Upon A Dream (Sequel to A Beauty and the Tragedy)

Chapter Twenty-Two: It's Not Your Fault

Hey guys! I am sorry for any delays. Here is why: So I updated Word to 2013 and now every time I go to copy my work to Wattpad, Word will crash. I have exhausted everything and have resorted to going "around my elbow to get to my ass (if you will)" and it is absolutely awful (I have had 10 crying fits and 20 crashes in the past 12 minutes). Anyway feels are ahead so grab that popcorn and enjoy!

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"Looking so long at these pictures of you, but I never hold on to your heart. Looking so long for the words to be true. But always just breaking apart, my pictures of you."  Pictures of You by The Cure

Irina

Calm. There was calm. It was all around me and I could feel its white presence wrap itself around me. 

I hadn't experienced it in so long that when I did, I grabbed a hold of it and only turned when I recognized those arms wrapped around me. They were cold, not warm like Chris usually was. After placing my hands on his forearms, I climbed to seize his shoulders and when my hands dug into pure cold, gooey meat I screamed. 

I awoke with a start so violent that I was thrust out of bed and onto the floor beside it. For a long moment, I stared at the ceiling, just trying to steady myself. It's a dream. It isn't real. I reminded myself as the lock clicked open. "Get up, this house is a mess."

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"I'm heading out fora few hours." I wiped my mouth and tried to look uninterested. "Where?" Lance asked as I gathered the dishes. Will had allowed me a few things I could do to stay out of my room; anything that got me closer to getting out, I took.

"Nowhere special. Think you can handle her?" I stood at the sink for a moment, waiting for his response. "Yeah, I got it." I sighed and soaped up the dishes. 

By the time I had finished what few dishes, William had left. I straightened my back and turned, ready to work my charm. A small shriek escaped my lips as Lance closed in on me. 

He placed either hand on the counter, pinning me in my place. He just looked at me, an odd look on his face. 

"You can watch some TV, if you want." I took a deep breath and steadied myself. "Sure." He retrieved another beer from the fridge and I followed him. 

Four episodes ofAmerican Dad later, Lance was starting to sound like the adorable gray alien. "I gotta pee." he said, the arm he had around me moving to push himself up. 

"Here, let me help you." I said, standing. He leaned into me, all his weight threatening to plant me on the ground. I stood firm, a hand around his waist. He stumbled once into the wall and I seized his backside to center his weight. 

My hand hit the hard phone. I bit my lip and slipped it out of his pocket and then helped hold him as he relieved himself. 

"You know Irina. You are such a good person, like you are great." "Oh?" I asked as he turned to me. He nodded. "Okay, I have to pee. Can you make it to the couch?" I asked in my sweetest voice. He nodded and started down the hallway. I sighed deeply. 

"Hey!" My entire body bristled. "Don't take too long." I let out the breath I was holding and replied with a closing of the door.

After locking it, I sat down and dialed his number, praying it was the same one.

Chris

 "Oh and this one! Your first gig!" I shook my head and leaned against the couch. Lizzy gently squeezed my knee and I offered her a smile.