You Can Trust Me.

Chapter 8- Morning

~Allison's P.O.V~

It was dark. I was running as fast as I could. Something... someone was chasing me. I had to get away. Tears burned my eyes, and my legs were worn out from running so much. He was right behind me. If I stopped to rest, I'd be dead in a matter of seconds. Running. Stilll running. I ran into a dead end, and as I turned around to run somewhere else, there he was. There were two, whitish floating people beside him. Mom. Brother. It seems as if only I was the one who could see them. My pursuer walked towards me, and grabbed my hair with much unessecary force.

"Where did you think you were going, princess?" my father stood before me.

The two ghostly figures behind him started chanting something. "He'll take your life, and you'll be with us. He'll take your life, and you'll be with us. He'll take your life, and you'll be with us." They repeated over and over again.

I tried to wiggle out of his grip, but failed horribly. He gave me one hard slap across my face, leaving my cheek stinging. He threw me on the ground and beat me until my whole body was numb and covered with blood. I laid there on the floor, like a snow angle. He towered over me, and pulled something from out his pocket and pointed it directly at my face.

"It's time for daddies little princess to go with mommy and brother." he said, with the ghost still chanting behind him. There was a loud bang, and I woke up, and there was a loud beeping that i didnt know where it was coming from. I sat up quickly and looked around the room I was in. At first I didnt know where I was, then the memories starting filling back into my mind.

I was in Collin's room.

I sighed and closed my eyes, running my hands up my face and through my hair. Horrorfying nightmare. I've had worse, but this one just really bothered me. I was sitting on something warm and I looked down to see Collin right under me.

"Morning." he awkwardly smiled. I was straddling him. What the actual fuck? I jumped off and hit the floor. I didnt mean to hit the floor... whatever, at least I was off of him.

"You get hurt a lot." he chuckled as if everything was fine. No! I told him to sleep on the floor! Why was he in the bed?

"Collin, why the actual fuck were you in the bed? I told you to take the floor!" I stood up and crossed my arms.

"Uh, you might want to get back under the covers." he looked me up and down, then turned to silence that annoying beeping. The he went back under the covers.

"No! I'm not getting back in there with you!" I huffed.

"Fine. Stand there with no pants on."

I looked down, and remembered I took off my jeans to sleep. I gasped and ran back under the covers as he smirked at me.

"Shut up. Why were you in the bed?"

"Because I feel alseep during our all nighter. And you did too."

"Alright... but why were you under me?"

"I think the real question should be, why were you on top of me?" he smirked.

He was right... why the hell was I on top of him?

"Exactly. Neither of us knew how we ended up sleeping like that. The only explaination is that we're both really weird sleepers." he sat up and leaned againts the head board, just like I was doing.

"This never happened, okay?"

"Okay." he got out of the bed, stil wearing only boxers, and he went inside his closet. I kind of just sat there on his bed, not knowing what to do. So, I decided to go on Twitter. I hate Facebook because, well, I have no friends. And the same thing with Instagram. But not with Twitter. Twitter, I just have a bunch of random people following me. They're like my internet friends. They dont know anything about me, so they dont judge me. Perfect. I sent out a tweet saying "#awkwardmornings waking up with no pants on right in front of yur olny guy friend? #embarrassing" Then I quickly got retweets and responses. This is why I loved Twitter.