Shadow-Land by Heather Parsons (spanish books to read .TXT) 📖

nothing but darkness covering her eyes. But feeling the arms of many different people grab her. She wanted to push them away, only wanting the ones she so desperately wanted.

"Is she okay? What happened to her? And who is she?" Travis stated very clearly. He didn't remember her and why would he?

"Ah come on you can't be serious. This is Sierra, your girlfriend." Dean said. Her eyes never closed but they wouldn't focus either. Only hearing their voices and trying to come to terms with what he said.

"My girlfriend? Sierra's my girlfriend?" He asked, sounding confused. She could hear Dean laughing.

"Ah yea! You two live together, remember." Dean said laughingly.

"I think your mistaken man. I live here and my girlfriend's name is Tanya." He said. His voice sounded uncertain but sure.

"Whatever you say, man. Do you mind telling us where you've been lately?" Carmen asked. Her tone had Sierra concerned. Was she upset?

"Um...In town." He was unsure of where he's been himself. At least that's what it sounded like to her. Then she remembered something important, something that Caedman said. Travis would be punished for falling in love with her. So his punishment was to lose every memory they had ever had together. He would forget about her altogether. Remembering this made her eyes clear up fast. Sitting up on the couch, starring at nothing at all. The wall she'd built up was slowly coming down.

"Um....I need to go to my room. Excuse me everyone." Sierra stood and ran for the stairs. The tears were coming again and she didn't want to have to explain why to anyone.

Before even making it there her tears were fell. Thankful that he's alive, she truly was but forgetting every moment they had shared was devastating. Thinking they would take him away from her and that in it's self would be hard but this, this is too much. How do she live with him not remembering anything? How do she go on being the only one to remember? And most of all, how does she keep herself from wanting to be close to him? She can't, she loves him too much.

Closing the door and slid down the side of it. She wanted more than anything to run into his arms and feel his touch again. Crying more now than she did when she thought he was dead.

Everyone was excited downstairs spending their own special time with him. They had all cried their tears of pain and sorrow and now were crying their tears of joy. Sierra sat upstairs, crying tears of pain, pain for losing everything once again. He might be downstairs and alive but he wasn't the same man as before.

Slowly but surely she picked herself off the ground and went into the bathroom. Seeing the shower reminded her again of her loss but she really needed one. She needed something to hide the pain I feel. The water was warm when I climbed in but like most things, it didn't stay that way for long. To many old memories came flooding back. Climbing out, she dried herself off, wrapping a towel around herself. Opening the bathroom door, she walked to the closet and picked out her clothes for the day.

The slim but comfortable jeans and white t-shirt, she grabbed a white sweater. Pulling everything on, she finished off with ugg boots. Ones that matched her white sweater. Grabbing the fur coat out of the closet, she finished drying her hair. Leaving it down to keep her neck warm and stepped out of the room. Really she needed time to herself and without anyone else around. Time to think about everything that's happened.

Taking the stairs more gracefully this time. Everyone else was still in the living room talking when she walked pass. "I'm not going far. I just have things to do." She said and kept walking into the kitchen. Grabbing for the phone and calling for her driver. Not wanting to take anyone away right now. They all looked so happy together when she felt nothing but pain. And being alone is truly what she wanted.

"Where are you headed?" The voice came from behind her. Turning around after hanging up the phone and seeing Travis standing there. Out of everyone to ask, why did he have to be the one. "Maybe I can take you there. Everyone says we have a lot to talk about." He smiled his devilish smile, tearing her up inside.

"Thanks but I've already called for a ride. Could you tell everyone I'm going home to take care of business." She said trying to match his smile but failing miserably. "I'm going to wait outside, see ya." Walking past him without touching made her start to loss control again. Her eyes were starting to water just with him in the same room.

"Hey wait up a minute." He called out just as she closed the door behind her. Why couldn't he see that being around him right now was hard for her? He's probably curious but good god he's killing her slowly.

Sitting on the cold wet steps waiting for the car to show. She prayed silently to herself that it would get here before Travis could make it outside. But the door opened again and he walked out. He sat down right next to her. Turning her eyes away, she hated herself for being rude but it hurt to look at him and see nothing. No feelings at all. The pain shot through her empty heart and her tears were never ending.

"Do you mind if I come with you? Everyone inside is acting weird." He chuckled to himself then became serious.

"No offense but I'd rather do this alone." Sierra whispered, sliding further down the step. The electricity flowing between them threatened to start her heart beating again. She couldn't risk going through that pain again.

"Well, maybe later then." He said and stood up. Before she had to chance to move out of his way he leaned over and kissed her softly on the cheek. She was literally gasping for air. Screaming on the inside for his touch.

Sierra thought about telling him he could come but he'd already closed the door behind him and her ride was here. Closing her eyes and standing up she walked down the steps. The kiss he'd planted on her cheek left it warm and alive. Something she hasn't felt in awhile and never thought she would again.

Climbing in the car was more difficult than she had imagined. Leaving Travis here to deal with everyone's questions seemed selfish to her but she had her own to ask and couldn't see doing that not now.

The driver was waiting patiently and after taking a deep breath, she climbed in. Her eyes starred out the window at the house that was slowly disappearing. Several times she almost asked the driver to turn around but didn't. After all this is what she really needed, time alone to deal with everything in her own way. Without the distractions. And Travis is differently a distraction.

There were no words spoken between the driver and Sierra. She had said everything there needed to be said on the phone when she called. Gradually though through sitting in silence her body started falling apart. Her heart that she had heard beat when she saw Travis standing in front of her was silent once again. Her life would never be the same knowing his feelings for her were no more.

Closing her eyes once again and pulling her legs up to her chest she cried. Silent tears fell down her cheeks as she saw her life without her love. No longer could she look to him for support when she needed it. Would he even remember the time he found her when Charles and Joyce died? Or when she found Simon? Or did they erase that too. Being alone with these kinds of memories can never be a good thing. One person should never have to go through everything she have been through in a lifetime. It isn't fair.

"Miss Michael, we're here. The lawyers should be here shortly." The driver said before opening his door and climbing out. She opened her eyes and saw her house standing in front of her. Taking a deep breath, she scooted over to exit the vehicle. "I can stay here if you'd like, Miss." Sierra figured he'd said this because of the look on her face. One of pure terror.

"I'll call you when I need to be picked up. There's no need to wait, I'll be fine." She said to reassured him and herself. Stepping away from the car, she waited until he'd left before taking a step towards it to enter the house.

This is something she doesn't want to do alone. Be in this empty house with all her memories. But she's here now and there's no reason to call someone else. She didn't want to have to explain why she's so scared of her own house.

Walking up to the door she placed her hand on the knob. The coolness from it sent shivers down her spine. Along with the shivers, her body started to shake uncontrollably. Fear shot straight through her and after trying so hard to stop it, she fell. On the porch, curling up was the only thing she could think of to do to protect herself. Even though she knew first hand what happened inside and who did it, this house has always made her feel scared. Reliving the nightmare every night and then coming here to this house. How does someone get past this? How does she move on? Walking inside and seeing it all over again was her biggest fear. How many times does she have to relive this nightmare? How many times is she going to do this to herself?

The morning was slowly turning into afternoon and still she hadn't moved herself off the porch. Her body still shaking uncontrollably but not only from fear from the cold as well. Opening her eyes slowly she saw the snow falling gently on the ground. It was peaceful in it's own kind of way. And with that she found the strength to pick herself up. Standing up now, she looked down at herself then back at the house. Sucking up the fear she had and trying again to enter the house. The knob turned softly and the door opened with grace. What she did see inside was that everything was still in it's place, right where it should be. The warmth hit her first as she stepped inside. Closing the door she stood there and watched.