Chapter 2

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As I'm fast asleep in my room as it's nearly 2 am, I hear little footsteps walk into my room. I turn around to see Collin, standing in my room holding his owl stuffed animal that Matt gave him. I put on my glasses and notice he's been crying.

"Collin? Hey bud, what's wrong? Are you ok?"

He sniffs his nose a couple of times, "Emmy, I had a bad dweam, a scary man took me away from momma and dadda." He starts to cry even more.

I get out of bed and pick him up and rub my hand up and down his back, "It's ok Collin, you had a nightmare, no scary man is ever going to take you away from mom and dad ok?"

I sit back down on my bed still holding Collin, I can tell by his breathing that he's asleep. I walk him back to his room and lie him down as I do he clings onto my t-shirt and won't let go. So I carry him back to my room and lye him down with me in my bed. As I grab the blankets, his little body shifts over to mine and cuddles with me. Ever since Collin was born, he and I have had this bond, an unbreakable sister-brother bond. Even when I'm mad at him or not in the best of mood, he'll come and snuggle with me till him or I fall asleep. As I wrap my arms securely around him I kiss his head and whisper,

"Goodnight Collin, Emmy loves you".

Chime.

I quickly look up to my phone to see that I've received a new message, when I look to see who it's from, my heart sinks and my stomach drops.

New Text Message from Matt Jacobs:

Hey, I saw Collin's light in his room and saw you carrying him.... is the little man alright?

I don't know if what I'm seeing is real or not since the last time Matt and I talked was 8th grade, and now he's texting me in the middle of the night asking if Collin's ok? Yeah I know he knows Collin and that's Collin's other favorite person in the whole wide world, besides me. It's still sweet that he texts me and asks if he's ok or not. Oh yeah and Matt isn't stalking me or anything, were neighbors, have been since we were little. I don't know if I should text him back, I mean we haven't talked in such a long time. It's weird how Cameron won't even text me asking if Collin is ok when he has nights like this, and its sweet how even though we don't talk as much as we did Matt still asks how he's doing and all that.

I decided to text Matt back,

Yeah he is.... he just had another scary dream, thought he was getting taken away from my parents by this big, mean scary man. I told him that no one would ever take him away from mom and dad. When I was holding him he fell asleep, I went to go put him back in his bed but he wouldn't let go. He's sleeping with me tonight, I didn't feel like fighting over his strong four year old grip, lol. He's just tired... He still sleeps with Mr. Owl.

A few seconds later, I hear another chime. Dang does this boy ever sleep? Why is he texting me still, he could've just read the text and went to bed.

He's having bad dreams again? I'm sorry I know how those are, they suck. That's odd how he thought some man would take him away, especially if that did happen they'd have to go through me to get to him... Yeah I know he has a strong grip, he's a strong boy Em. He used to do that me whenever I was over at your house... Woah, really Mr.Owl? He still sleeps with that old owl? I remember when I got him that too, the look on his face was priceless. I didn't wake you did I?

As I read his text a big smile comes upon my face, Matt's the only one to call me Em, he gave me that nickname when we were little. Matt bought that owl especially for Collin, his favorite animal is the owl. So as his first birthday present he ordered a special owl that had Collin's name in the middle of it and a message. "To little man, aka Collin, Have the best birthday ever bud, I love you. -Matthew"  That was when Matt went by Matthew, now he just goes by Matt. He still cares about my family and I, well my family, he probably doesn't care about me anymore. He cares or not if he woke me, but again it's not a school night, so why would he care?

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