Night Of The Hunter

A Warning Sign

5.

His lips felt like a feather against mine. Like they didn't exist, but it felt so real.

I opened my eyes to see his blue hues staring down at me with a soft smile on his face. His nose nudged mine before his lips trailed off to feather my face with tiny soft kisses.

I giggled, feeling the tingles run down my body as his lips continued their teasing torture making me squirm from underneath him.

Once he was satisfied that he completely covered my face from forehead to chin, he hovered over me, making sure his body wouldn't crush mine.

The smile on his face was now gone as he held himself up with only one hand as his other gently cupped my cheek.

"You have to listen to me." He said. "He's coming after you."

I scrunched my eyebrows up in confusion. "What? Who?"

"It's not me, Bella. But he's coming for you."

My eyes flew open as I gasped for air and bolted up in bed. I looked around my room as I panted. Sweat came off my face as I ripped the blanket from on top of me. I felt like I just ran a marathon, the way my heart was beating and my body worked up with sweat.

As my breath finally steadied itself, I threw my head into the pillows behind me with a sigh.  These dreams felt more realistic every time I had one. It was creeping me out, and it was all due to the fact it only had one person in it.

Aiden.

My guilt told me I had abandoned him. I watched as he stayed behind to take care of the few guards that were after us, seeing the bright blue surge of electricity pulse through his body as he sacrificed himself to save us, to make sure we escaped. I tried to help him, but my sister pulled me away. 

Ever since then, I tried not to think about him. It hurt too much to relive those memories. But since I've been getting these odd dreams for a few months now, I couldn't help but think about him.

I swear, I can feel the imprint of his lips still on my face.

***

I pulled open the heavy front door of Murphy's gym, hearing it slam closed behind me as I walked up the staircase. The strong odor of sweat hit me in the face as I opened up the door upstairs, seeing the gym was almost packed.

To the right was the weightlifters, three bulky men either standing and watching themselves in the mirror as they lifted weights or laying down and working on their core. In the middle were the punching bags and sparring dummies, only two men took those up as they grunted and punched the sand filled bags. And to the left was the boxing ring where there was a practice match going down. A small crowd hovered around to watch as the two men were being instructed on moves and techniques.

I walked further in, walking around the punching bags, trying my best not to make eye contact with any of the sweaty musky men that I sensed were watching me as I walked past them. I looked to my left, seeing Frank look over the ring and nodded once at me. I nodded back as I continued walking straight to the back of the gym and up the circular metal staircase that led to his office which had a upstairs view of the entire gym.

I sat in his leather chair with a sigh as it squeaked to my new added weight and spun towards his desk to see the piles of paperwork around eight inches high. For a man, he was rather organized. Everything was filed in its own marked folders. I guess it had to be since he had more information than google.