I was reading. It was the same Book as earlier, but the words where blurred and a strange symbol was glowing in my peripheral vision.
Uh oh. That only happened when whatever I was about to see was going to come true. I don't tell anyone about these dreams, even if I want to. For some reason they just feel so... Private. Like they're only meant for me, even if they're about someone else.
I robotically put the book down right as Thomas came storming into my room, a smile playing on his lips despite his heavy steps.
" I didn't sneak up on you this time." he said, plopping onto the couch next to me. I felt myself smile and say " No, you didn't, but you did forget something." he looked panicked for a split second before he saw something on my face and laughed.
" no I didn't." he pulled a chocolate bar out of his pocket. I grinned, reaching for it. He snatched my wrist and pulled me so I was plastered against him, gasping. " uh uh, I get something first." he looked at me meaningfully and I laughed at him, leaning down and pressing my lips on his. He responded immediately.
What the hell!? I attempted to pull out of the dream, but just got sucked in more. I felt his hands riding my shirt up as he gripped my waist and felt my hands run down his chest and over his shoulders as we continued kissing until my fingers wrapped around something on the back of the couch. I lept back and away from him, landing on my bed, candy bar in hand.
" hahahaha! I win!" I cried, waving the bar in the air. He bared his teeth at me and I wanted to scream I terror. My dream self just laughed at him.
" you'd never bite my you crazy. You love me too much." he smiled immediately, making his way over to me.
" wanna bet?"
I bolted up out of bed, waking Finn instantly as well. " what the hell?" he murmured, rubbing his eyes.
" sorry. Go back to sleep." I gasped out. His eyes sprang open. " did you have another Guy nightmare!?" he asked. I shook my head furiously. Guy was an old boyfriend of mine who had tried to hang me. Sometimes I had nightmares, but not often. " no. Go back to sleep." he gave me a long look, then nodded and waited for me to lay back down before draping an arm over my middle and resting his head on my pillow. I stroked his arm around me absently, a habit I needed to kick. Anytime I was stressed I had to compulsively stroke something.
Could Thomas really be a vampire? My dream self obviously thought so, and those stupid symbols never lie, they always came true. So that means- what, exactly? That everyone else who is an exchange student under my dads roof is one too?
Oh God, does dad know!? Does he know that he is willingly letting those kinds of... Of... THINGS into our household and letting them roam free?
But if my dream self excepted it, then technically how could I not? If me and Thomas would eventually end up.... Close.... Like that, then what could I do really, but except it?
Hell, maybe it was just a really wacky dream. It took me three minutes before I realized that my gut was what was keeping me from believing that. It knew instantly when I has heard that wacky fairy tale of dads that something was wrong with these people.
Oh God! The story! If it was true, then what in the hell exactly am I!?
YOU ARE READING
Inheritance from mummy dearest
Teen FictionI don't remember what this is about, or where I was going with this story line. it's been years since I even glanced at it. To be honest, I didn't even remember posting it.
