My Story

Chapter Forty-Five

Mirana's POV
I don't know where to being by telling you about the game room. It's just a lot of chaos. Children running around, couples completing with one another. This place was huge. So many games. There were old fashioned games, the console games I guess you could say. Just a variety of everything. There was a tiny café towards the back and there were skating rings here. And rides just outside the back of the place.

"Mirana what do you want to do first?" Anuel asked me.
"As if I would know what I want to do." I said still taking everything in. I looked over at Sébastien who was on his phone. It kinda made me angry but he also has his own life, so I didn't make a comment.
"Well....." Anuel paused, " I at a loss too." He looked at me and we both laughed. "Sébastien, me and Mirana are gonna go look for something to play."
"Yeah, go ahead." He said still starring down at his phone.
I was kinda upset looking at him, because he didn't look at me or tell me to be careful. I walked around with Anuel and we headed straight outside.
"Why are we outside?" I questioned
"Umm. Mirana. I want to be completely honest with you on why the three of us are here." He said looking down.
We walked over to a table and sat down.
"Why are we here ?"
"Please don't hate me, but Sébastien wanted me here so that I can try to get something out of you about that dream you had the other day."
"What are you talking about?" I asked trying to act like I didn't know what he was talking about.
"The dream you couldn't wake yourself up from. The one where you woke up with a mysterious wound on your side. Mirana you don't have to tell me about it. Are you okay?"
I never thought I would tell anyone about the dream. Anuel knows so much about me that I'll be fine telling him, but the fact that he will tell Séb about it after I tell him. Frightens me.
"Anuel, I don't think that's a good idea for me." I looked away from him.
"Mirana, please. If you don't want me to tell him let me know. I won't tell him. I also want to know that your are okay. I mean shit we both want to know what happened."
"Anuel." I said looking into his eyes. I could feel myself about to cry.
He just sat there looking at me. I looked away closing my eyes until a tear fell out of my left eye. I wiped it away, looking back at Anuel.
"I can't." I said and cried.
"Mirana, what happened that it's this bad?" Anuel just looked so concerned for me.
"Because..... the dream felt real.." I whispered. "It felt so real. I watched the happy family I used to be in love each other. A happy day for my mother and me. My dad actually loving us and then it vanished like memories do in movies ." I cried so hard Anuel moved closer and held me.
"It's okay. What happened after?"
I calmed down a bit. "I was standing near my doorway of my bedroom with someone in front of me. They were walking towards me which made me back up and hide, but he found me dragged me and held a knife to my stomach. He dropped it and all I can hear was the sound of his belt being messed with.... And I was saying something to him and then he held that knife to my throat and I was quite. I don't know what else happened before I woke up but I woke up with that pain and it's not great to feel that pain."
Anuel's eyes were wide. He looked of as he saw a demon he couldn't keep his eyes off of.
"I don't know what to say..." his eyes trailed off of me. Like he looked at someone behind me. I tilted my head and looked behind me and saw Sébastien there.
My eyes widened of fear of him hearing me.
"Baby."
"Why were you listening to me?" I questioned.
"Baby I just want to help you and you weren't going to let me do it that easily." He said grabbing my hand.
"Yes that's right." I said and looked over and Anuel angrily. "Did you know he was there?"
"Mirana..."
"I want to go home."
"Okay we can go home." Anuel said looking at Sébastien.
I got up and started walking away from them.
I've been crying and people were looking at me. I walked inside and no one was looking at me in here. But it felt like everyone was starting at me. I turned around to see what Sébastien and Anuel were doing. They were talking and I said I wanted to go home.
I hid my face with my hair and walked back out there to them. I walked right in front of Sébastien and put my head on his chest not caring that they were having a conversation. The conversation was still going on; hell if I knew what they were saying, but Séb put his arms around me and it was comforting. My hands grabbed the bottom of his shirt and I looked up at him. He seemed very concentrated in their conversation than me. I just wanted to go home.
I picked up my arms and he picked me up, my arms wrapped around his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist. One of his arms was around my back and his other hand was holding on my leg.
"Séb I wanna go home." I whispered into his neck.

"Okay Anuel let's go so I can get you home and take this girl home."
"Okay.."
Sébastien walked all the way out carrying me to his car. He put me in the back so I could lay down and then they both got in the front.