Chapter 32

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Lana's POV

She told us what happened in her dream, I sat in the sand with my back against a dead tree that  some how made its way up here, George sat next to Rachel and John sat with his back against the log that George and Rachel sat on.

"What exactly do you think striked this dream?" George asked

"Past, and being paranoid" She said softly

"Listen, you don't have a damn thing to be worried about, you're as safe as an egg in a jar of peanut butter" I shrugged

"Where did that expression come from?" John asked with a laugh

"Its a long story" I said waving off the situation

"Rachel I'd never cheat on you, never in a million years" George smiled sweetly

"And I highly doubt myself and Lana would start stabbing you" John chuckled

"Plus you're away from the wicked witch of the west and her flying monkey" I said grabbing a stick and throwing it up in the air

"But I can't stop thinking about it all" Rachel frowned as John grabbed the stick I ws playing with in mid air

"Sod off" I scrunched my nose towards him

"You're gonna poke your eye out" John scolded

"Can you two focus for one minute?" George shouted, myself and John looked at him, it went silent for a moment

"I'll get you my pretty, and you're little dog too!" I yelled then laughed a sharp cackle, Rachel laughed along with me and George covered his face

"Lana, let's shut your mouth love" John said covering my mouth with his hand

"You just need to concentrate on the good not the bad" George smiled

"I don't want to have to take you to a crazy doctor" I said then shuddered, thinking about my past therapists and psychiatrics

"I don't need help from people like that" Rachel shook her head

"Neither did I but its beenover 20 sessions later and I haven't touched alcohol in almost a year" I lied, thinking back to my misery stricken night

"I just don't need people like that in my life" Rachel sighed

I could tell she was getting angry, but if she blew her lid I wasn't not gonna do anything. I was gonna tell her the truth. Even if it meant that she would never forgive me, I just want her to be alright.

Written by Hannah

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