Back To You

Chapter 09 • Problems and Problems

Willow's POV:

He came in closer, a wicked smile on his face. He had a sharp knife in his hand and the more he covered up the distance between us, the more his knuckles went white, gripping the knife so tightly. I backed away, pleading him to stop, until I hit the kitchen counter. The next thing I know, I was near a window, my hand was holding a knife and it was covered in blood. I screamed, wanting to get out of this place. Suddenly, the blood on the knife started to pour, it poured everywhere, my hands, my face, my legs, my whole body. I was covered in blood. I couldn't take this anymore. I screamed again and again until I felt a warm hand on my cheek.

"Willow, hey, hey! Willow, wake up. Are you okay?" I heard a familiar voice ask.

I squirmed against and uncomfortable but cozy position and opened my eyes.

Zayne was looking at me with concern. He gently caressed my left cheek with his warm hand and stared at me with his huge brown eyes and said softly, "Hey, I think you had a bad dream, Willow. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I guess." I murmured. "Where are we?"

"In a bed." Zayne replied nonchalantly.

"What?!" I screamed and literally pushed him to the ground and rose up to see where we were.

There were a few seats in front of me and all of them were occupied by the some swimmers. Most of them were asleep soundly and some of them had woken up to my scream. I looked out the window next to me and I only saw darkness and occasionally a light from a vehicle passing us.

We were in the school bus.

I let out a breath in relief and turn towards the liar who made my heart skipped a beat. He was laughing out loud, still in the position I had pushed him. I glared at him and he playfully pouted at me.

"Aww, don't like being in bed with me?" He teased, sending me a wink.

"DON'T. DO. THAT. EVER. AGAIN." I threatened, to which he put his hands up in surrender.

"Okay, okay, I won't." He promised between laughs. I helped him up and he dusted himself off before sitting in the seat next to me.

"What's up with you lately?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows and crossing my arms.

"What do you mean, sweetheart?" Zayne asked, yawning and stretching his arms, hitting me purposely.

I swatted his hand off my face. "Right there. That! You've been acting and talking weird."

"Aww, honey, it's called teasing. Look it up." He winked again, flicking my forehead.

I sighed and looked out the window next to me. I laid my head against the cold glass and my mind drifted to the dream I had. It wasn't a dream though. I already knew that. That memory will always be fresh in my mind, always. Two years of therapy couldn't change it because of the guilt I had felt from that fateful day and I don't think it can be changed. I know that I ruined certain people's lives because of it and if I could, I would take it all back in a heartbeat. His shocked face, knowing that he was done for, his life ending, all the stuff he would leave behind, all the regrets, his happiness, his sadness, his hate, his love, everything flashing across his eyes still remains plastered in my head. I don't think I can ever remove that, ever.

I felt a tear slipping down my cheek and touching the corner of my mouth. I quickly wiped it before Zayne could notice but hey, he noticed, probably because he had been staring the whole time.

Seriously, what is up with him?

"Hey, you okay?" Zayne asked, genuinely concerned, touching my chin softly and tilting my head to his.