The Monster Under My Bed

Chapter 3

*Dream*

I was at a pond. Weird, i don't think I've ever had any of my dreams at a pond.

"I'm sorry I scared you in your last dream." I heard a familiar voice say, but the tone was so unfamiliar it wasn't enraged or scary like it had been for as long as I could remember.

I didn't really want to turn around. What if this was a trick?

I couldn't believe him so easily..
Though I wanted to.

"Was that a sincere sorry?" I muttered. I didn't really know if Xander could hear me, but he proved me wrong when he said "of course it was sincere.."

"I don't really know what to think Xander. You haven't really been showing me a gentle side of you lately." I said my tone hard, yet gentle if that was even possible.

"I know, I don't want to hurt Rosie. I really don't, but if I don't. I won't ever see you again."

This was confusing. What was Xander even talking about?

Xander was mean.

Xander was vicious.

Xander was an enraged hurricane and would always be.

Xander however wasn't this.

Sweet.

Sincere.

Heartfelt.

To be honest, I was scared that he'd lost whatever heart he had when we were kids..

Or well I was a kid and Xander a monster under my bed.. However he seemed more like a monster inside my head.

"What do you mean by if you don't hurt me you won't see me again?" (A/N WhAt Do YoU MeAn when you nod your head YES but you wanna say NO)

"I'm not even suppose to be showing a soft side now.. It's kind of hard to explain though." Xander said running his hand through his black ruffled hair.

"I got time." I said turning around to look at Xander.

Hopefully I'll be taking a long nap to hear what he has to say..

"The monster council is what they're called or we sometimes call them The Boogeymen Council. The boogeymen council are the monster leaders for us Boogeymen. The council have the job of assigning us boogeymen to a human that we can host. Take over their dreams and turn them into nightmares. Not many boogeymen find the one to host in their early ages of life, usually they don't find the person to host around fifteen or older. However, I was the first ever boogeymen to find the perfect person to host at the age of one. I didn't even know what the heck my job was or what I was assigned for. I wasn't even trained for my assigned job at the time. All I knew was that you were the one and that I needed to host you.. I needed to be your absolute nightmare though all I really wanted to be was your dream. I don't want to be a boogeyman. I don't want to hurt you, Rosie. It mentally and physically hurts me when there's even one tear that leaves your eye." At the end of Xander's sentence his voice broke and he started to break down.

Tears streamed down Xander's face. That didn't break me though, that didn't phase me. Though what did break me was the croaking and choking sound he made. He truly sounded so broken and I hated that he had that effect on me. The effect to forgive and forget all he'd done to me. All the torture and torment he'd done, but I couldn't help it because right now all I felt was bad, horrible, and completely heartbroken that Xander felt this way.

For me.

He felt this way because all he did.

He cares for me.

I threw my arms around Xander's neck and nuzzled my head into his neck. Xander's arms made their way around my waist and crushed me as close as possible to his body.



"I'm sorry." Xander murmured over and over.

"It's okay." I whispered.

"It's not, I hurt you. I made you cry. You've been through hell because of this stupid assigned job. I hate that they make me make you feel like this. It's not fair, you should have a normal life or something close to normal. I'm going to make this better, you better." Xander croaked out, choking on a few words here and there due to crying so much and the hurt that he was feeling.

This new part of Xander that he was now showing me was really confusing. I always wondered what he would be like if he had even a tiny bit of good in him, but this was completely unexpected. Xander was completely hurt at the fact he's hurt me. Though it could be a trick.. As much as I wanted to believe his words, he was a great actor and could play the sweet, good boy role amazingly.

His crying and broken sounded so sincere and heartfelt though.

I have to play along with this sweet, sincere, and heartfelt Xander if I wanted to know if this was the real him or if this was just one of his sick, cruel jokes.

A thought occurred to me.

"What's your council going to say about this dream? Aren't you supposed to be scaring me?" By now Xander and I were pulled away from each other, no longer hugging.

Xander was biting his lip nervously.

"As long as I'm giving you a good scare regularly or every other day we should be fine. Just know that when I scare you I don't mean it. I don't mean to hurt you and I'll try to dial down the scare as much as I can." I nodded at Xander's words.

"Can we hang out more like this on Sundays?" I asked truly curious.

"Yeah Rosie, we can hang out like this more on Sundays." Xander said softly.

Xander sighed making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"It's time for you to go." he muttered. Xander moved closer to me as I felt myself fading out of the dream, but before I could fully fade out Xander gave me a swift 3 second kiss on the cheek. Not like I was counting or anything...

*
I woke up from my dream relaxed. I've had a few good dreams surprisingly, but that had to be the best dream I've had yet.

I could still feel Xander's kiss on my cheek...

I brought my left hand to my left cheek and brushed it where Xander's lips were for 3 seconds.

I'm glad there seems to be a change in Xander, but I can't help but doubt his intentions and whether or not acting soft is a joke to him..

Guess I'll just have to find out, but for now I have to get ready for jail.

I mean school oops.