His Sunshine

03

Reyna

After the car ride over here something told me that this place wasn't new. It seemed to comfortable for it to not be just another house used only for traveling. It looked like someone abandoned it. There was a red couch that looked like it was just used not too long ago, cups with ice that had melted, blankets that were neatly folded, and a trash can filled with papers and wrappers. It didn't seem like it was a one time use. Not to mention when I got to the bedroom to check on Sebastian the sheets were undone and it smelled like flowers. Almost as if someone woke up living their normal life and then poof. They were gone. What I don't get is why he got so upset. Did something happen? Or was there someone?

It's morning and Sebastian woke me up with a splash of cold water to the face. I gasped from the fresh and stinging cold water that landed right on my face. "Rise and shine Reyna." He said with a sly grin. "What the fuck?" I yell. He laughs. "Welcome to Hell sunshine." He smiles. He clears his throat. "Plans are changing, we're leaving in an hour back to my house for business reasons. Which are to remain closed and classified." His eyes burn into mine. "So no questions." I nod my head. "Okay now go freshen up and we'll discuss what is to happen to you." I get up and walk to the bathroom. I opened the door and I felt a whiff of the cold air brush against my wet skin. I turned on the light and grabbed a red hand towel. I dried my face off. The towel was soft as it was caressed against my skin. Not bad. I hung it back up and walked out. "So we have to make a trip to see a certain someone who I'm sure you'll love. And after that I need to pick up a special gift and then we'll be on our way." He said. Something about the tone of his voice made me wonder if he was actually telling the truth. I let my mind linger in my thoughts before I hear a voice. "Reyna? Hey? We gotta go." I heard him say. "Yeah."

We've been in the car what feels like a hundred years. Road sign after road sign and turn after turn. It's boring. I'm beginning to think I shouldn't have done this in the first place. I look over and see Sebastian's face completely emotionless as it was when we first met. Something tells me what happened back there has a lot to do with why he is the way that he is. I'd ask more questions but I'm sure he'd just be more pissed off than anything.

I would be. Smart decision love.

What the?

Are you in my head?

Yes. Now as you said, no questions.

I can see a small smirk form in the corner of his mouth as his eyes focus on the road ahead of us. I feel my eyes get heavy and they start to close.

"Reyna?" I heard a voice. It sounds familiar. Too familiar. "Reyna." It calls again. Oh no. It's him again. I could feel my chest rising heavily. My breathing speeding up. "Reyna get back here. I miss you." The words come out slurred together. That sentence always reminded me of what would come next. I meet the eyes that once owned every part of me. "There you are. I've been looking for you." He comes closer. "No. Go away. Please." I whisper. I can feel my voice growing weaker. "Cmon." I felt his hand grip on to my arm. "No stop. Leave me alone." I could feel tears pouring out. More and more. "You don't want that." He says. His finger trace along the side of my jaw. My skin trembles in fear. "Leave me alone. I hate you." I shout. A sting of pain finds its way to my cheek. His hand coming back to the same spot. "You listen to me." He pushed me down. My anxiety rises faster. Before I know it I'm shouting at the top of my lungs.

"Reyna. Hey wake up." A fainted voice spoke.

I need him to get away from me.

"Reyna. Wake up. Hey." It's slightly clearer.

I feel force on me and I jolt awake. My breathing heavy and nothing but tears flowed out of me. "Reyna it's okay. It's gonna be okay." I feel his arms pull me into his chest. I couldn't fully process what was going on but I felt safe for some reason. "Look at me Reyna it's gonna be okay." His voice softened.

The rest of the car ride was quiet. He didn't ask questions about what happened an hour ago. I didn't expect him to. I didn't say anything because I didn't know what to say. These nightmares have been happening for as long as I can remember. It always starts the same. I'm in the same room from when I was 17. Boy band posters on the side of the wall, my pink and grey pillows fluffed. My bed sitting there with two of my favorite blankets in the world. My Harry Styles blanket and my Phineas and Ferb blanket. The same shoes set on the floor next to another pair of shoes that start moving as my name is being called. Chills run down my spine and my name rolls off his tongue like it's the easiest thing in the world to do. My bedroom door closed as my back is pressed against it. Yet he managed to push it open. I run to my bed and sit. The eyes I once knew looked deep into mine. The same pair of eyes that owned every part of me. Including my heart. Now there's nothing but hate and angst. I get the same overwhelming feeling in my chest. Chills and goosebumps flutter over my body at the sound of my name coming from his mouth. The same mouth that I used to love. One that would take me to a different place when it collided with mine. One that always tasted the same almost as if it was made for me and me only. Now it's become a place I wished I would've never gotten to know. It always ends the same. He catches me but I wake up before he can even do anything. I don't want to relive it. It took me two years to finally get out of what he put me through and I refuse to let my guard down again.

"Reyna." Sebastian looked at me. "What happened back there?" His eyes meet mine. "Nothing. Don't worry about it." I said softly. I would've loved more than anything to tell him. I feel like I can trust him. Even though it's been a few days, there's so much I wanna know about him. Like why he acted the way he did at the house. Or maybe simple stuff like what's his favorite song?

We don't have music here love.

You should. I bet it gets pretty boring down here without any source of expression.

We do quite fine here actually.

Really? Okay then, what have you done that's actually enjoyable?

I read.

Read? You guys have books down here?

We have plenty books. But I love sonnets. More specifically Shakespeare.

Shakespeare? Why him?

I..

Why?

Nothing. No more questions.

And he never said another word the rest of the ride. I have a million questions running through my head. I want to know him. It's wrong of me but I can't help but feel bad. He's been here for so long, I can't imagine my life being like his. Alone. Helpless. Something inside me tells me he needs me here more than he thinks. I want to help him. I just hope he'll let me.