Over My Dead Body

IV. Bloody mess

***Dedicated to i_have_ur_chocolate. Thank you so much for your many comments. I loved each and every one of them***

The redness surrounded me. Everywhere I looked I could see the bright red color of blood. I didn't know where it came from, just that it was there. The smell of the blood penetrated my nose and almost made me puke. I pressed my hand against my nose to keep the smell from entering. It kind of worked. I started to make my way through the bloody mess, but I kept on returning to the same room filled with blood. I couldn't escape it. The truth hit me hard. The realization that there was no escaping this made my heartbeat rise. Panic was starting to flow through my veins and my head begged me to scream. So I did. I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I woke up, still screaming.

I should be familiar with this dream already. After every dead end, my mind thought that it was necessary to let me go through the same dream every time.

I must say that I disagree. I hated this bloody nightmare. The adrenaline from the dream was still running through my veins. Sleep didn't come easily after that. I just lay in bed with my eyes open, waiting for sleep to come back, but it left me hanging. I sighed. 

I must have drifted off because I suddenly woke up because of a noise coming from my living room. I get up and look around. I can't see anything except from the vague contours of my furniture. It's really dark. I opened the door to my living room, grabbing a bat as I walk through the door. I hold the bat as my defense. I see a figure standing beside my desk. My body froze at first, but I quickly came to my senses.

"What are you doing?" I shouted as I lifted my bat, ready to hit this person if necessary.

The figure cursed and fled back to the entrance. I chased the figure, but it was too late. When I arrived at the entrance the person was long gone.

"Shit," I cursed.

I went back inside to check if anything was missing. All the drawers of my desk had been opened and I could tell someone had searched through them. I wondered what this person was looking for. All my money and valuable things were still here. This hadn't been a regular break-in, there was something more about it, but I couldn't quite but my finger on it. I decided to let it go for the night and focus on it in the morning. As I walked back into my bedroom, my eyes fell on the box.

Suddenly, it hit me. This person wasn't looking for things to steal, he or she had been looking for this box which meant that the box was valuable and that there was something about it that I hadn't discovered yet. I decided to keep it well hidden and lock my doors to keep anyone out. If someone was after the box, the more I wanted to protect it.

I went back to bed, hoping the dreams would stay away from me. They didn't, but fortunately for me, this one was a nice one. Well, sort of. 

"You shouldn't go," I told Connor, pouting my lips.

"I know, but I have to, you know that too. This deal could yield so much money. I have to try," Connor said as he placed one hand on my cheek and caressed it with his thumb. He knew this was my soft spot, he knew I would give in if he'd do this. I knew that he knew, but I still couldn't help myself. I still surrendered at his touch.

"I'm just worried about this one. It's far more dangerous than our usual deals. I'm scared something might happen to you," I whined, still trying to convince him not to go.

"That's why I don't want you to come, it'll be safer if I go alone," he said, leaning closer to me. He pressed his lips against mine with so much passion, my legs turned to jelly. As soon as I recovered from his kiss, I returned it with equal passion. Connor withdrew from our kiss and pressed his forehead against mine, just looking me in the eyes. We stayed like that for a while, because we both realized,

there was a good chance that this would be our last kiss.

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Could it be their last kiss? Or did Connor return?

Stay tuned to find out!

Lots of Love,
Take-It-Or-Leave-It.