The Fire Within the Passion by Kayla Trautman (rooftoppers .txt) 📕

caught of balance. I'm fine." Jack kneeled
at the side of the bed, "You heard what the doctor said. You have to stay off your feet if you expect to get better. Are you
sure you're okay?" She nodded her head assuringly. "Now do you want to eat your supper in bed or downstairs at the
table?" he asked her. She smiled and said, "Downstairs please." He smiled and picked her up heading for the stairs.
He was careful not to trip and fall. Kattie wasn't worried. She liked being in his arms. Him carrying her with his muscular
arms. She rested her head on his shoulder. He went to the the chair by table and sat her down. She sqiurmed around to
make herself comfortable. He pushed a bowl and fork over to her, and took his over to his spot. He sat down and began to
eat. She took a taste of the beef stew and was amazed at the outcome. It was delicous. She was amazed. "Wow. I never
knew a guy that could actually cook." He smiled at her thanking her. They continued to eat. "I see you plan on staying the
night to make sure I'm okay?" He looked at her, "Until you're able to walk again. Someone's got to tend to your needs. Is
that alright with you?" She replied, "It's more than okay. I just wanted to say thank you. That's all." Jack just simply smiled
and continued eating.
Jack washed the bowls and put them away. Kattie was, obviously, still sitting in the chair. Jack came in and went to pick
her up. "Where to, my lady?" She thought for a moment, "There's no where else to go but back upstairs in the bed." He
laughed at her sarcasm and went upstairs. he set her in bed and covered her up. "Can you please open the window? It's
kind of hot in here. Maybe the cool summer night air will cool us." He did so and sighed, "You were right. That summer
night air sure feels good." She smiled as the cool air hit her face. They stayed up for a while longer and chatted. After a
while they both laid down and fell asleep.
Chapter 5: Walking again
"I may be going slow but I'm walking." Kattie told Jack, who was against her walking at all until she fully recovered. Jack
asked, "Are you sure it don't hurt too much? I could always stay longer." They were standing face to face in the kitchen by
the table. Kattie replied, "Look it's not that I don't appreciate everything that you have done for me. Cause I do. Really I
do. You've been here almost a week. Most people wouldn't have stayed a day. I'm really thankful to you. But I can't
possibly expect my ankle to get back to normal if I don't exercise it. And I can't keep you away from what it is you prince's
do." He looked at her chuckling. "Oh, don't go looking at me like that. I won't try to pretend to knowwhat a prince has to do."
Jack replied, "I hired someone to handle things while I was away. Now what's your excuse?" Jack pulled her to him putting
his arms around her, holding her. She put her arms around his neck, "How about I don't want you here anymore?" She said
that so sarcasticly that he laughed, "You know you want me to stay. Or else you would have pulled away by now." She
smiled and replied, "Or maybe I'm just to weak to pull away." Jack moved his head in closer, "Then maybe I should stay".
He leaned down and kissed her passionately. She kissed him back, except this time she took the lead. They stood there
kissing for two minutes then Jack cupped his hand around her left breast. She managed to slide her hand between them
and moved his hand off her breasts and pulled away, leaning her head against his. "Sorry I'm just not ready for that yet."
Jack replied, "That's okay. I can wait." He kissed her again and left. Kattie watched him as he walked away. Walked out of
her house.
After he was gone Kattie went to sit on the armchair in the living room. Just thinking about him. Then she
decided that she wasn't going to think about him at the moment. Then that nightmare that she had had the first day he was
there. She didn't want to think of that either. She got up and went outside and went for a walk. She just took a stroll around
town, she had to reassure herself that he wasn't coming back. She was sure she was out of his reach, but that nightmare
felt vivid. She couldn't believe that the moment Jack came into her life, is the moment when she gets the nightmare about
him dying. She didn't no one else in her life dying. She already lost all of her family. She didn't want to make a new and
learn he was learking around. She thought about telling Jack that she didn't want to be with him anymore. But she couldn't
do that. Not to him. She couldn't break it off with him. She could do it with any other guy she only knew for two weeks. But
not with him. She walked and walked. Walked until she could no longer feel the pain in her ankle. But she got tired of
walking and there was a place where you could rent a carrige right acrros the street. So she went there.
When she got home she got a hot bath and just relaxed. She was still thinking about Jack. But also about Victor. If
Victor came back she was going to be dead, but even worse, Jack would be dead. A tear ran down her cheek at the
thought of it. She got out and got dressed for bed. Except when she laid down she couldn't get to sleep. She was thinking
too much. Finally, her eye lids got heavy and she fell asleep.
Chapter 6: Getting the letter
It was eleven o'clock in the morning when there was a knock on the door. Kattie got up from the couch to answer it.
She had been reading a book before. She opened the door and a guy with a slight mustache, a black suit, and almost
bold black hair was standing there with a long box. He looked like he was going to a funeral yet he was smiling, though
Kattie didn't trust it. The man said handing the box over to her, "Maim, I was asked to bring this to you from a secret
admirer. He says it'll come to your liking. That you will be surprised when you see it." Kattie took the box smiling thinking
that it was Jack; although she still didn't trust the messenger. "Thank you, sir." She closed the door as the guy was walking
away. She sat down on the couch and opened the box to six red roses. She smiled. But on top of the roses was a peice
of paper. She picked it up and began to read it. Her grin then faded away in shock. She frowned and a tear slipped away
from her eyes running down her cheek. The note read:
Dear My Beloved Kattie,
I know where you are. I know who you've been with.
And I know where you live. Did you think leaving the
country would save you? Did you think I would let
you fall in love for another? As long as you live,
you love me and only me. That little prince of
yours won't be able to protect you. I'm stronger,
smarter. I will kill him. And anyone who gets in my
way. If I can't convince you to love me, then I will
kill you. Assuring that you will never love another.
Hope this letter was convincing enough. You are
mine! No one elses! Love you honey. I'll be
visiting soon.
Your Lover,
Victor Blackwell
P.S. Wear my favorite
dress. I'll be expecting
you in it.
Kattie couldn't believe it. He found her. How? "How did he find me and know exactly where I live and who I was with?
How he knew he was the prince?" she thought. Kattie wipped the tears away and took the roses and letter out to the
kitchen and set them on the table. She took a seat and just went into gaze. She stared at the letter with a frown on her
face. She was ferious. She didn't want anything to do with that guy anymore; especially after what he has done. But she
thought she had no choice. She wasn't about to let anyone else die because of her. Not again. She had it all planned out,
no matter what Prince Jack said about it. She was going to go back with him. She would try to make him realize that she
was doing it for him. She made up her mind. And she wouldn't let Jack change her mind, or at least she would try.
About five minutes later there was another knock on the door. Kattie didn't even care to go answer it. She stayed there.
A minute went by and the knock got louder. Kattie still didn't answer the door. It was Jack. He looked in the window. He
seen the light on and the lid to the box on the floor. He opened the door and walked in. "Kattie! Are you here?!" he called.
When he heard no one answer him he headed towards the kitchen door. When he opened it he saw Kattie sitting there
arms folded. He could tell that she was angry. He asked, "Kattie. How come you didn't answer the door? What's wrong?
Is it yor ankle?" Kattie didn't look up at him up at him. She kept starring at the letter, "He's back. And I have to go back with him."
Jack was confused, "What? What are you talking about he's back?" Kattie didn't say a word. Jack looked on the table and
found the letter. He picked it up and read it. His confused face turned to a ferious face. "Well there's no way he thinks that
you're actually