Cecilia's Dream
"Stop! Stop tickling me Dylan! Stop" laughter ringing through my parents house.
"You threw cookie dough at me, and you expect to not get a punishment?!? Nuh-uh... Not happening."
"I wave a white flag! Please!" My laughter unstoppable.
"Don't ever wave a white flag on this love." He stops tickling me and holds my arms in his.
"I wouldn't dare."
"You're pretty daring."
"Not with you."
"Good."
"CeCe? Dylan? Dinners ready!" My mom shouts through the house.
"We're on our way down!"
"Be quick!" I am told by my mother. I turn back to Dylan and he's staring at a picture while leaning on the window.
"What's wrong?" I ask him as I inch closer.
"You'll leave me one day. And when that day comes, I won't live to see the next one."
"I'm not leaving you, Dylan. I'd never."
"You will. But I won't let you go. I'll never... Let you go."
End of Dream
Jordan's pov
It's a cold, eerie and cloudy winter night. The birds have long fled from these parts in search of some place warmer. The sun has decided to punish those of us that are doing wrong by not appearing. And the luna refrains from showing us it's hopeful, comforting glow. I injected Cecilia this morning with a substance I cannot remember at the moment when she began to awake, and in no time she was fast asleep like before. This time, I left her veins alone. Allowing her to wake up when the shot wore off.
"Jordan? Where... Where are we?"
"A run down factory in Harlem."
"Harlem? Why?"
"He told me to."
"Who told you to? What did they tell you to-" her eyes widen when she looks down, noticing the chains, handcuffs, and ankle cuffs around her. "J-Jordan... What the hell are you-"
"Shut up! You, just shut the hell up okay?" Her eyes begin to water as she attempts to wiggle out of the chains. Giving up, she lifts her head toward the ceiling.
"Help! Somebody help me, please!"
"Shut up!" I yell. Running across the open space and slapping her hard across the face when I reach her. She cries out in pain and my blood goes from boiling, to ice cold, as I wonder if she's okay. "Goddamnit- I told you to shut up! Fuuuuu- are you okay?" I hear nothing but whimpers. Her hair covers hair face in a wild mess as she stares down at the ground. Her left hand rests across her cheek, and her shoulders face the right.
"If you just shut up, I'll get you food. Don't go anywhere or... Or I'll..." I clench my jaw and reach in the back my pants pulling out a gun. I click the safety off and hold it to her head. "Or I'll take your breath away. Along with your memories. Along with your life... Do you understand me?" She doesn't move, doesn't speak, so I push the gun to her head harder. "I'm speaking to you! Do you understand me?!"
"Yes! Yes! I understand you! Please don't hurt me!" I stare at her long before turning my back and grabbing my keys from the conveyer beside her. Sighing after realizing I haven't slept since before last night.
Cecilia's Pov
"I'll be right back. Don't move."
"Why." I hear myself say under my breath.
"What?" he responds.
"Why. Why me?"
"I don't know."
"Say something meaningful."
"I can't."
"Why."
"Nothings worth meaning."
"Not even me?"
"Nothing is worth meaning when nothing makes sense. And nothing- m, make sense."
I hear him breathing and his boots squeak across the wet floor. A loud thud sounds and bright light shines in my face. My hand aiding to my face for shelter from the bright light. I turn my head, but the light is gone and the loud thud sounds once more. Looking around in the old rusty factory, it is only my thoughts and I here in this swallowing darkness as he did turn the lamp off when he left. As another tear falls down my cheek my eyes get heavy, sending me into a deep sleep.
"I'll never... Let you go. (go.)"
And the Chains around me get a little heavier as the memory of never being let go, sinks in.
NEW POV
As I drive listening to any song on the radio, I feel clearer. like the world has opened up to me somehow. Jordan thinking he's gone completely insane. No pun intended, we've been heading down this river for a long time, Jordan and I. He was just never inform he was on the boat. I think it's pretty terrible of me to use his mental disease against him though. He has no clue why he's doing what he's doing. Or even who is ordering him to do it all! And I come to the rescue evvvvery time... Here to be the hero. "Thanks for having my back Ian." he'd say. "You're always around when I need you man." "I love you, bro." Sad isn't it? But, oh well. we can't all be heroes. All of us have a little dirt on our capes... Right?
Authors note- hey everybody! Chilling isn't it? Sorry that its so short. We've still got a long way to go till the ending, so don't think this is the resolution! We've only just begun. I've begun writing the thriller part to this book now, so we can really get in deep around Halloween time. give you something good to read as you plan your dentist appointments. :) We got a lot of drama headed our way and the future is looking bright for all you readers out there. Not so bright for the characters though. Anyways just wanted to tell you this isn't anywhere near the end! Hope youre enjoying! Please, please, please vote, and comment what you think! Thanks!
xo, Christi
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