Chapter 45: the kahuna II

JANE...

Peace in definition can be seen as tranquility in its utmost. I could hear birds singing and maybe the weather had been playing a harmonica in tune as well. Fairytales were a myth but I happened to find the verity of it in a place that resembled nothing like reality. Just as sudden as the feeling of freedom encompassed me, I saw his face, lethal and deadly like always. He was staring into my soul and similar to every other time it happened, there was no place to hide from his hunting eyes —I would never be free from Shugaba's bondage.

The surrealism shut out and I remembered the darkness but slowly, as my lids parted, light came through to dispel the fearsome imaginings. I bolted upright, swallowing the jolt of pain that came in line with my movements —now sitting on the partial comfort of a flattened layer of foam. Everything was unfamiliar seeing as the last thing I recalled was the chaos and afterwards, those warm brown eyes that awarded me gentle looks but then again,