Waking Dreams (A Soul's Mark Novella) (11 page)

Angelle let out a little squeal and Amelia
snapped her eyes up.  “That’s wonderful,” she said, clapping her hands and
doing a little hop.  “I need a shopping trip and I’ve always wanted a little
sister to dress up.”  She scooped up Amelia’s backpack, “Are you coming?”

Little sister?
Amelia wondered.  She watched Angelle for just a second before she
returned the smile and nodded shyly.  Angelle seemed so excited.  That was a
good thing, right?  But even if it was good it seemed… odd… and it made her
feel crazy with a whole lot of uncertainty.

Angelle put a secure arm around Amelia’s
shoulders and steered her towards the parking lot.

Angelle had a black Hummer.  In the car,
all Amelia could do was gawk at her new roommate.  There was something almost
hypnotic about the girl.  It was as if Amelia couldn’t help but be drawn into
her beauty.  Her skin, pale and milky, seemed to glow with perfection.  Her
shiny hair cascading down her shoulders looked so soft, like silk.

Entranced, Amelia wanted to reach out and
touch it.  She could see her hand reaching out but somehow, with great
restraint, she stopped herself.  Instead, she forced her eyes away, looking out
the window and tried to listen to what Angelle was saying. 
She was saying
something important, something about books?

“You don’t mind, do you?” Angelle asked.

Amelia racked her brain, trying to piece
together the few words that popped out to her, but she was just drawing a
blank. 
Something about books, that was it.
  That was all she could
figure out.

She realized they were stopped at a red
light when Angelle snapped her fingers in front of Amelia’s eyes.  “Earth to
Amelia!  Gosh, have you been listening to anything I just said?”

Amelia flushed, frustrated and
embarrassed.  She really hoped that Angelle did not know she had missed the
whole conversation because she had been marveling at her hair.  God, she really
hoped not.  “Sorry.”

When the light turned green, Angelle made a
left onto a street filled with cute little cafes and overly expensive looking
boutiques. Everything looked clean, almost too clean.  There was no garbage
floating around, the grassy areas lining the sidewalk were manicured to
perfection, even the small trees were trimmed and pruned.

“No need to be sorry.  How long were you on
that horrid bus anyways?”

“Ten hours,” Amelia groaned.

Angelle gave her a sideways look.  “Wow,
that’s nuts.  Anyways, I was saying that I picked up your textbooks and
computer so at least you won’t have to worry about that.  It’s all part of your
scholarship.  I know I should have waited for you but I kinda have a teeny,
tiny shopping problem.”  She rambled on so fast and with such a high, cheery
energy, that Amelia struggled to follow it all.  “I just couldn’t resist the
chance to spend some money,” she giggled.

Angelle made a quick right, heading away
from the beautiful area.  “Okay, I’m completely lost.  Why did you buy my books
and computer?  How do you even know what I need?”

“It’s my job to know,” Angelle replied,
waving a dismissive hand.  “Didn’t the school tell you anything?  They should
have mailed you all the information last month.  Oh, and speaking of the
school, there it is.”  She pointed off to the right, but Amelia barely noticed
the large buildings.

She was just so confused. “Um, I didn’t get
anything in the mail,” Amelia stammered.  “Just a phone call telling me that
I’d won a scholarship.  All they told me was that it included tuition, housing
and a basic living allowance.  Then there was an email a couple days ago with
the bus details.”

Amelia felt a rush of pure adrenaline and
her heart rate picked up, pounding loudly in her ears. 
Oh God
, she
panicked. 
Why am I telling her all this?  And why does she already know so
much?
  She had so desperately wanted to keep everything quiet.  No one
needed to know about her past or that she was poor.  All she wanted was to just
move on, start a new life, be… happy.

“Seriously?” Angelle said.  “That’s all
they told you?  That’s ridiculous.  I’m going to have to have a little chat
with the administration office about that.  Oh well, it will all just be a big
surprise then.  That’s even better.”

Amelia wanted to grill her with questions
but suddenly, Angelle was making another right and pulling the car up to a
gate.  She rolled down her window and smiled at a portly, balding guard in full
uniform.  “Good afternoon, Ms. O’Conner,” he said with an easy smile.

“Hi, Joe,” Angelle said, smiling at him,
and then she gestured towards Amelia.  “This is Amelia, she’s moving in with us
today.  I’ll come by tomorrow with a picture you can post until everyone gets
to know her.”

Amelia gave Joe an awkward wave and said,
“Hi.”  An uneasy feeling grew in the pit of her stomach as she realized this
was her street.  The school had told her she would be staying on Bankdale
Ridge, a gated complex, but she had assumed that meant a new housing
development, like the ones that seemed to be popping up everywhere with the
little stone fences that surrounded a dozen or so normal houses.  She had never
imagined it was a gated complex, the kind with security guards and an actual
gate.

“Nice to meet you Amelia,” Joe said, nodding
towards her.  He had a nice voice, Amelia thought.  Not quite deep but not
high—a comforting kind of timbre.

“Have Eric and Luke been in yet?”  Angelle
asked, as the big iron gate clanked open.

Joe’s smile widened.  “Mr. Carter came in
about twenty minutes ago,” he chuckled.  “He was looking unusually green
today.”

“Green?” Angelle questioned, as she raised
a perfectly plucked eyebrow.

“Oh you’ll see.  Trust me, it’s hard to
miss,” he replied, shaking his head and laughing.  “You ladies have a nice
day.”

“Thanks Joe.  You, too.”  Angelle rolled up
her window and thrust the car forward through the gate, climbing up the hilly
street.  Trees lined either side, immaculately groomed, and Amelia could just
barely see the tops of the houses past them.  Obviously, people here really
liked their privacy.

As soon as they were clear of the gate,
Amelia said, “Sorry if I sound really stupid but…” she paused and took a deep,
calming breath, “What do you mean it’s your job to know?  Aren’t you a
student?”

“Don’t be silly.  You don’t sound stupid at
all.  That’s actually a very good question.  None of us are in school.  We all
work for Mr. Lang managing different parts of his businesses.  I manage the
Dreams Come True Scholarship that you won.  Out of all the applications, you
definitely deserve this more than anyone I have ever seen.  I just can’t even
begin to imagine what it must have been like for you after your parents passed
away, and to be there when it happened, to see them murdered.” Angelle made a
sad tsk sound and then a long sigh.

Tiny beads of sweat popped up on Amelia’s
forehead and a sudden flash of her parents ripped through her mind.  Her mouth
opened, and then closed, not sure of what to say.  So many thoughts swirled
through her brain. 
No one was supposed to know. 
She didn’t want the
sad looks and the comfort any more.  All she wanted was to move on.  Amelia
swallowed hard, trying to loosen the orange-sized lump that was lodged in her
throat.  She wiped at her sweaty forehead, turned to Angelle, and said in a
small voice, “You know about my parents and the foster homes?”

“I know everything, honey,” Angelle replied
warily, glancing over quickly, eyes red and glassy with unshed tears.  She
reached over, giving Amelia’s knee a little reassuring pat.

Amelia leaned against the cool window,
exhausted and unhappy and tried to get her head together.  It was all
happening.  Everything she had wanted to hide from.  Everything she had wanted
to leave behind.  Was she ever going to be able to move on?  A thick, tense
silence fell over the car, giving an ominous feeling, as if a storm was
brewing, rolling in and surrounding her with darkened clouds.

“But things are going to change for you
now,” Angelle continued, breaking the silence and sending Amelia a dazzling
smile.  “We’re so excited to have you staying with us.  You really are
something special.  How in the world did you manage to get such good grades and
stay so focused?”

Amelia didn’t want to talk.  She just
wanted to sit there, silent and miserable.  But she also didn’t want to be
rude.  She knew that would just make it all a whole lot worse, so she took a
couple of deep breaths and said, “I guess I just really love to learn.  Well,
that and running.  They’re sorta my… escape.”  She looked at Angelle for a
prolonged second, and then asked hesitantly, “Um, how many people live at the
house?”

“There’s Eric and Luke.  You’ll meet them
today.  They handle all the businesses Mr. Lang owns here in town.  There’s
also Lola and sometimes Mr. Lang.  They both should be back in a few weeks. 
I’m sure you’ll just love them.  You’re going to fit in wonderfully.  I just
know it.”

“Wait a minute,” Amelia said, a panicked
knot wrenching tighter in her stomach.  “You guys all live with your boss and
he’s moving me into his own house?  That’s crazy.  Why would he do that?”

“Hmmm.  I guess that does sound a bit
strange.”  Angelle paused, bringing a pink polished fingernail to her lips and
then gave Amelia a thoughtful glance before turning her eyes back to the road. 
“I never really thought about it before.  The five of us grew up together here
in Willowberg so when we started working together it just made sense to all be
in the same place and since it’s where it all started we made it the base of
operations.  But really, he isn’t around that much anymore.  He stops by every
few months for a quick visit and then he’s off again.  For you though, it’s all
part of the Dreams Come True experience.  You’ll understand when you see the
place.”  Angelle turned off the street onto a hidden driveway lined on both
sides by weeping willows swaying gently in the breeze.  “We’re here!” she
announced.

When they passed through the trees Amelia’s
jaw actually dropped.  The house was not so much a house as a mansion, but it
reminded her more of a castle from one of those childhood fairy tales her mom
used to read her.  It was all arches, turrets and balconies, with a brown tiled
roof and gray stone walls.  And it exuded a magical elegance.

Amelia blinked a few times, licked her lips
and swallowed the nerves that were jumping around like grasshoppers.  “You
can’t be serious,” she blurted out, awe-struck.

“Pretty amazing, right?” Angelle chirped with
a sparkle in her eyes.  She maneuvered the big SUV around the west side of the
house and into a motor court with large carports on both sides and parked in
between a green Corvette and a mud-caked Jeep.

“That’s the understatement of the year,”
Amelia mumbled under her breath.

Angelle turned off the car and hopped out. 
When Amelia didn’t move, she peeked her head back in.  “Are you coming in or
did you just want to stay in the garage?”

Still gaping, Amelia struggled to unbuckle
her seat belt, which took a few tries and when it finally clicked open, she
snagged her backpack and got out.

Amelia’s legs felt like rubber as she
walked back out to the motor court where Angelle was waiting, looking like a
glossy magazine photo in her low-riding jeans and white empire-cut long-sleeved
top.  She looked completely in her element standing in the expansive court.

“What do you…?” Angelle started, but was
cut off abruptly by the sound of a shrill scream coming from the house.  There
was a clattering of pots and pans crashing onto the floor.

Angelle stiffened, and her light bubbly
smile vanished.  She whirled around quickly and gracefully, which Amelia would
have thought was impossible in her six inch stiletto heels, and she moved in
front of Amelia, taking on a protective stance, as if blocking her from some
unseen danger that was about to drop.

The shrill screaming continued,
relentlessly, like a banshee, and it cut through Amelia like a knife, chilling
her to the bone.  There was another voice, a man’s voice, hollering from inside
the house.  Amelia couldn’t make out what he was saying, but the tone
definitely wasn’t good.  Then another clatter pierced the air, like glass
breaking into a million sharp-edged shards.