Chapter 15: dreaming

A/N in order for this to go as smoothly as possible I suggest you read the last paragraph of the last chapter. Enjoy!

I wake up and go about my routine. Get out of bed, take a shower, hide my bruises, get dressed. When I walk downstairs I see someone I would've never thought I would see again.

Carl

Is this a punishment? Have I done something wrong? I must've if they brought him here. The cause of all my pain and suffering. The cause of why I'm so broken. All because of him.

I stop at the stairs and stare at him. I make no sound. He's in my house. He slowly turns towards me, his face looking like the Cheshire Cat. His wicked grin haunting me and bringing back so many unwanted memories.

"Hello, My little lamb" he says, the voice making me shiver and my face paling more as the second goes on. My little lamb. That was his name for me. He would call me that when he was in a nice mood. A nice mood normally meant him touching me.

"H-hello. Wh-what are y-you d-doing here?" I stutter. I hadn't remembered until now that he hates stuttering.

"Oh well I've come to pick you back up. We're going home." He smirks while emphasizing home.

No, no he can't take me home! Not again. I will not let him take me away again. I look over to Zack to see what he's thinking and he's just staring at us. Why isn't he doing anything?

I shake my head no. "No. I-I'm not coming with you" I try to say with confidence but fail miserably. I can't believe I just told him no!

"No?" Carl asks.

I firmly shake my head. "No."

"Well then. I tried to do this the easy way. I tried to be nice but you're not cooperating. You should know better. Since because you are not cooperating I guess I'll just have to do it the fun way" he tells me, slowly stalking towards me.

I make the split second choice to run, but not before looking back at Zack. Why hasn't he done anything?

I high tail it outside. I can hear his footsteps behind me. Tip tap. "You can't run away from me little girl!" He hollers madly.

I start to run faster. Around the pond, past the tree. I head for the woods. I whisk past the trees, dodging branches, leaping over roots and rocks. The adrenaline is starting to wear off but it's okay, I can't hear him anymore. I make the normally unwise choice and look behind me but there's no one there. I slid to a stop and look around.

I sit down in the hollow part of a tree and look up and pray to God. Please lord, let me live. Let me stay here with my brothers.

I pray and wait for what feels like three lifetimes. I decide to head inside. I start navigating my way to the house.

As soon as I walk into the house I am grabbed from behind. "Gotcha" he smirks into my ear. I let out the highest, loudest scream that can make an opera singer hide their ears.

I sit up, panting, sweat incasing itself on every inch and centimeter on my body. It was a dream. It was a dream. It was a dream. I chant in my head as if it was a mantra.

It takes me a few minutes to catch my breath. I get up and take a shower. It seemed so real. How could it not be?

My shower was quick, since I was tired. I wonder if when I screamed in my dream, I screamed in reality. I shake my head no. My nightmare was just a nightmare.

I lay in my bed. I glance towards my clock and see it reads 2:34 am. Great. Guess no sleeping for me tonight. Oh but I'm so tired. I wonder...

The next thing I know I'm at Luke's  bedroom door. My hand one centimeter from the door, about to knock on it when I hear a voice from behind me. "Lidia, what are you doing up this late?"

I must've jumped ten feet in the air. I turn around and see Luke looking over at me worriedly.

"I um, I had a nightmare and I was wondering if, I could-could, maybe, sorta, just a thought, stay in your room with you?" I rush out the end. Luke looks amused but nods.

"Of course you can Lidia. My room is always open for you." He agrees.

We walk into his room. It's a dark navy blue with a gray ceiling. He walks over to his bed and lays on it. He pats the spot next to him. I rush over there, in fear that Carl is going to pop out of somewhere and grab me. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asks. I shake my head no. "Okay but I'm always here for you to talk"

I lay down next to him and hesitantly lay my head on his chest. I can hear his heartbeat, calming me down and lulling me to sleep. Shhh. He chants, stroking my strawberry blonde hair. "Go to sleep".  Almost instantly I'm out like the lights.

Okay so how did you like it? Did the first part trick you? I came up with this right before I was getting in the shower. I hope you like it and don't forget to vote, comment and obviously like :)