Dylan Dixie Daniels was an instant headache.
At least she was to her cousin and longtime protector, Colt. It had only started recently but the feeling had grown ever larger under the weight of increasing incidents until instantly stepping into her presence caused a jabbing pain in his temples. The pain drowned out everything else. So Colt Daniels did what he always did when he didn't know how to deal with a situation. He had avoided her.
Avoiding Daniels girls wasn't easy. Not even for someone as experienced at the task as Colt. They could pop up at the most inconvenient times without notice. Eventually, the issues between them had to be dealt with. The air needed to be cleared. Maybe then the sound of her voice wouldn't start his head pounding.
The crunch of tires over gravel caused Colt to rise from the porch steps of his cabin to his feet. Molly too popped up, her tail thumping excitedly at the telltale sign of a guest. The same thing always crossed his mind any time Colt laid his eyes on the classic cherry red Impala that was now coming up his drive. It sure must be nice to be an only child.
Parking the car, Dylan sat in the drivers seat staring at Colt and Molly for a long moment before she finally opened the door to her car and stepped out. Bumping the door closed with her hip, she headed for the porch. When she got closer, she paused and rested her hands on her hips. She could sense the tension and knew something was up. Dylan hated confrontation and hated fighting with her cousins, so it was with great hesitation that she took the final few steps towards the porch.
"So, I'm on time and I even wore the right shoes."
Molly rushed forward for an enthusiastic greeting. Although, Colt and the dog had an eery connection, Molly never held the same grudges. Her entire body wiggled as she spun herself around Dylan's legs. Dylan was happy to let Molly steal her attention. It was easier to focus on the friendly dog then the icy greeting from Colt.
?Good. Let's walk." Colt replied gruffly.
With Dylan on his heels and Molly figure eighting a path between them, behind them, and in front of them depending on where the best smells led her, he cut a path out of the small clearing in which his cabin was situated. The dense forest with its tall old oaks and scraggly pines vying for light and its thick underbrush embraced them, quickly blocking view of the clearing so all that lay before them were woods and all that lay behind them were woods. Although, silence stretched between them, the forest was alive with noise. Birds called from one tree to the other. A breeze stirred the branches high above. A rabbit rustled in the underbrush. A brook swollen with recent rain gurgled its way down towards a larger tributary.
Dylan stuck her hands into the pockets of her shorts and carefully took in their surroundings, searching for landmarks. She wasn't as comfortable in the woods as her cousin was and it showed as she walked stiffly and wide eyed along. "Yer not gonna leave me out 'ere all alone like when we were kids, are ya?"
He should have canceled. That was the thought that crossed his mind as soon as she asked the question because even now his head was starting to ache. He felt raw after being cut from his semi-pro football team only hours earlier. He couldn't keep up his playing weight, not between workouts and training session in the mornings with Knights of St. Aldwin and OTAs with the Seaside Sharks in the afternoons. However, knowing it was coming hadn't made it sting any less. His brows furrowed squinting against the late afternoon sun. "I was never far away. You have to find your way home on your own sometimes."
"But, no. I've got no plans to leave you out here alone,? he huffed in reply.
"Everything doesn't have to be a life lesson you know? Lighten up some." That was huffed back at him. "What is going on between us? Its obvious somethin' is wrong an' I miss ya. J'es tell me why ya can't stand ta be 'round me anymore. I made things right with Ten. I really like her now. It ain't cause of that is it?"
Every word she spoke rattled inside his head. Someone had his brain trapped in a vise clamp and they were just spinning it tighter and tighter. Molly's trot slowed slightly and her head was lifted from the rough trail to Colt briefly as his pain was sensed. "Of course not. This is 'bout you. You've been actin' ridiculous. Half the time I ain't entirely sure there's a brain in your head."
It was gruffer than it should have been, gruffer than he had promised Austin and Ten it would be. However, he hadn't been expecting just how intense the pain would be.
"Yer real judgmental fer someone who aint't been 'round me." Pausing in her walk, she slid her hands from her pockets and crossed her arms over her chest defensively. "So what is this gonna be a hate on DeeDee walk? 'cause I can go back home an get plenty of that, I don't need it from you too, Colton." Biting on her bottom lip, she looked up to the tree tops trying to focus on a bird, anything but Colt and his hurtful words.
"I can't be 'round you! You're that annoyin'!"
Colt had lifted his voice in anger. It was such a rare moment in time that the woods seemed to hush in response. Molly sat down suddenly on her haunches between the pair of them, her loyalties divided. The anger had driven away the pain only for a moment. Colt slumped against the base of a thick tree, glad she had stopped because it allowed him to have the excuse as well. The heel of a hand rubbed his forehead firmly but it did nothing to negate the thrumming. Molly whimpered.
"Well I am the same me I always been. Maybe yer just actin' like too much of a big shot now. You actin' ashamed a me ain't a good look on you." Huffing, she took up a lean against a tree just opposite of him. Her lips pressed firmly together and her jaw began to twitch lightly as her frustration coursed through her. Lifting her hand she lightly began to tap her bottom lip with her finger, one two three, one two three. Over and over again she tapped her lip very focused and deliberately in sets of three.
The pain boiled up angrily. It blocked out his overactive sense of smell. No longer could he catch the scent of the small herd of deer that had passed several hours before nor the hint of Austin from when he'd dragged her back here to fish several days ago. No longer could he see energy traces bouncing around them. They had dried up and disappeared. The pain was drowning out his senses.
Angrily, he snapped at her again like a frightened, injured dog backed into a corner. "I am ashamed of you! You're actin' like a flighty airhead and I know there's more to you than that!"
"Yer bein' a real jerk, yanno that? You been hangin' around the twins too much er somethin'? " She was obviously hurt by his words and now she was frustrated because he had made her lose count. Fifteen sets of three. Had she left off on ten or eleven?
"Damn it, Colt." The curse was shot his way not for what he was saying but because now she would have to start over. Her finger went right back to work, she couldn't help it. The small motion helped calm her when she was upset.
Disoriented, confused, lost. Colt?s calloused fingertips dug into the bark of the tree, hoping to find some roots of his own. The pain made it so hard to think. Something was happening here but he couldn?t figure out what. No, this wasn?t a stress headache caused by Dylan?s behavior. This was something more. This was something... wrong.
Understanding dawned on him suddenly. It wasn?t the pain that was masking his senses and disorienting him. It was the other way around. Being cut off from his senses was causing him the pain. But the realization came too late to be any help. His world suddenly turned black, silence roared in his ears, and his unconscious body hit the floor of the forest.
At least she was to her cousin and longtime protector, Colt. It had only started recently but the feeling had grown ever larger under the weight of increasing incidents until instantly stepping into her presence caused a jabbing pain in his temples. The pain drowned out everything else. So Colt Daniels did what he always did when he didn't know how to deal with a situation. He had avoided her.
Avoiding Daniels girls wasn't easy. Not even for someone as experienced at the task as Colt. They could pop up at the most inconvenient times without notice. Eventually, the issues between them had to be dealt with. The air needed to be cleared. Maybe then the sound of her voice wouldn't start his head pounding.
The crunch of tires over gravel caused Colt to rise from the porch steps of his cabin to his feet. Molly too popped up, her tail thumping excitedly at the telltale sign of a guest. The same thing always crossed his mind any time Colt laid his eyes on the classic cherry red Impala that was now coming up his drive. It sure must be nice to be an only child.
Parking the car, Dylan sat in the drivers seat staring at Colt and Molly for a long moment before she finally opened the door to her car and stepped out. Bumping the door closed with her hip, she headed for the porch. When she got closer, she paused and rested her hands on her hips. She could sense the tension and knew something was up. Dylan hated confrontation and hated fighting with her cousins, so it was with great hesitation that she took the final few steps towards the porch.
"So, I'm on time and I even wore the right shoes."
Molly rushed forward for an enthusiastic greeting. Although, Colt and the dog had an eery connection, Molly never held the same grudges. Her entire body wiggled as she spun herself around Dylan's legs. Dylan was happy to let Molly steal her attention. It was easier to focus on the friendly dog then the icy greeting from Colt.
?Good. Let's walk." Colt replied gruffly.
With Dylan on his heels and Molly figure eighting a path between them, behind them, and in front of them depending on where the best smells led her, he cut a path out of the small clearing in which his cabin was situated. The dense forest with its tall old oaks and scraggly pines vying for light and its thick underbrush embraced them, quickly blocking view of the clearing so all that lay before them were woods and all that lay behind them were woods. Although, silence stretched between them, the forest was alive with noise. Birds called from one tree to the other. A breeze stirred the branches high above. A rabbit rustled in the underbrush. A brook swollen with recent rain gurgled its way down towards a larger tributary.
Dylan stuck her hands into the pockets of her shorts and carefully took in their surroundings, searching for landmarks. She wasn't as comfortable in the woods as her cousin was and it showed as she walked stiffly and wide eyed along. "Yer not gonna leave me out 'ere all alone like when we were kids, are ya?"
He should have canceled. That was the thought that crossed his mind as soon as she asked the question because even now his head was starting to ache. He felt raw after being cut from his semi-pro football team only hours earlier. He couldn't keep up his playing weight, not between workouts and training session in the mornings with Knights of St. Aldwin and OTAs with the Seaside Sharks in the afternoons. However, knowing it was coming hadn't made it sting any less. His brows furrowed squinting against the late afternoon sun. "I was never far away. You have to find your way home on your own sometimes."
"But, no. I've got no plans to leave you out here alone,? he huffed in reply.
"Everything doesn't have to be a life lesson you know? Lighten up some." That was huffed back at him. "What is going on between us? Its obvious somethin' is wrong an' I miss ya. J'es tell me why ya can't stand ta be 'round me anymore. I made things right with Ten. I really like her now. It ain't cause of that is it?"
Every word she spoke rattled inside his head. Someone had his brain trapped in a vise clamp and they were just spinning it tighter and tighter. Molly's trot slowed slightly and her head was lifted from the rough trail to Colt briefly as his pain was sensed. "Of course not. This is 'bout you. You've been actin' ridiculous. Half the time I ain't entirely sure there's a brain in your head."
It was gruffer than it should have been, gruffer than he had promised Austin and Ten it would be. However, he hadn't been expecting just how intense the pain would be.
"Yer real judgmental fer someone who aint't been 'round me." Pausing in her walk, she slid her hands from her pockets and crossed her arms over her chest defensively. "So what is this gonna be a hate on DeeDee walk? 'cause I can go back home an get plenty of that, I don't need it from you too, Colton." Biting on her bottom lip, she looked up to the tree tops trying to focus on a bird, anything but Colt and his hurtful words.
"I can't be 'round you! You're that annoyin'!"
Colt had lifted his voice in anger. It was such a rare moment in time that the woods seemed to hush in response. Molly sat down suddenly on her haunches between the pair of them, her loyalties divided. The anger had driven away the pain only for a moment. Colt slumped against the base of a thick tree, glad she had stopped because it allowed him to have the excuse as well. The heel of a hand rubbed his forehead firmly but it did nothing to negate the thrumming. Molly whimpered.
"Well I am the same me I always been. Maybe yer just actin' like too much of a big shot now. You actin' ashamed a me ain't a good look on you." Huffing, she took up a lean against a tree just opposite of him. Her lips pressed firmly together and her jaw began to twitch lightly as her frustration coursed through her. Lifting her hand she lightly began to tap her bottom lip with her finger, one two three, one two three. Over and over again she tapped her lip very focused and deliberately in sets of three.
The pain boiled up angrily. It blocked out his overactive sense of smell. No longer could he catch the scent of the small herd of deer that had passed several hours before nor the hint of Austin from when he'd dragged her back here to fish several days ago. No longer could he see energy traces bouncing around them. They had dried up and disappeared. The pain was drowning out his senses.
Angrily, he snapped at her again like a frightened, injured dog backed into a corner. "I am ashamed of you! You're actin' like a flighty airhead and I know there's more to you than that!"
"Yer bein' a real jerk, yanno that? You been hangin' around the twins too much er somethin'? " She was obviously hurt by his words and now she was frustrated because he had made her lose count. Fifteen sets of three. Had she left off on ten or eleven?
"Damn it, Colt." The curse was shot his way not for what he was saying but because now she would have to start over. Her finger went right back to work, she couldn't help it. The small motion helped calm her when she was upset.
Disoriented, confused, lost. Colt?s calloused fingertips dug into the bark of the tree, hoping to find some roots of his own. The pain made it so hard to think. Something was happening here but he couldn?t figure out what. No, this wasn?t a stress headache caused by Dylan?s behavior. This was something more. This was something... wrong.
Understanding dawned on him suddenly. It wasn?t the pain that was masking his senses and disorienting him. It was the other way around. Being cut off from his senses was causing him the pain. But the realization came too late to be any help. His world suddenly turned black, silence roared in his ears, and his unconscious body hit the floor of the forest.