Sometimes I just don't want to deal with moral ambiguities, gratuitous sex, excessive violence, vicious politics, interpersonal cruelty, or real-world ugliness.
“ Dancing,” Finn’s lip twitched with a smile, and I groaned.I have a confession to make: I'm about 35 years older than the target audience, but I have an inordinate fondness for children's and YA fantasy.
“ So what’s the fun part?” I asked, and my voice echoed off the walls. Finn wasn’t exactly dressed to the nines either, but his standard buttoned shirt and dark washed jeans looked much more fitting. My hair was in a messy bun, and I was wearing baggy sweats and a faded sweater with a boombox on it. I hated it even more that the room was this magnificent, and I looked like I did. I hated how taken I was with the splendor. Otherwise, the room was empty, except Finn and me. The only other thing in the room was a white grand piano setting in the opposite corner. Table cloths and candlesticks and all sorts of decorations were littered in a pile around them. The decorators had started bringing things in, and one of the walls was lined with stacked chairs and tables. The floors were marble, the walls were off-white with gold detailing, and it looked every bit like the ballroom for Disney fairytales. Gold beams ran across it, holding up glittering diamond chandeliers. Massive and exquisite, the ceilings seemed to stretch on forever, thanks in part to the fact they were entirely skylight. Pushing open the doors, which seemed to be two stories high, Finn led me into the grandest room I had ever seen. I’mĬonducted business, the opulent dining hall where we would hold the dinner on Saturday, and then finally, the ball room. But if you don’t hear from me, don’t worry. Just come back, Wendy.” “ I’m so sorry, Matt, but I can’t.” I wiped at my eyes and shook my head. You… Whatever is going on, I can take care of it. “You sound like your never coming back.” He swallowed hard. Okay? I just want you to be happy.” “Wendy, why are you talking like that?” Matt sounded more afraid than I had ever heard him before, and I couldn’t be certain, but I think he’d started to cry. I just wanted you to know that I was safe and that I love you and you never did anything wrong. You won’t be able to, and I don’t want you to. “ I’ll call the police! We’ll come get you!” “No, he’s not forcing me!” I sighed and wondered if this phone call had been a bad idea.
But I can’t.” “Why do you keep saying ‘ can’t?’ Is he forcing you?” Matt growled. I love you guys, and I would take you with me if I could. “Please, Wendy.” “ You’re not doing anything wrong.” Silent tears started sliding down my face, and I tried swallow down the lump in my throat.
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