Angel

Chapter 7

I got out of bed and started to get ready. I slipped on a white spaghetti strap tank top, a red skin tight top, faded blue jeans and black Converse. I slipped hooped earrings into my ears. I went in the small bathroom I had in my apartment and began the process of straightening my hair to perfection and applying a little make up.Once I was satisfied with how I looked, I stepped out of the bathroom and noticed Avery was still asleep on the couch. Carefully so I wouldn't wake him, I tiptoed out of my room and out the front door.

As soon as I looked up my father was standing right in front of me. "I told you I wasn't done." He hissed and threw me to the ground. He began punching me and kicking me until I was nothing but a rag doll for him to play with. All of this commotion surely would've awoken Avery but I prayed it didn't. Nothing ever goes my way, right? Avery stepped one foot out of my apartment door and his neck was snapped. I screamed bloody murder.

And then I woke up.

I was still screaming as I woke up and Avery came over and tried to comfort me. "Rose, what's wrong?" He entered my head.

"He was in my dream." I whispered frantically as I was sobbing into his shoulder.

"What happened in the dream?'' he asked as I started to calm down.

"First I was just getting ready to start the day and I stepped out of my apartment and he was standing right in front of me. He grabbed my wrists and threw me on the ground." I winced as I remember how much it hurt. "And?" he prompted.

"And he started punching me and kicking me until I was like a rag doll that he could do with as he pleased. And then you heard all the commotion and came outside of my apartment and he snapped your neck. That's when I woke up screaming." I started sobbing again. He let me lay my head on his chest and he started stroking me hair contently and I snuggled into his chest.

"Well I should probably start getting ready."

"Are you sure?" He asked.

I nodded and went into the bathroom and slipped on what I had on in my dream and straightened my hair. I started to turn the doorknob to the front door but then I thought better of it. I looked out the peephole and saw him there. My father. That wasn't just some crazy dream. That was what was going to happen.

Avery was going to die.