Significance (Significance #1)(59)

Oh, God help me. His mind was pure evil coated with malice. I shook myself and peeked out the closet. I fell out of it really because I was hurting so much. I breathed through it and managed to wiggle my jeans back on but threw the vampire shirt under the bed, just in case. I looked around for shoes but once again, found nothing.
I took a few more big gulps of water from the jug and then tried to reach Caleb. I called out to him in my mind. I didn’t get him but I got flashes and glimpses, like before. That’s when I realized I was doing it wrong. I shouldn’t be trying to tune myself into Caleb like I had before, connecting us. I should try to read his mind, one way, like I had everyone else. That’s what I could do now. So I did and I immediately heard him. He was talking to his father.
“I don’t know, Dad. Only about ten minutes ago, but it’s real. Let’s go. Now,” Caleb said vehemently.
“I know, son, and we will, but we have to get everyone together. We can’t just run half-cocked into the Watson complex. We need numbers.”
“I know,” Caleb sighed and banged his fist on the wall, leaving a mark in the plaster. “I can feel her, Dad, and she’s terrified of something. What if someone is hurting her right now?”
“You’d feel that. As soon as her heartbeat returned to you, so did your ability to tune into her body. If she’s in pain, you’ll feel it now. We’ll get her back. I promise you that.”
I saw Peter walk toward Caleb, though it looked like he was walking towards me and hugged him. Caleb sighed harshly and patted his father’s back roughly.
“We’ll find her,” Peter promised.
“Ok. Let’s get things rolling. I’m dying here, Dad. I’m not gonna be cool much longer if we don’t go soon.”
“They’re already on the way here. Go sit and wait-”
“I can’t!” he growled. “I can’t just sit here and wait! I’ve got to do something. It hurts so bad...and I can feel her in me. She’s hurting and... It’s too much. It’s-” He gasped and growled and kicked a chair that slammed into the desk across the room. “If they hurt Maggie, I’ll kill them. I swear to-” 
“I know.” Peter grabbed Caleb around his shoulders. “I know, but you aren’t going to help Maggie by losing it. We will get her back.”
I pulled away from Caleb’s mind. It was too painful to see him losing it like that. I had no idea how long it would take them to get here to the Watson compound and I knew they were already out looking for me. Should I stay here in the cabin or try to get to a road? I could open my mind, like I did before and then I could hear the thoughts of those near me and hide. It would work.
I peeked out the door slowly and cleared my mind, opened it wide and listened. I didn’t hear anything so I inched my way down the porch, trying to not trip on my aching legs, and winced when my feet hit the gravel. I held the porch rail in one hand and lifted one foot to see a bloody mess on the sole. Great.
I started towards the woods again. The opposite way I had come before. It was so different during the day. I could see how thick and full the woods were which made me feel some better about being able to elude the Watsons.
I walked for a couple hours, hobbling, holding my stomach as it ached and burned. I had to stop a couple times to breath and try to talk myself into going forward. I just wanted to find the nearest rock and crawl under it. I had no idea how long it had been but I was thirsty, hungry and my vision was starting to blur and bounce again. It wouldn’t be long and I’d pass out from the withdrawals, just like before.
I tried to find a large low tree to hide under so no one would find me when I did pass out. I saw a cave-like thing under the cliff and knew that would be too obvious of a hiding place so I went around it. There were cliffs all around so I hoped and prayed this wasn’t the same one I’d fallen from. On the other side of the cave was a large group of Christmas tree evergreens. I sighed in relief and went to go crawl under the low branches to wait out my sleep, but as I pushed a large branch away I heard his thoughts, just a second before I saw a man.
His eyes went wide as he saw me and in his mind he’d been looking for me. He was holding up his hands as if to say he meant me no harm. I knew better. I took off running. I could hear him behind me, gaining ground. I was a runner for crying out loud, but my body couldn’t keep up with my spirit. I held in my scream when I felt his arms go around me. He didn’t tackle me like I thought he would.
“Maggie, wait. Don’t scream.”
I realized then that his arms were still around me and he wasn’t burning me with an offense mark. I slowly turned and looked at him, brown curly hair and kind eyes.
“Caleb’s here?” I squeaked.
He nodded. “I’m Rodney, Caleb’s cousin. I’m sorry I scared you.”
I didn’t care if he was the pope. He wasn’t a Watson and that was gold to me. I collapsed in relief against him and felt him lift me in his arms. I went in and out of consciousness as he carried me swaying. He swiftly made his way, to where I didn’t know. It wasn’t too long before I heard yelling. I looked up thinking this man had somehow tricked me and taken me back to the Watsons but it was Peter and...Caleb.
I gasped and wiggled out of Rodney’s grasp. He put me down easily and steadied me. I tried to run but couldn’t. Caleb grabbed me before I hit the ground and the aches and pains left my body with a harsh sigh from us both as we collided and wrapped our arms around each other. Then there was a burst of energy all around us as our skin made contact for the first time in days.
I saw Peter and a few others behind him fall to the ground behind Caleb, like they’d been knocked back by some force or invisible trip wire. A few were pushed back mid air as they ran our way. The energy was visible, in streams of iridescent blues and it seemed to flow through my skin. I lifted my arm to see the ribbons making their way through one side of my hand and out of the other.I gripped Caleb’s neck tightly in my fingers and felt his grip on my back tighten. “What’s happening?” I whispered.
“I don’t know,” he spoke into my hair, “but I don’t care.”
He kissed me softly all over my face, my lips the most. I could barely stand and he held me up as he let me feel everything in him, all his worries and anger and longing. Or maybe I was just able to feel it now because of the ascension.
“Yes,” Caleb answered me. “I told you you’d be able to feel everything from me after the ascension without even trying.” He pushed my hair back from my face and made a pained face from seeing offense marks around my mouth. I grimaced wondering what the rest of me looked like and smelled like. He chuckled and shook his head. “I don’t care. I have you back and that’s all that matters. I’m sorry I didn’t get to you first. A few of the family who were closer got here before us. I told them where you were.”
“That doesn’t matter. I’m just glad you’re here.”
“I’m here,” he agreed and pulled me closer by my shirt front. He saw the angry red slash across my neck and shoulder and at first he blared hot fury as he ran his fingers across it scowling and growling low in his throat. Then he perked up and the sides of his mouth turned up, making me wonder what in the world had just happened. Then he looked back to me and smiled happily. “And now, I can do this.”
He closed his eyes and concentrated. One by one I felt the offense marks on my body and face, the slice down my arm from the well wall and the bruises and cuts on my feet tingle and burn away. The long cut across my shoulder burned for a second before searing away to nothing. Then the cold left my body as well. I was filled with warmth and a glow of rightness. This was exactly where I was supposed to be.
“Caleb,” I said and he sighed and pulled my face to his, our noses touching.
“I have missed hearing you say my name.”
“Me, too.”
“Ok, I’m sorry. What were you saying?”
“What about the Watsons? They were out here looking for me this morning.”
He pulled back and looked at my face seriously.
“You saw them?”
I nodded.
“I hid in a cabin in the woods last night.”
“Wait…What? We thought they let you go because they knew we were coming for you.”
I bit my lip and tried to block that part instantly from my mind so he wouldn’t see. Should I show him everything they did to me?
He growled at my thoughts. “What they did to you? What do you mean? Show me, right now, Maggie,” he ordered gruffly.
“Please, don’t leave me again. Even to go and hunt them down. Please?” 
He shook his head and looked in as much agony as I felt.
“I’m not leaving you for anything. You are staying right here.” His arms tightened around me. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t angry at you.”
“I know that, but I just didn’t want you to run off in a rush to crack someone’s head.”
“What did they do to you, Maggie?” he asked softly. “I need to see it.”
I bit my lip again and closed my eyes, leaning my forehead against his. I showed him from the first second I awoke with his jacket, then woke naked and being washed by Marla, then Sikes, Marcus. Once the vision got started, I couldn’t turn off certain parts so he had to live through my withdrawals as well. Even living it again was almost unbearable.