Imagine by Christiane Shoenhair, Liam McEvilly Page A

going to sleep in the same bed with you, I’m not doing that, and you cannot make me.”
    Keagan’s face splits into a grin “You think I’m trying to get into your pants, don’t you? Well let me just tell you, you are completely wrong. I am definitely not interested in you lik e that. You are a Young Creator and I am your Guardian, it is my job to make sure that you are protected, or you don’t do anything stupid. Therefore, you and I will be tied together with this.” He shows me a contraption that looks like handcuffs, but a lot more comfortable. They are made of some sort of soft material but still look strong enough to stay in place.
    I am completely mortified. He doesn’t like me; I guess he just cleared that up for me. Why does he have to affect me like this? I should hate him, but for some strange reason I still like him and I am still disappointed that he doesn’t feel the same.  
    I am not comfortable spending the night in the same bed as him, but at this point I’m just done with everything. I’m far too tired to fight anymore.
    I give him my hand and he places the cuff on my wrist, clicking it into place. He then fastens the matching one on his arm.
    I don’t even care that I’m dirty and still in the same clothes that I’ve worn for the last few days. I turn t owards the bed and drag Keagan with me. I fall into the bed. Before Keagan blows the candle out I see him unlocking his end of the cuffs and taking his shirt off. I quickly turn away.
    I hear a soft chuckle and then feel the bed dip beside me before I hear the ‘click’ of his side of the cuffs as he puts them back on. I scoot as far away from him as I can with the handcuffs, we just lay in silence. It feels like forever b efore I hear his breathing become slow and steady.
    I re lax and let sleep consume me, finally.
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
    XI
    imagine enjoying doing dishes
     
    I wake up to a ray of sunlight shining directly onto my face and all I want to do is go back to sleep. I dig deeper into the warm comforter and relax. As I begin to drift back to sleep I hear a noise, one that sounds like a soft snore, coming from next to me in the bed, it reminds me that I am not alone. I am now wide awake. I used to enjoy lying in bed when I first wake up; daydreaming, but now, instead of the wonderful daydreams, the events of the last couple of days are replayed in my mind.
    I remember how I managed to move the room around to stop the dogfight, I remember being kidnapped and drugged, meeting Brother Lorrus ; who told me about my heritage, meeting Helen and Marcus and finally, my current predicament; waking up next to Keagan, my Guardian.
    My back faces his side of the bed, the soft snoring that stopped me falling back to sleep was coming from him. I slowly turn to my other side to look at him , only to discover that where Keagan had lay last night is now just crumpled sheets and a pillow. I am no longer chained to Keagan, but instead to the headboard of the bed. I sit up slowly and look around the small sectioned of bed area to find him; he must be nearby as the snoring is pretty loud. I need him to unlock my handcuffs, the bathroom quite badly. “Keagan?” I call loudly.
    I hear rustling as Keagan steps through the curtain that separates the sleeping area from the rest of our living quarters. He is rubbing his eyes and stretching.
    “Where did you go? I was really worried when I woke up and you weren’t there, you just left me.” I accuse him.
    “So you’re saying that you missed me? You wanted to wake up next to me?” He says with a wink.
    “I never said that I missed you at all! I need the bathroom and cannot move from the bed” I say as I rattle my shackles.
    He reaches into the top of his t-shirt and takes a long gol den chain from around his neck. Attached to the chain is a small key. He deliberately takes his time unlocking the handcuffs to torment me.
    “Please hurry up! ” I plead.
    The very second he clicks the