Chapter 8: Imformation, can be hard to uphold.
I went to school with heavy feet. After hearing and jutting more into Dylan’s personal life, I guess it kind of off set me. Especially since Dylan, wanted absolutely nothing to do with me what so ever. I dragged more after implanting that thought in my head. I sighed, but not of any content. In fact I almost choked on my own sigh!
Dreadfully walking through the school doors, I found my feet got heavier and heavier with each step I forced myself to take. Now I was standing in front of Biology. Oh joy. I thought sarcastically. I slowly turned the knob, the door started to creek open when I was met with several student faces. I tried not to notice one in particular. I made my way to my normal seat in the back and as lightly as I could took my seat.
After Biology I flew through my next classes and as soon as I got here I was out.
Sparing a few minutes to talk with Sid and a few unwanted glances towards a face that wouldn’t even acknowledge me. I was on my way home.
After reaching the house I couldn’t be happier.
That was until I saw an oddly familiar face sitting on my front porch looking, dare I say totally relaxed!
I stopped my car in it’s usual spot and got out. Walking cautiously up to the figure I stopped not more then a foot away from him.
“Mink!” I exclaimed throwing my hands out. “What are you doing here?” I asked. Calming down, I still had an edge lingering on me, but who wouldn’t? “And how do you know where I live!?” I now added, now feeling shivers break out throughout my body.
“Shush, calm down.” He said now standing up. The calmness around him never leaving
“Calm down! why do I feel like I’m talking to Sid again!” I bit out. He smirked.
“Now, to answer your first question. I’ll let you know soon. Too answer you second, I have my resources” He grinned.
“Ok, so. I don’t know if Dylan knows where I live. Not that he’d care.” I mumbled the last part more to my self-looking at the ground flustered. “But still,” I looked back up at him. The anger clearly showed on my face. “How, would you know?” I asked again.
“Not like I haven’t been to your school a few times. And you knowing Dylan, for about 3 years really paid off.” He said, his voice lingering off.
“Wait? I didn’t tell you that?” I looked at him confused.
“I know, Dylan did” He smiled, but more sly.
“Of course,” I growled rolling my eyes. “So, what is it you want?” I asked crossing my arms. Looking quite annoyed.
“Well, referring back to your first question.” He started to say, but first he grabbed me by my arm gently, and lightly pulled me onto the porch and pinned me against my doorframe. He continued. “I need you to stay away from us.” When he said the last part; pain clearly inked his voice from saying such. “It would be in your best interests.” He finished. Still holding me against my door.
“I don’t see the problem.” I admitted. I started to feel immediately uncomfortable from our bodies being so close.
“Of course you wouldn’t.” He lowly growled. “Just do me a favor and don’t get close, there’s more to us then you could ever imagine.” He almost looked sad, and then his expression turned to guilty as he faced me again. “Please” He sounded desperate.
“I,” I started. But my gaze fell to the wooden panels of my porch.
“Amalia,” He coaxed softly.
“This,” I gestured to us. “Is all to sudden Mink.” I softly replied. Hearing my voice he let go now backing a good 3 feet away from me.
“Amalia, remember. Heed these words. Things,” He looked regretfully saying this. He started shifting his gaze to the floor of my porch as I stared up at him. “Aren’t always, what they seem.” He finished, sighing afterwards. He looked back up to me, then spoke again. “It’s probably best that Dylan’s keeping a fair distance away from you.” He admitted. I could tell it wasn’t the easiest thing for him to say. And at that moment my heart shattered. I mean I knew that Dylan and me ever starting a relationship, friends or more. Was a dream anyway, but this, this was just too much. Before I could feel wetness starting to seep from my eyes, I said a quick goodbye to Mink and walked inside. Looking out the window in a crack I noticed Mink was gone. Not even caring or even suspicious at how fast he was, I ran up to my room, plopping on my bed, I could feel the tears start pouring.
The rest of the day was filled with regret. It was starting to reach somewhere around 9 and I was still a big mess on my bed. No one bothered me, which I was completely thankful for. Somehow when one of us was in a crappy mood, the rest knew to stay away. At times it was comforting and others a bit sad. In some situations you actually needed a shoulder to cry on, which in most cases, you had to sort that person out yourself and hope they would be the shoulder. I was glad this was not one of those.
After around 3 hours of crying I stopped. I could feel my lids start to droop. That’s when I decided sleep was probably the best form of peace for me right now. So I happily let it take me.
Not to long before I fell asleep I knew I entered my dreaming state. Just this dream was different then most. It was almost too weird to call a dream, it was just so, realistic. Almost too realistic, it was me. It just didn’t feel like it.
It was a cold December night; you could faintly hear the wind blow through the panels of the two-story home. A woman (Myself) sat by a crackling fire, enjoying the warmth as she rocked back and fourth in a wooden rocking chair. It was definitely nighttime, probably no later then 10 PM at most. The woman, (Now known as myself) held her hand to her swollen stomach as she watched the fire. The shadows of the flames dancing off her face, I was content. That was for sure. Where ever I was or whoever I had settled down with, I was truly happy. From what I could tell, I was probably barley in my 7th month of pregnancy.
She kept rocking and rocking until, she heard the front door creek open. She was very cautious on who it might be. She was totally defenseless against anything that would try to harm her. She could barley move as it was. She peeked and arched her neck as best as she could to look around the corner to see who the intruder might be, but to no avail, failed at doing so. She sighed and just hoped for the best that it was someone she knew.
In less then 5 minutes later a familiar face came around the corner, to me it was blurry but my dream self obviously knew who it was for she started to smile wide. She finally spoke with the outmost softest voice I have heard.
“Your back.” She smiled softly. Closing her lids. My guess happy it was someone she trusted, and the happiness added when it was someone she wanted to see.
“I’m sorry, I tried to come back as fast as I could but, you know how ‘they’ can be” He rolled his eyes emphasizing the ‘they’. He walked over and gently knelled beside her. Giving her a gentle smile he reached for her stomach and touched it softly, receiving a soft ‘kick’ from the baby in response. They both smiled down at the woman’s stomach, then their gazes traveled and met with the other’s. Love, was definitely not a question for the two, it clearly showed ten times over on their faces. I smiled, at the thought that I would actually be content in my life. The man (Whom I presume must be my future husband) stood up. He smiled one last time at her before walking a short distance away and grabbed something. I was more then curious to find out what it was, as I eagerly waited.
I started hearing a ‘humming’ noise in my ear. I tried dismissing the noise, but yet again failed. It got louder and louder before it got to the point where it was absolutely deafening.
I snapped my eyes open, pissed that my dream came to an end so abruptly. I started looking around for the noise. I kept looking until I came upon my door, it was wide open and I could hear the faint noise of the vacuum go back and fourth. I groaned falling back down on my bed,
“And it was just getting good!” I moaned turning around trying to savor the last few moments I had.
Interesting eh?. Ok, so chapter 9 should be out soon, hopefully.
Chapter 8: Imformation, can be hard to uphold.