TaaRey FF - #1. Life At Stake (Stake Triology)

Chapter 1:

Holy Crap...................

I sat bolt upright in my bed holding my thumping heart, as someone rocked my shoulders. I could yet feel burnt lungs, smoke flaring nostrils, fear dripping heart. "WTF........." Breathing was difficult to me in d moment. Swayam was hovering in front of me. His tired face wearing that annoying wicked smile. The sweat beds attached to his neck length nest hair trickled along his nape. His rational muscular body showered in dampened vest n boxers, clearly signifying his morning workout. "Language Taani, language" His long bony arms landed on his hips. "Shut up, brother." I threw my pillow at him for cracking my ethereal dream in a cliffhanger: whether I will die or not? "Woah..... Then u should stop freaking me out by ur slumber dream babbling." "Whatever" I yawned. I have been haunting by d same nightmare past several months. Actually to be accurate, my nightmare born on my 17th birthday and it continued every night. Not a single night had passed in tranquil. Bitter-sweet nightmare for first half part, though! Except I have never seen d face of mysterious man in my dream who's presence makes my body tingle. Dad says DREM IS ONE OF D WAY OF VISIONS. I'm not sure how far it's true. Because I was freaking dying in my dream! Swayam snapped his fingers, pulling me out of rebuking. "Same dream again?" A look of concern passed over his long triangular face. He sat beside me. I felt guilty. For freaking him and dad every time I woke up gasping and clutching my thundering heart. I nodded. He looked worried. "It's just a dream" I tried to convince myself more rather than him. "Yeah..." He said, actually not meaning it. His face contorted into thin lines. He looked paler than before. Whether it is because of change of place or.....I really don't know. Then he shrugged. "Ok my sleeping beauty its 8AM in d morning. Stop falling back to sleep n get ur butt up." "Argh..." I cursed. Thinking of my junior year at new university, I really miss my old one. "U better hurry, if not, I'm going to send dad in" He mocked sweetly.

"Oh no, please" I threw up my quilt n hurriedly dragged my sleepy body to bathroom before my dad showed up in d room pampering me in a very sarcastic way. Besides, I didn't want him to be tensed about me and my dream. Ever since I confessed him, he's more than curious to analyze it's indicating some news. I didn't believe him. Dad sometimes frightens me by his unusual talks regarding non-existing supernatural creatures walking on this earth. It's not like I don't believe them. It's just still weird to c how there is a world invisible to humans. I have grown up learning things from my father. After all, he's one heck supernatural-Wikipedia. I showered and changed into white sweater, pair of red denims n red high heels. A platinum chain with a zigzag star-heart shaped pendant dangled across my neck. It's my lucky charm. I don't remember how on d earth it ended up with me, because as far as I remember, I never really purchased it or none gifted me. Ironic much, isn't it? Still, it's very special, ok. I looked pretty good for college. I rechecked for one last time in d mirror as my reflection pouted back. I had waist length blackish straight hairs. I was slender and supple. Being foodie, I still have a figure where guys go gaga over. That's little exaggerating about myself. Na...I'm much content of a good fitness. I grabbed my red back pack n trotted downstairs. It's my first day in d college. I was excited as well as nervous since I was d new student about to join in d mid-semester. It was really hard to leave my old college in TEXAS when dad suddenly announced to relocate to LOVE LOCK. I initially cried, begged not to. But his one sentence just shut my mouth, 'WHATEVER-I-DO-IS-FOR-U-BABY-JUST-TRUST-ME'. Even Swayam didn't speak a word against. He simply agreed his command. And I know what he meant. If not for my attack after a week of my 17th birthday at Texas, we would have still been there. I don't even remember what or how d assault happened on that night when I was out of d town library except for d bruises and animalistic claw marks on my arms and shoulders like someone wanted to kill me. Those memories were still distinct. Thankfully, Swayam was d one to find me before I passed out. But I can swear to God, d same tingle of my dream erupted on d mid of my attack and suddenly I was out of danger.