Weeks after Nick Goode's missing persons case went cold and they put it down, the dreams started.
I remember the day I got home from camp. it was my first time away from Tommy and Ziggy in weeks. The moment I walked into the living room, the first thing I noticed was the alcoholic stench coming from the kitchen. I winced.
when I got to the kitchen, I was met with the sight of about a hundred cans, some half full, some empty. I forgot I'm usually the one to throw them out after my mom was done with them.
I put my duffel in my bedroom before going to dump out those cans into the sink, which I first had to clear of the dirty dishes my mom wouldn't do. I found a note under a pile of beer cans.
"new job. work till 8."
I could only assume that was from my mom, since there wasnt a signature. a new job is good, we need it. I guess she was too busy to clean up. Its about 3 o'clock now.
about an hour later, it was about 4pm. The phone rang. I groaned, didn't miss that. Mom had bought the absolute loudest one, I thought. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the receiver from the wall.
"Hello?" I tried to not sound as irritated as I was.
"Whoa, okay, sorry. is this a bad time, y/l/n?" a teasing voice came from the other side.
I instantly softened.
"Hi, Tommy."
He showed up within the hour. I'd rushed to tidy the entire house. God, if I embarassed myself..
it was fine. it was just tommy. id spent a month sharing a cabin with him, sharing a bed!
I jumped when the doorbell rang, rushing to open it. "Tommy." i smiled.
"Hi." He smiled wider, making it a competition and pulled me close, kissing my hair. "You alright?"
I nodded and tugged him inside. id probably used half a can of air freshener to hide the smell.
He held my hand tight as I led him down the hall to my room. It was just as id left it before camp, tidier now that I knew he was coming. As I sat on my bed, I watched him look around.
"Not a lot of color in here, huh..?" He mumbles to himself. Usually he stands taller than this but i wrote it off as the small break we had at camp catching up to him.
"No, I dont really decorate." I didnt want to tell him it was because i didnt have the money.
He said nothing and kept looking around. he pulled open one of my drawers. I tilted my head.
"Going through my sock drawer now, slater?"
"just checking." He put a smile on, wider than usual. He came and sat next to me. "How're you holding up?"
"... good." I replied, confused. He knew i was fine. "uh.. you?"
"Good!" He put a hand on my back, stiff. I looked at it.
"Y..youre sure..?"
"Im sure!"
After a few minutes, he suddenly left. Confused, I sat up from where id once been laying on his stomach. He was half out the front door when I grabbed hold of his arm. "Whats going on?"
"Nothing, Y/n!" He assures me, that uncanny smile stuck on his face which suddenly looked just too pale.
I watched him rush out. frowning, I sat on the couch.
8pm rolled around. id made myself a salad and was eating it, watching the news. My mom came in from work, tired.
"Hi, momma." I greeted, bracing for her disappointment of my return.
But what she said, I hadnt expected.
"Baby, hi! Welcome home!" She even rushed over and hugged me.
"Wh- um.. whats going on..? are you drunk?" I lean back.
