'Till Death Do Us Part. [Kellic]

Chapter Three.

Ever since I had that dream, I've been on edge. And I mean really on edge, every tiny little sound I hear, every squeak the stairs make has me all scared. It's silly I know, it was just a dream but I can't shake the feeling, I just can't. And then the fact that the keys keep changing position, I mean I swear I leave them on the hook by the door, but every time we need them they are somewhere else. In the kitchen, or on the salon table, Vic keeps telling me that we put them there ourselves, and maybe he's right... I mean sure he's right. What else could it possibly be? Ghosts? There's no such thing as ghosts.

The other night when our friends were over. I told them about the dream, I don't really know why but I felt the need to do that. Everyone just brushed it off or joked about it. Except Jaime, Jaime is someone who is scared easily something that was really funny growing up, but now he took things too seriously and that didn't really help my case. I mean I know it was just a dream... but with all the crazy shit Jaime came up, it fucked me up. Which isn't weird because as easy as he's scared, he can scare you just as much. It'll wear out, I'm sure of it.

"What are you looking at..?" I turn my gaze to Vic and shrug. There's been a dog out there for as long as I'm sitting here staring out the window. It's a bit weird because he's sitting there staring right back at me.

"There's a dog there," I begin. Facing back to the window. I feel Vic stands behind me following my gaze. "He's been there for as long as I've been sitting here." Vic laughs. I look up at him, questioning him why he's laughing. He shakes his head but continues to smile.

"I had an inside joke," He says. He's such a dork sometimes. "About?" I ask turning around to face him fully.

"The dog is probably into you. I mean, look at you, how can he not!?" I laugh and shake my head at him. "You're stupid" He leans down in front of me, lacing his fingers with mine. I keep my eyes on our hands, I don't know why but I'm a bit out of it today.

"What's wrong Kell, Sill that dream?" I look up to meet his eyes. They always calm me down, well he, in general, calms me down. I shrug in response. "It just, it was too weird, it freaked me out." He smiles lightly at me and brings his lips to mine, making me feel all warm and fuzzy.

He pulls back, resting his forehead against mine. I smile a small smile. "You're still stupid," I mumble. He lets out a chuckle and stands up straight, turning around and leaving the room. Where the fuck is, he going.

"Where are you going?" I yell at him. He turns around with an eyebrow raised. "Well, since I'm stupid, I'll just leave," He says. Crossing his arms, a small smile slipped his lips. I sigh at him. I told you, he's a dork sometimes, well a lot of the times really.

"Come back here and love me!" I pout stretching my arms out towards him while standing up from my spot from behind the window. I'm feeling extremely clingy today. I just want to lay in our bed and cuddle with the man, is that too much to ask? He takes my hands in his and pulls me to him. I wrap my arms around him and sigh in content.

"I like it when you're clingy." With everything going on in my head, I have the right to be clingy. I honestly feel like a five-year-old right now, but whatever. "Let's just watch a movie or something, Okay?" I ask looking up at him. He nods and let’s go of me. I walk over to the bed and make myself comfortable and let him do all the 'hard' work.

"What do you want to watch?" He asks turning around to face me. I shrug. "Let's go with...” let me think for a second. It would be really weird to watch a scary one because that wouldn't take my mind off of things, but it would give me a good enough reason to cuddle up to him even more. But like I need to justify that, he's my husband... I can cuddle up with him whenever the fuck I want. Let's just go with something funny, to lighten the mood a bit, well my mood really.

"Pitch perfect." He looks at me with an unimpressed look. "We watched that already, like four thousand times...” I shrug and pull my best puppy dog look ever. He lets out a sigh and turns back to the laptop sitting on the ground while mumbling a 'Fine.' After a minute, the movie begins and he lays down next to me.

"Next time I choose," He says before I put my arms around him and resting my head on his chest. "Yeah, then we'll watch Wayne's world for the five billionth time." He laughs for a second but then we watch the movie in silence. Laughing at the funny bits, which is honestly everything. I just really like this movie.

Halfway through the movie, Vic's phone started ringing. With a groan from me and a sigh from him he grabs it from the nightstand to answer it. This better is good, though. I watch him as he leaves the room to talk to whoever that is in private. A couple minutes later he comes back in looking at me.

"I have to go to this bar, the owner wants us to perform." I nod in response. We haven't had a lot of gigs lately, which is good because we were too busy with the wedding and the house. I really hope that he will hire us since it’s been a while since we had a gig. I really love making music especially with Vic. on stage, it is like we really bound together. When it's just the band and us on the stage, I can really feel like we have become one.

Vic is already putting on some warm clothes and ready to go outside to meet up with the bar owner. It’s a bummer really I wanted to watch this movie and lay in bed with him and yet again we get disturbed. I get over the fact that we wouldn't be having a lazy day and already started thinking about what I could do while Vic is gone. It's not that I’m scared or something, but it's getting dark, and well... you get my point. I walk along with Vic downstairs to the front door.

"I'll be back before you know it!" I nod again and smile and give him a little kiss on the cheek. "I can handle an hour alone." I smile once again. He pecks me on the lips and walks away. I watch as he gets in the car wave him goodbye before going back to the house.

I closed the door and went back upstairs. My initial plan was to keep watching the movie but walking into my room I remembered we hadn't cleaned out the attic. It was still full of stuff from the previous owners. I don't know who they were the real estate agent didn't really say anything about them. Even though I asked him but he would just continue to tell us how wonderful and amazing this place was and it is, really! But there was something about him that made me question him. But I guess it just because he was a real estate agent I guess you shouldn't be able to trust them completely.

I walk past our bedroom, making my way to the attic. You see this a lot in horror movies. You have your string which when you pull on it the stairs come down. When I got into the dusty old attic, it was filled with lots and lots of boxes and there were even some creepy dolls. I hate dolls. This place gave me the creeps, however as curious as I am I had to look through the stuff. I didn't know what I would find up there. Let's just hope it's nothing scary or creepy or something. I think I can't handle that, especially now that I’m alone, something you should think about before you step foot in a creepy old attic.