Midnight's Plea

Chapter Five - Crazy

Chapter Five

Crazy

The next day Melony called me, and invited my Mom and me over to her house for dinner. My mind was swarming with names and decisions. But over that, I could feel excitement pumping through my veins. I was finally going to see the inside of Melony's house.

"Midnight; Get ready, it's almost time to go!" yelled my mom from downstairs. I had decided to wear a knee-length black lace dress, along with black panty hose, and ankle high leather boots. I questioned my looks in the mirror, and smiled. If you minus my outrageous purple eye bags, I looked pretty hot. My waist length curls were pulled into a pony tail, and I had on small silver hoop earrings.

"Hello beautiful," said a voice behind me. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I knew that voice. It was the voice I woke up to every morning in the as asylum, the voice that pulled me through torture, and made everything worth it. 

"Zeke," I cheered, nearly jumped out of my skin. Perched in my windowsill was Zeke. He wore black suit pants, and a black tie with a white collared shirt. I took him in my arms, and he smiled. He kissed me delightfully, and I gripped his hair in no effort to let go. He - obviously overpowering me - gently slid me off, and then smiled back in response.

"Midnight, if you don't come now I'm leaving you!" yelled mom, impatiently.

"Can I bring a friend?!" I yelled back in response. I could hear her footsteps coming up the stairs in surprise. She burst in, and shock crossed her face as she once again took in the boy standing next to me.

"Trevor," she said filling his name with respect, "I haven't seen you since prom." He smiled, and walked over to her.

"They call me Zeke now." Her eyes widened, and I walked her into the hallway. 

"I'll explain after dinner," I whispered. She nodded, and told Zeke he could come.

"One condition though," she said sternly, "no boys in my daughter's room!" He nodded calmly, and we walked out to my mom's bright red Mercedes.

"Delightful!" cheered Doctor Walker, "I had no idea Midnight had a boyfriend!" I blushed, and took an open seat next to Melony who seemed happy. Did that mean this night was going to turn out okay?

"Zeke," replied my handsome boyfriend.

"Peter," answered my mom's new addition to our life. His smile seemed to stay glued to his face as he ate dinner, and watched Melony, Zeke, and I eat. At first it was awkward, and then it became natural out of nowhere.

Zeke's eye started to twitch.......

I looked to him with confused eyes, and saw how the expression in his face started to change. Trevor was coming back.

It was plain on his face; the lust, and desire burned brighter than a flame. He would do anything to get his hands on me, and I knew if we stood in plain sight it wouldn't be safe for either of us.

"I'm sorry to interrupt our beautiful dinner and decor, but Zeke and I need to talk." He looked to me with mysterious longing eyes. He was stuck in the middle of different personalities; half longing to protect me, and half longing to love me. His personnel was so different, it seemed like I didn't know this stranger.

I grabbed his arm, and yanked him into the hallway.

An evil smile crept onto his lips, and his bright happy-go-lucky green eyes looked darker although the color stayed the same. He took me into his arms, and kissed me with lust-fueled passion. After twenty incredibly long seconds he let me breath.

"Hey Trevor," I said breathlessly. He smiled, and grabbed a hand full of my hair. "Stop! This isn't my house, remember." That caught him off guard. Did he not know about his other caring personality? Zeke obviously knew about Trevor, so how did Trevor not know about him?

After a second he shrugged and let me go.

"We'll finish this later," he declared, "I've got plans for you!' He licked his lips, and his eyes gleamed with desire. He laughed quietly, and guided me back to the table.

The rest of the night we continued the 'Zeke' charade until it was time for us all to go home. Trevor left without a word, but a reassuring smile. I groaned, and the car ride home was silent.

"So what is it with Trevor?" Mom asked as we lay sprouted on her king-sized bed. "What up with the whole 'Zeke' thing?"

"Well...." the words trailed off into space. Should I really tell her what happened to him? Should I tell her about all those years I spent in the asylum before she rescued me? Should I tell her I was in love with Zeke/Trevor, the crazy split up, sadistic teenage boy? Or would she just think I was crazy? "Trevor has another......" She froze, like I half expected her to.

"You’re dating a boy with a split personality," she finally concluded. I nodded yes, and she took me into her arms. "Well it's good they both know you." I was taken aback. How did she know-? "My last marriage was like that. I found a guy that completely knocked me off of my feet, and two years later he switched personalities, and moved on to some chick named Dana. Never saw him after that." I held on to her tighter. At least she knew what that was like. "So how did you meet Zeke?"

It was time I confessed everything to her. So I did. I told her absolutely everything - The asylum, Zeke, Trevor, the kidnapping, the torture, and the voices. To my surprise, she didn't mock me, laugh at me, or say that something has gone into my head. She actually smiled and told me she understood what I was going through.

"The same thing went on with my mom. She always chanted 'he's coming, he's coming', but I never knew who she was talking about until I met him in the alley. He was tall, pale, and muscular with incredible features. He took me away that day, and scared me for life. I'll never forget the things he did to me. He even left a real scar for me to remember him by." She slid the side of her usually covered legs to reveal a deep scar that wrapped around her ankle and resembled a snake. "I was only fourteen, and he, ha, he d-." Her sentence cut off, and her eyes filled with tears. I couldn't stand seeing her like this. She was my mom- more of a real mother than my real mother was, and hearing these horrible things about what happened in her life was nearly unbearable. "He killed my mom," she whispered, her voice cracking with emptiness and sadness.

It was my turn to cry. We cried together, staining the bed with our mixed feelings and tears, and overall I felt joy; Joy for knowing that I had people in my life that understood joy for having the feeling of belonging and warmth.

"That's why I don't judge you Midnight. You’re different, and you let nobody get to you- just like her." That took me off guard, but left me feeling happy. I have people in my life who don't think I'm crazy.

Maybe that's why Zeke got into the asylum in the first place.

I repeated the words in my mind like I knew them by heart. I love you Midnight. I think I would really go crazy without you.