THE HEART IS GOLD
Chapter Four
Celeste walked around town,
searching for Sam. They had been good friends for quite some time now. She
spotted him.
"Hello, there," she
softly spoke, smiling.
"Why, hello. I think I know
you. You do look kind of familiar…"
"Oh, stop it! You know me,
silly!" Celeste laughed and gave him a playful punch.
"Hey! Now, what do I look
like, a punching bag? I feel so mistreated…" He pretended to look as if he
were dwelling in deep misery.
"Oh, yes. A nice one,
perhaps." She gave him a mischievous smile.
"We’ll see!" He
playfully grabbed her and pretended that he was going to throw her into the
pond. "Into the pond you go!"
"Ah! No!" she screamed,
squirming to get out of his grip. He finally let go of her.
"Ha ha." He gave a
laugh.
She grinned. "Oh, stop it.
You know I am much too good for you." She pretended to be exasperated.
"Yes, I know. That is a very
true statement." He went along.
She grinned. "Oh,
really?" She gave him a sly look. Quietly, while he was not paying
attention, she went and hid behind a hay bale.
"Celeste? Where’d you
go?" he called, looking for her. He walked right past her hiding place,
not seeing her. Suddenly, she jumped out from behind it. "Boo!" she
yelled.
"Oh, my goodness!" he
yelled, toppling backward onto the grass, sending her down with him. They
laughed so hard their sides hurt. "Why…why did you do that?" he
stammered between laughs.
"Oh, just a little
trick." She laughed once more.
"Gosh. You gave me quite a
scare!" Suddenly, their eyes met. She blushed and quickly got up, avoiding
his gaze.
"Um…I…I had better be
getting back…" she stammered.
He looked slightly disappointed.
"Okay. Should I walk you home?"
"Um…thanks, but no…"
"Okay. Well, I’ll see you
next time, then."
She sadly walked home. She had
had to leave. She had just felt something different…something she had never
felt before. She quickly hurried home, dreading what was on the other side of
her door. She slipped inside and quietly headed up to her room. She thought
about Sam and how good he had been to her. He was indeed her best friend. She
picked up the skirt of her embroidered dress and headed up the stairwell. She
carefully and quietly made her way down the hallway to her room. She took a
deep breath and turned the doorknob…she was astonished. The room was very
clean. No one else was in it, strangely. Hmm…I wonder where everyone has
gone to? she thought to herself, but sighed with relief. No one to bother
her! She gratefully picked up a book and began reading it. Suddenly, she heard
footsteps down the hall, and her mother and John’s voices. She gasped, her
heart pounding. The doorknob slowly turned.
"Celeste Martha Callister!
Where have you been? You’ve been missing most of our meals for the past few
weeks," John’s angry voice sounded. She did not see her mother, and
figured she had gone to bed. She began to panic.
"Just for a walk, as I told
you," she answered, though that was partially a lie.
"A walk! I think it must be
more than that! I will find out where you are going! And you will be
sorry!" He came and struck her hard across the face. Tears flowed freely
down her cheeks. This was terrible!
"Now you will get what you
are worth!" he yelled.
She screamed loudly, awaiting the
worst. Oh, please, don’t let anything terrible happen now, she prayed.
She yelped in pain as he punched her very hard. She attempted to kick him, but
failed. He began continuously slapping her across the face. It hurt so badly.
She tried to free herself from his grasp, but he was too strong. He knocked her
down to the floor and held her down, beating her.
"No! Please!" she
cried.
"I told you, you will get
what you deserve!" he yelled.
Oh, why…why, why, why? Please
let me escape, she
prayed. She sobbed as he put her through this pain.
"Stop it!" she yelled
to the horrid man.
"No!" he answered, and
hit her harder.
Suddenly, the heavens opened, and
John was in just the right spot. She kneed him hard in his solar plexus and
then took off out the front door, leaving him bellowing in pain. She ran like
she had never run before. She had to get out of there--and now! She ran, on and
on, not really knowing where she was headed. She realized she had no idea where
she was at! She was frightened, and very sore from John beating her. She
sobbed, wishing that she could just find her way around. She suddenly felt
faint, and the next thing she knew, she toppled over backwards into the hard
street.
*****
She was running, running very
quickly. Suddenly, a bright figure appeared. "Trust me. You will be
rescued," the voice said, and then it suddenly disappeared, leaving her
there. She suddenly fell back into comforting arms. She nervously turned around
to see Sam there.
"Sam…" she whispered.
"Sam!" she happily exclaimed. He had protected her.
*****
"Shh, Celeste," a
soothing voice told her. Celeste slowly opened her eyes to find herself lying
in a bed in a room with white walls. Where was she? Before she had a chance to
ask, a nurse walked in.
"How is she?" the nurse
asked kindly.
"I don’t really know. Wait.
Look. She’s waking up!" he exclaimed. They looked over at Celeste.
Celeste stared up at them.
"W-what happened?" she stammered. And then she reached up to touch
her face. She felt pain. She suddenly knew. John. She had been running from him
after he had beaten her.
"You fainted last night in
the street. What happened, Celeste? And who gave you all these marks and
bruises?" Sam asked gently.
"John…he…he struck me…I
finally got a chance to break free, and I ran and ran. The next thing I knew, I
was toppling over, and that is all I remember…" She sighed with relief
that she had escaped, and Sam was there. He swept her up into a comforting hug.
"Oh, Celeste! That’s
terrible! How could he?" Sam asked, angry at John.
"I do not know…but please,
Sam. Please do not make me go back to him!" She began to sob. He held her
warmly.
"Shh…Celeste. Of course I
won’t make you go back to him. He’s horrible. He made you end up in the
hospital."
"So, that is where I am…you
found me, didn’t you?" She smiled.
"Yes. And I brought you here
as soon as I found you." Sam smiled warmly.
"Thank you. It means a
lot…" She sighed. She had no idea where to go after this.
"But where will I go after
this?" she asked.
"Look, Celeste, I have an
extra room in my flat you can stay in. I don’t mind," he offered, which
made her smile.
"Thank you very much."
He was kind to her. He seemed to have a great solution for everything.
"Well, I definitely feel
better now," she answered.
"That’s very good. I’ll
check with the nurse to see when you can leave." He went to go ask the
nurse, and quickly returned. "Anytime, as long as you have only bed rest
today."
"That’s really good,"
she answered happily.
"Sure is. Now, come on.
Let’s get a move on." He helped her out of the hospital bed, and she stood
painfully. "Hold onto me," he told her softly.
"All right," she said
back. With his help, they were soon out of the hospital.
"Do we need to get a ride or
anything?" he asked.
"Thank you, but I would
rather walk."
"Don’t expect me to leave
your side, then."
She laughed. "All right,
then. I won’t." They strolled along, enjoying the sunlit day. They soon
came to a nice-looking building. It looked clean.
"Well, here we are," he
told her softly, pointing to a room up the flight of stairs.
"All right." She turned
and followed him. He helped her to keep her balance as they climbed the stairs
leading to his flat. He opened the door for her and led her into a small but
tidy parlor. It held a comfy white couch with a table next to it. She looked
around at the cozy room. Just walking into it, she felt an atmosphere of love
and compassion. "It’s really nice."
"Thank you," was his
reply. "Now, let me show you to your room. It’s a bit small; but
hopefully, it will do. I really don’t want that John guy to find you and try to
hurt you."
She instantly felt touched by his
words. He really did care about her. He wanted to protect her. So, this is
it. He only wants to keep me safe and for me to have a warm place to stay, she
thought happily. "Thank you." A certain warmth stood in his eyes that
she had never really seen before. He led her into a small but cozy room,
decorated with a few pictures. In the corner stood a small bed with an elegant
red, gold, silver, and purple-checked quilt covering it. In the middle, it was
white, with flowers of just about every color of the rainbow. That was all the
room held. It seemed as if he must be a traveler, which was very pleasant.
"I like it."
"Thank you again. Just make
yourself at home. But remember--bed rest!"
"Oh, all right, then!"
She playfully slapped him.
"Bed rest." He pointed
to her bed. She sighed and went over to it. Quickly, she fell asleep.