Bedtime Stories

Psycho Hank

Okay y'all- 

I barely dream at all, like usually I just close my eyes, see black then BAM! I'm awake the next day. But, when I do dream on specific occasions, it's usually verrrrrry movie-like, very much like I'm sitting watching a film in HD. Anyways, last night I woke up from a dream around 1 am and holy FK was it an experience. below is just the copied message I sent to my good friend on Instagram when telling them about it, and thought I'd share with yall the experience I had last night.

here it is...

OKAy- okay- so, it was so weird cause it played just as if I was watching a movie. It was exactly like The judge with the way it looked and the house... oh my fkn god it was the same house as Hank palmers fathers-

So- it started off in the kitchen area, it was very much like that scene when Hank argues with his dad in the kitchen as he washes his wound, but instead of that, he was at the sink washing the dishes from dinner. This girl... she sat further away at the kitchen table with a plate of food in front of her. She was in her pyjamas and seemed like it was too late for supper, yet she still sat there, picking at it with her fork. 

Hank kept on looking over to her to see if she'd eaten anything, but every time he peeked over, she only had her fork balancing on her Brussel sprouts while she continuously poked at them with no appetite. He let out a small breath and began rinsing the soap suds off the bowls. "You need to eat something." His voice very soft.

The girl simply refused to listen to his words and set her fork down completely. Her arms were at her sides as she stared out the window off to her left. She didn't seem happy to be where she was, more like exhausted, like she'd given up on herself or someone. 

While she stared out the window at the darkening sky, Hank caught her attention back to the table when his hand reached out and pushed her plate closer. "You haven't taken a single bite-" He stated much more concerned now that he could see the perfectly full plate. The girl, again, stayed silent and didn't bother to pick up her fork. 

Hank stood closely next to her, watching her from above as he dried off his hands with an ugly tea towel. He must have sensed she wasn't going to do anything to change this, so he gently tossed the towel on the table and leaned just past her to grab the fork. Kneeling down to her height, he stabbed at the pre-cut, seasoned chicken breast and pointed the fork to her mouth.

"Do you need me to do it for you?" He asked but still pushed the chicken closer to her mouth anyways. 

She began to turn her head away and tightened her lips stubbornly like a child would when served veggies. Hank wasn't really forceful with it, but you could see the eagerness in his eyes. He cared for this girl and almost seemed worried that she was acting this way. When he understood she wasn't going to open her mouth, he dropped the fork down onto the plate as he spoke.

"I need you to at least take a couple of bites, is that too much to ask?" His beady puppy dog eyes were very prominent as he lied his arms flat on the table and rested the side of his cheek on his right arm. Peaking through his lashes with concern, he spoke more gently like he was scared to spook her. She still sat in silence, only moving to look away from him and down to her lap where she fidgeted with the sleeve of her pj's. He stayed in his position, crouched and looking slightly up to her from where he kept his head.

switching positions of his arm, he brought it down to his lap and lifted his left hand to gently grab her lower thigh, his eyes not leaving hers. "Will you do that for me?"

 The girl stiffened in her seat immediately and only darted her eyes to his hand for a moment before looking back to her hands. " no-" her voice coming out in a barely audible tone. He still heard her perfectly though and scrunched his brows like he was hurt from it.