Don't Run Away

Chapter 5

Was up was up!! This is the fifth chapter!! Yay!! You're going to want to read this, Amanda finally admits something important to herself. YAY! They're still on the bus right now, but they get off it quickly in the next chapter. So lets not stretch this out more then we need to... enjoy!

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Amanda's POV

I woke up in a shock, dripping in sweat. I had that green chair dream again- brutally forced into that ugly green chair, feeling sick to my stomach beyond belief. Being absolutely... helpless. But the two men weren't Tyson or my father this time. Which for some reason made it scarier.

This time I was chained to the chair, but if I tried to get up they would still throw their hands on top of me. By the end of the dream, it was as if I was drowning. Air filled my lungs like water, and there was nothing I could do. It was so painful. It was so... real.

I was breathing heavily and people were starting to stare. Tyson was saying something to me, but I couldn't understand him. I was holding on to something with my hand, and gripped it tighter. "Amandaamandaamanda..." I finally heard Tyson sputter out.

"What? What, what is it?" I looked down to find it was Tyson's hand I had in a death grip.

"My.. ow... my hand..." He said while twisting his body in pain.

"Oh!" I screamed, ripping my hand away from his. My cheeks turned a violent shade of red. "Did, did I grab your hand while I was sleeping?" I asked, embarrassed.

Now Tyson starting turning a shade pinker. "Oh, um... no. I grabbed your hand... you were screaming, I dunno' I wanted to comfort you, I'm sorry."

I smiled to myself. Tyson? Grabbed, my hand? "Oh..." I mumble. "Don't apologize. It's fine. Um... thanks,"  

Tyson rubs his hand where I grabbed him, bringing my attention to a red outline of my fingers. "Oh god!" I burst out in shock, "I'm really sorry, I didn't... I mean... it wasn't... sorry."

Tyson laughs. "It's okay. My fault for grabbing your hand, your crushing strength shouldn't surprise me." He chuckles once again, and I laugh awkwardly. Was that an insult? Or a compliment?

"Um, you can take that in a good way. You know, cause' you're a basketball player and all." He says, practically reading my mind.

I laugh, "Thanks. I guess you can't be as amazing as me at that sport with out arms like these." I purse my lips and show off my arms in a weight lifter kind of way. He chuckles as my mind settles on something that it brushed off before.

Suddenly all of the blood drains from my face. "Wait... Tyson?"

He raises his brows. "Yeah?"

"D-did you say I was... screaming?"

"Yeah. It was really scary actually, you were like, just down right screaming. The bus almost crashed because of it. People started yelling at me to shut you up, but even if I shaked you you wouldn't move. You just screamed louder."

I stared at him with my jaw on the floor. I open and closed my mouth, probably looking like a dying fish. I made some weird squeaking noises, then snapped my mouth shut.

Well... that got me nowhere.

"So you didn't know? I mean, how come it only registered now? What were you thinking about when I told you earlier?"

I was thinking about my hand in yours... I thought to myself. As if I would tell him that...

"Uh... I didn't... um... I just had something on my mind..."