Sam. This time she had no clue what caused it and it unnerved her. He’d already been in his mood when he picked her up from work ten minutes ago. Unbidden, her father and Gage’s concerns about him came to mind.

“Tyler,” she probed gently.

“Yeah?” Short and terse.

She hesitated but pushed on. “Is everything okay?”

He blew out a sharp breath. “Yeah, honey. Everything’s good.”

She didn’t call him on the blatant lie. Obviously something was wrong, but she didn’t push him further. She couldn’t hide a sigh of relief when he pulled up in front of the guesthouse and turned off the truck. For a moment she’d worried he would leave. He stroked a hand over her hair before cupping her neck.

“Let’s get you inside.”

She gave him a weak smile and climbed out of the truck.

“Give me a minute to change and we can go down to the beach. Sound good?” she asked over her shoulder as she unlocked the door and pushed inside.

He nodded and dropped down on the bed, kicking his feet up as she pulled her bathing suit and a pair of shorts from her dresser. She paused in the door of the bathroom to look him over. He was relaxed in the bed, even smiled at her, but there was still something wrong. She smiled back and shut the door behind her.

She took her time stripping out of her clothes. Something was eating at Tyler and she wanted him to share that weight with her like he always encouraged her to do with him. She just wasn’t sure how to coax him into it. Usually he shared so easily.

As she dressed she remembered the night they talked about Sam and how he’d let her in when she teased him. A smile curved her lip as she tied the strings of her bikini top and settled on her strategy. She unholstered her gun to put away and swung the bathroom door open.

She stopped there in the threshold, a frown marring her features. Tyler moved fast, but not fast enough to hide the light of the laptop screen before it went black. She didn’t mind if he used her laptop, but that he tried to hide whatever he was doing immediately raised her suspicions. Her cell phone wasn’t where she left it either. He knew the passcodes, she was sure. They’d been together long enough and she never tried to hide them from him.

Raoul, Todd, and Gage’s words all echoed in her head. They all tried to warn her in their own ways. What would Tyler need with her computer and phone?

He looked up at her and smiled from the chair he relaxed in. She loved that crooked smile, the way his lips quirked up in lazy pleasure. She had a sinking feeling it wasn’t genuine and it wasn’t really for her. Whatever Tyler wanted, it wasn’t her.

“You ready to hit the beach?” he asked pushing up from the desk and coming toward her.

She forced a small smile and let him wrap his arms around her waist. She automatically slid her arms around his back return. It was natural, easy. Everything always was with him, maybe too much so. Why hadn’t she seen that when the others had?

Because she couldn’t imagine having anything he thought he had to seduce her to get.

“What is it?” he asked quietly.

His thumb caressed her lower back as she continued to turn the question over in her mind. Maybe he worked for another touring business looking to expand into Sakina. Something in her ached to believe otherwise, but she wouldn’t turn a blind eye to the red flags. He unsettled the three most important men in her life. She’d seen the hard glint in his eyes on more than one occasion. She knew the way she left her things. She wouldn’t live a lie, no matter how tempting that lie was. She sighed and cupped his face with her free hand as the other tightened on her gun just behind his back.

“Is there a reason you’ve been going through my things, Tyler? Uh uh. Please don’t move.”

“What makes you think I’ve been going through your things, sweetheart?”

“I don’t think. I know. You’ve got one minute to explain before I decide I don’t care and ask you to leave.”

They locked eyes in silence. She felt his abrupt turn moments before he tried it and drew back, instinctively raising the gun and aiming it at him as her heart began to race. For the first time since she met him, she feared Tyler Ross.

“Tyler, please don’t.”

How had it come to this? This was the man who held her in his arms at the end of a long night, teased her, made her laugh, and kissed her senseless. She adored this man. Yet, here they stood with her gun between them.

“You ever use that on a person before?”

“You want to find out how well I shoot at close range?”

They stared each other down until Tyler raked a hand over his hair. “Put the gun down, Mari.”

She wanted to. More than that, she wanted to start the whole night over. She wanted to spend an extra minute in the bathroom and miss the signs that said Tyler wanted something from her other than her company. She couldn’t. The only thing she could do, would do, was face this head on.

She wanted to chuck something at his head. He stood there looking like the same man who picked her up from work and greeted her with the sweetest kisses while simultaneously putting her on edge. What was going on?

“Why are you looking through my things? I won’t ask again.”

His eyes searched her face until he sighed and sat down on the bed.

“What I tell you can’t leave this room.”

“I’ll decide that. Start talking.”

“It doesn’t leave this room.”

There was the security face again. Whatever he was about to reveal she had a feeling it wasn’t as simple as a rival touring business conspiracy and she suddenly wished it were.

“The men on this island will tear you apart if Raoul or Gage don’t get to you first. I decide what leaves this room and what doesn’t. Now start talking.”

“Raoul Drake is not your father.”

“He’s the only father I acknowledge.”

“Your biological father is Blake Mason.”

She stilled. No one knew who her biological father was. It was a secret Miranda Drake kept from her and Raoul, ultimately taking it with her in death. There was no way Tyler could know the truth when they didn’t.

“And what makes you think that?”

“I don’t think. I know,’” he echoed her earlier words and stared her squarely in the eye. “And I know because I’m here to get access to him when he comes for you.”

 

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The Adamic Sleep

Posted on 03/01/2013

Ebi Komo (My Dad ;))

brothersjExcept something is wrong, falling asleep is inevitable and a good night of peaceful sleep is good for everybody. Those so gifted can sleep, dream and recollect what they dreamt with degree of clarity and in some cases able to attach reasonable importance/relevance and in some cases derive meaningful interpretations from their dreams. As with most things, some dream repeated and disjointed dreams of masquerades without faces or forms every time without the possibility of even a dream merchant to proffer a clue of what they dreamt. Yet there are some like Nebuchadnezzar who upon waking up from what they know was restless nights of sleep, they completely forget what the nightmare was all about and in milder cases some doubt whether they dream at all.

There is yet another kind of sleep, the induced type that is activated to paralyze the patient from interfering in a needed operation. There is also the sleep walking who never know they are sleeping but are active, some go to the extreme of cooking a whole meal and consuming it and then return to sleep to wake up to wonder who the visitor that attended their kitchen. The human mind is mysterious as well as it is mischievous; if mischief is visited at another, it is common but if the mind plays on itself, it is the beginning of trouble if it is not understood and if it escalates. If a patient suddenly goes to sleep without warning and find part of his body missing or altered when he awakes, the patient would be confuse if others do not tell him what really happened. In this case, it is the more you look the less you see.

The work of an artist is recognized by those who had taken the time to study other works of the artist to identify the signature within the work. Hence art enthusiasts are able to pinpoint the works of their favorite artists amongst others. The Bible said God created man and man was alone. The Creator who knew what man was supposed to be knew he was alone and he needed a human companion to cure him of his loneliness. To cure him of this loneliness, God put Adam to sleep and did the needed operation. Being the resourceful God that He is, and to create the needed affinity He took a part of Adam to form another being fairer with features far different. (Curiosity does not kill cats only; it is difficult to be inquisitive from afar). When Adam came to, he was confronted with what was missing and the woo that escaped his drowsy lips became the goal of his pursuit for completeness as well as companionship.

A few observation of this may be beneficial to parents as well as young adults. Adam was alone and he did not know what was missing. When Adam woke up from his sleep, he did not wake up to see giraffes and hippopotamuses but to one fine lovely baby that stole what he thought was his heart. No, she did not steal it, God took it and gave it to a girl, and no it was not his heart but just his ribs and yes, men do exaggerate pain and loss of all kinds!  Go ahead and blame Adam. Where you fall asleep is very important and it is important to have the guards in place while you are sleeping because you never know what turns up when you wake from sleep.

There we have sons and daughters in a place and they are fast growing up but the adage that ‘how you make your bed is how you sleep on it’ escapes us. There will be a nap time but the beds are not made so we lie down where ever sleep overtakes us and we wonder why the crimped necks and unholy gifts find when we wake up. We desire particular sons and daughters in laws but there is none in sight but we make no conscious efforts to send them to schools/places with remote possibility in the morning when they get up from their sleep, yet the parental pipe dreams continue.

I will not forget a particular school mate that said, although my parents could barely afford it and I hardly qualified to be admitted, they sent me to this school where I have the potential of meeting the man of my dreams. Both sexes dream but one group controls what they dream about and work towards it while the other group seems to hibernate in thoughtless bliss until a hammer hits them awake to realize a missing part that they go pursuing to recover and be complete. It is clear why men seem to be behind always in this game of catch up and why sleepy Adam needs lots of help.