Chains' Redemption by Carol Dawn

Author:Carol Dawn [Dawn, Carol]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-03T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Chains

Night has fallen and the melted snow is starting to freeze over. I offered to carry Arabella to the truck, but she flat out refused and stubbornly walked herself using my arm as a guide.

We arrive at the clubhouse thirty minutes later. I drove as slow as I could without it being weird. I have two very precious and important lives in my truck. No way am I chancing an accident.

I cover Sophia’s car seat with her blanket before removing her from the car. Then I go to Arabella’s door and open it.

“I know what you’re going to say, but I’m going to ask it anyway. Do you want me to carry you inside? The ground is frozen and slippery.”

“No, thank you,” she says with a small smile. “If you don’t mind helping me again, I would like to walk myself.”

“Stubborn woman,” I mutter.

“Not stubborn. I just want to learn how to live in my new existence. There’s no telling how long I’ll be blind, or if I’ll ever get any vision back at all. Might as well start learning now.”

I know she’s right, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to throw her over my shoulder and do all the work for her.

“At least let me help you down,” I say.

“Oh, alright.”

I help her out of the truck and tuck her hand into the crook of my arm.

“Sophia’s a heavy sleeper,” I tell her.

“Yeah, I guess so,” she says as we start making our way to the clubhouse. “You’ve actually known her longer than me.”

“Technically, yeah,” I say. “but you’ll always know her on a deeper level than anyone else.”

“Mmm,” she mumbles.

“Do you think of her differently now?” She asks. “Since you know how she was conceived.”

“Never,” I answer truthfully. “Not a glimpse of anything but perfection. Just like her mommy.”

“Whatever you say, Blake.” She says. “What does the clubhouse look like? Because I’m picturing this giant wooden shack up in a tree somewhere.”

“Nice change of subject,” I say. Which causes her to giggle. “And, your imagination is interesting, but I guess I can understand why that’s what you see when you hear the word, clubhouse. No, it’s not in a tree. We used to have this old barn type of building before some fucker burned it down, though.”

“Oh no! Is everyone okay?”

“No,” I say, thinking of Princess. “No one got seriously hurt in the fire, but we did lose a member of our family that night.”

“I’m so sorry,” she says as we slowly move toward the door.

“Yeah, me too.” I stay silent for a moment trying to push back the horrible memories of that day.

“This one is made of refractory materials,” I finally say as I open the door and lead us inside. “It’s heat resistant. We aren’t taking any chances. The outside of the building reminds me of a car wash. It’s long and white but doesn’t seem very wide. It’s also two stories tall. The inside is much different.”

We walk inside the room where everyone is waiting.

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