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"You need anything else?" Daemon asked me as he placed another pillow underneath my head. His eyes wonder my body in concern before he places his hand against my head again.
I shake my head. "Now go back to school," I said as I remove his hand from my head.
His brows crease with worry. "I don't think I should," he argues as he sits next to me, on the edge of the bed.
"Go to school, Daemon. Really."
"You don't look so good, San. I should stay."
"Daemon, get your ass to school now! Or you're not going to play the season. Coach told you that you shouldn't skip anymore, remember?"
He nods, his expression torn. "Fine. Let me just get some wet towels for you, okay?"
I nod. "Then go to school."
"Whatever," he says before he disappears.
There was the Daemon I'd fallen for.
He was always there for me. Always.
He looked after me. Took care of me.
"Here you go," he says as he places the wet towel on my head. "Your medication's here on the vanity," he adds as he places the packet there. "Call me if you need anything, San. Anything at all."
I nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Now go."
He nodded, expression still torn, before he places a kiss on my head and turns around to leave.
"Love you Dae," I call after him.
"Love you too San," he adds as he glances back. He looks at me for ten seconds before he leaves.
I put on a shaky, wery smile before sleep takes me hostage.
* * *
Some people believe that dreams are premonitions of what will come to be. That whatever you dream will happen in the near future or at least have a likelihood to happen.
What I dreamt as soon as I drifted off made my blood run cold.
I was kneeling, on hard, cold ground that bit my skin as the cold ran through me. Something covered my face, a sack probably. The dirty, musty smell burned my nose, as darkness flooded me.
As far as I can tell, my hands were bound tightly behind me with a rope of some sort, digging into my skin.
Undeniable fear hit me as I wondered what was happening.
My breathing came out shallow, as I trued to calm myself down.
The sound of custom-made Italian shoes is heard as a door is pulled open and shut soon after.
Ten steps and the footsteps stop.
"Who will it be, Santana?" A soft voice resounds in the room. "Who do you choose?"
Confusion hits me. Choose?
A laughter echoes. The laugh doesn't fit in with the atmosphere. It was too jolly.
Suddenly the sack is ripped off and the lights blind me momentarily.
"Well?" The man asks again.
I look up at where the voice was coming from.
Shock is an understatement of what I was going through.
Santa?
Standing just ten feet from me was a huge man, wearing a red suit. His hair was pearly white and he had a huge beard. His cheeks were flushed red and on the bridge of his nose was a pair of hornrimmed spectacles.
What is Santa doing here?
"Santa?" I asked, confused.
"No need for introductions then. Now, who do you choose?" He asks as he stares back at me, a look of determination on his face.
"What are you talking about?" I asked him as I studied him
What the fuck is Santa doing here? Did he kidnap me? Why did he kidnap me?
He chuckles. "It's simple dear. Who do you like more?" Then he stepped to the side.
Behind him, bound and gagged were two men. Their outfits were worn out and ripped. Their faces were dirty and bruised and both their hands were tied behind their backs.
Daemon and Jesse.
What were they doing here?
"Time's ticking, little one," Santa says, his tone now having a hint of impatience. "Who do you pick?"
I looked up at him. "You can't be serious."
"I am serious, little one. Very, very serious."
I scoff.
"Do you pick him," he pointed at Daemon, whose eyes are on me with a pleading look, "the guy you've supposedly fallen for since childhood, who has slept with the entire female school population, with the exception of you? Or him," he pointed at Jesse, "the guy you can't get off your mind, who stood up for you and banters with you nonstop?"
Jesse doesn't even meet my eyes. He looks resigned to his fate and defeated.
He knew what I'd pick.
Although I myself don't know what I'd pick.
I know, I know. A month ago and Daemon would have been the obvious pick, but now, I couldn't just let Jesse suffer whatever Santa had planned for him.
Jesse, despite his obnoxious, arrogant, spoilt, egotistical exterior was a nice boy, who had the illfated luck to meet me.
But then again, Daemon was the guy I grew up with, the boy I fell in love with, and the one who was always there for me when I needed him most.
As I thought over it, with Santa humming Jingle Bells in the background, I came to a decision.
Just as I opened my mouth to choose, I fell off the bed.
My mind groggy and confused I sat up.
What the kind of fucked up dream was that?
And what the hell kind of masochistic idealist was Santa?
Groaning, I managed to right myself up and sit on my bed.
My eyes adjusting to the darkness that now enveloped my room, I squint my eyes as I see a form bundled up on the lazy boy by the window.
Who the hell-?
A snore resounds in the room.
I get up, still unable to make out the face of the person, and walk over.
Five feet from the figure, I stop, shocked.
Jesse was cuddled up to my Cony doll, stretched out on my lazy boy.
Now what the heck did Santa do now?