Britney's P.O.V
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"Alex!" I shouted loudly as I ran through the dark empty corridor.
I couldn't see anything, all the surrounded me was a deep darkness. It almost felt as if it was alive, crawling all around me and engulfing me into a never ending black hole.
"Alex!" I shouted louder this time, tears beginning to cloud my vision.
A deep chuckle caused me to stop abruptly.
The space around me suddenly became much colder, my hairs stood on end.
"A-Alex?" I whispered softly as I looked around me trying to make out anything from the darkness.
"Alex isn't here to protect you this time sweetheart." his deep voice broke through the darkness, seeming deeper and even more intimidating than when you could see him.
I closed my eyes tightly as I felt the air around me constrict making it nearly impossible to breath.
"He's not going to stop me again." this time his voice was closer, clearer.
"Cole, please." I whimpered cupping my hand over my mouth.
"This time, youre mine." I felt his warm breath trickle down my neck as his arms wrapped around me quickly, yanking me back into the darkness.
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I shot up from my bed with a scream, a thin layer of sweat covering my body.
I looked around my room breathing heavily and attempting to catch my breath.
That was horrible, it felt so real. It honestly felt like more of a memory than a dream.
Why would I call for Alex?
I sighed and closed my eyes doing my best to just shake the dream away.
That's all it was after all, just a dream. No need to make a fuss over it.
Looking over at my clock I realized it was only 10:30, I know that's late for most people but for me and Nia thats very early.
Knowing I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep I got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom to splash water on my face.
I went through my usual morning routine and I had practically forgotten everything about the dream.
Everything except me calling for Alex of course.
As I made my way down stairs to get started on my breakfast, I heard the loud engine of what sounded like a motorcycle coming closer.
At first I shrugged it off and continued preparing myself a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch, until I remembered the only people in town who had motorcycles.
My heart stopped when I heard the loud engine cut dead in front of our house.
A few seconds later, it was replaced by loud knocking.
I was debating wether or not I should answer the door or not, but then I remembered I had no choice, Nia was sleeping and this knocking was atomic.
I hurried over and opened the door a crack just as his fist was about to come in contact with the wood yet again.
I was at a loss for words when I looked up at him.
It was the first time I had ever been able to actually see him, other than the day with Drew but that was quick.
Now I could really see him.
His his dark black hair was tousled in all directions, most likely from riding his bike. His eyes shifted from a shade of emerald to jade depending on the sun, light indents of dimples on his cheeks. His height and size of course towering over me like a true skyscraper.
