Chapter 13
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Frantically I scanned the room for a clock. When my eyes landed on my old alarm I could feel myself slump down on the hard cold floor. Numbers on the alarm clock were jumbled up; the clock pointers were both bend in a strange way. Those were the signs that I needed.
I was dreaming.
To be more exact I was lucid dreaming. I let out a shivering breath relieved that it wasn't real, but scared how real it felt. This wasn't an ordinary dream. It was my memory, a memory that I wanted to bury away in to deepest back of my mind.
the air in the room suddenly went stale. From behind the door I could hear a familiar loud scraping noise that was caused by a bottle followed by a grunt. My heart has gone rampant; I couldn't breathe. The tears in my eyes started to well up. The door made an eerily clicking sound telling me that he was getting in.
My eyes were fixed on the man with a disgusting smirk on his face and with an empty beer bottle in his hand.
"You're going to be a good girl, right?" He slurred out.
That sentence alone was enough to put me over the edge; I started to sob. Even though I am aware that this is a dream the fear that he had implanted in my body can never feel like a dream. I was stuck in place with no way out.
"Please…no." I begged, something that I have been doing over the couples of years that I was living there.
His eyes started to become blood-shot in rage not liking what I just said. He made huge heavy strides towards me and grabbed me by the hair. Gnawing on my lower lip trying to hold back a yelp he puts his face closely to mine.
"Did you just refuse me?" He asked in a menacing voice.
My lower lip started to quiver. "N-No." I said frantically shaking my head. Despite me saying that he slammed my head to the floor causing me to see black spots. He starts kicking me furiously.
"How dare a wench to deny me!? If it was not for me you would have been sleeping on the streets!" He yelled.
I begged and pleaded him to stop, but it fell on deafening ears. I was about to pass out like always when my eyes shifted towards a figure who was leaning against the door frame. It was her. She was just standing there quietly observing what her man was doing to her own flesh and blood; not even flinching a finger trying to help me. I've learned over the years that I shouldn't even bother asking her for help.
I gritted my teeth in anger glaring at the woman, who supposedly gave birth to me, in full hatred. The edges of my vision started to become jagged as if someone was about to cover my eyes with their hands.
I gasp as I woke up in cold sweat. I panted as if I had done a marathon. I chanted to myself that everything was okay, that I was okay, so that I could calm down.
I sat up and glanced towards my alarm. It was 3 am in the morning. I haven't had that nightmare in months. I must have been under a lot of stress from what was happening and the talk with Cherry and Brandon must have certainly triggered it.
My phone started to buzz and lit up. I glanced to see what was up only to see a message from Jack. I sighed and grabbed my phone to unlock my screen.
Private Number: "You okay?"
"I'm fine." I said.
Private Number: "Stop lying. You had a nightmare about your cursed parents again, didn't you?"
"It's none of your business Jack, so leave me alone." I groaned. I started to get a headache.
Private Number: "U r business is my business because u r mine. Now do u want to tell me what's wrong or do I have to threaten you again?"
I sighed. "Yeah I had a nightmare again about them, so what?" I asked frustrated. "Why are you even asking if you know my life so well?" He knows about my past, but I don't know how much he actually knows. I got away from them about 7 years ago, so he shouldn't know that much.
Private Number: "Of course I know everything about ur life honey ;). I know what your favorite color is to how many bras you have in your drawer."
"That's sexual harassment." I said a little bit freaked out.
Private Number: "But what I don't know is how much damage he had inflicted on u and that makes me blind from anger. So before I go on a rampage because of my imaginations tell me what that motherfxcker has done to u."
"He never raped me if that is what you were wondering. He did attempt it and after that attempt I ran away." And that attempt was the scariest moment of my life. I hugged myself trying to push down those memories.
Private number: "That bastard! torturing them wasn't enough I see. I should have just killed them."
Wait what? "You tortured them?"
Private number: "Do you really think that I would let those bastards scot free after knowing what they did to you? The only reason why I haven't killed them off yet was because I thought that you still had some 'love' left for your mom and I didn't want to do anything that would make you hate me permanently."
So he would risk doing something that would make me hate him as long as it's not permanent. What a gentleman. I rolled with my eyes in my head.
And at the same time I couldn't help but smile a little bit, but I covered my mouth with my hand so that he wouldn't see that. Call me messed up too, but the thought that those monsters got what they deserved filled me up with glee.
'He should really just kill them'
I gave myself a mental slap. No matter what I shouldn't stoop so low; no matter how much I detest them I shouldn't wish them death. Like Cherry said that woman is still my mom whether I like it or not.
But most importantly I don't want to be like Jack.
"Don't kill them." I said. "They aren't worth it."
Private number: "They are worthy for my knife."
"I'm not joking." I said.
Private number: "Am I joking?"
I glared at my phone.
Private number: "Fine, I'm not going to kill them, yet."
"Thank you." I said while smiling softly.
He didn't say anything after that so I thought that I could put my phone away, but my phone started to buzz again.
Private number: "What type of ring do you desire?"
I raised my eyebrow in confusion. "What?"
Private number: "Ruby, sapphire or diamond??"
"Again- what?" He lost me right now.
Private number: "Our wedding ring!"
"We're not going to get married." I said. This dude moods change too quickly.
Private number: "But you smiled."
"What has me smiling to do with us getting married?" I asked puzzled.
Private number: "You never smiled talking to me not even a grin, so the fact that you're talking to me must mean that your opening up to me a.k.a. you're starting to accept me a.k.a. we should get married!" I could feel his excitement dripping from the screen.
Baffled by his commentary I wasn't able to response. "I am going to drink a glass of water. Maybe I'll be able to sleep better then." I said trying to get out of my bed.
Private Number: "It's better to drink hot milk before you go to bed (I don't want my baby to have another nightmare)."
I nodded. That sounds pretty good.
Putting the milk in the microwave after poring it in a thee cup I was waiting to hear a peeping sound. I took after it was done a sip and I was in a bliss.
'Delicious!' This was genuinely good. Jack sure knows what he was saying.
I froze up.
Am I really starting open up to him? I mean there's no way in hell I'll ever see him in a romantic aspect, but I do feel a tiny bit comfortable with him. Maybe it's because he already knows everything about me and let's not forget how annoyingly flirtatious he is.
I sighed.
We can't keep this up forever though.
I went back to my room after finishing my milk. I was about to sleep when I saw a new message from Jack.
Private Number: "I love you."
'We just can't.'
