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Chapter #7
Mandatory Love Interest/Hero
by: Gypsy Trevel
A young boy orphan who helped on the kitchen staff had grabbed her and spun her around. In a rushed quiet whisper he hissed, "follow me, quickly now!" Before Dorothea had any chance to question the boy, he had pulled her abruptly away from the line and into the pantry. She could feel all the cold, hungry, heartless eyes follow her as she scampered behind him. He quickly closed the door behind them and pried the boards up off the floor. Dorothea heard no one cry out for her disappearance or anything. She hardly had the time to listen as the boy grabbed her arm and pulled her down the hole that had just appeared. She fell down into the hole and recovered in time to hear him hiss "crawl!" She deftly nodded and started to crawl down the tunnel before her. He dropped down, recovered the hole and followed her through the tunnel.
After what seemed to be an eternity, with no change in surroundings or pace, Dorothea finally stopped and leaned against tunnel wall. Coming up behind her quickly the boy glared at her.
"What are you doing?"
"Who are you? I demand to know"
"Theo, but why have you stopped?"
"Well, Theodore, I am quite tired and would like to stop for a rest"
"Fine but only for a minute" Theo leaned against the wall beside her. After a while of silence, Dorothea inquired, "Why did you save me?"
"You seemed like the best choice at the time"
"What does that mean?!"
"Well, you and her were causing such a raucous that I knew you would certainly be whipped and I didn't want that to happen"
"Then why me and not her?"
"Well..."
"What is it?"
"You are very pushy you know that!"
"No I'm not!"
"Why are you asking so many questions, then?"
"I'm curious"
"Sure you are!"
"Shut up!"
Dorothea and Theo glared at each other for the longest time until they both began to soften and lean forward. Theo was thinking how beautiful she looked, although she was tired and covered in dirt and just a little miffed at him. Her eyelashes fluttered and she smelled so good. He leaned in closer and his eyelids began to fall and...
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