Shiver

Chapter 10- Miss Invisible

I wake up, panting. My shirt- well, Kyle's shirt- is dranched in sweat. I haven't had a nightmare in weeks, but that sure as hell was the worst of them. They were always just words roaming through my head. This time however, I actually saw someone, and he looked very familiar.

"Blair, you okay?" Kyle turns the lam on and stares intently at me. 

"Yeah." I muttered under my breath.

"Another one, huh?"

"Yeah. Go back to sleep. I'm going to get some water." and I got out of the bed and walked to the kitchen. I needed some time alone. I needed to figure out what these dreams were about. I sit there, staring at the glass in front of me, wondering if I'll ever be able to remember who I am, or what happened to me that day Kyle hit me with his car.

Suddenly, a noise came from the back of the house. It sounded like someone was knocking. Getting up from the bar, I walk back to my room and see that my window is open. Reluctant it wasn't an actual person knocking, but the window hitting the pane, I go to shut it when a hand grabs me.

"Blair. Remember." I twas the same woman from the gas station. Her fingers grew against my wrist and her nails were digging into my skin. Everything was moving around me and I couldn't breathe. I was beginning to feel dizzy and I passed out. 

When I woke up, I was somewhere else. The fireplace was a lot bigger than the one at Kyle's cabin and the whole place was in dark shades of red and brown. It looked rather depressing. I saw there was a door across the room to escape this place. But, of course, it was locked. I looked around and saw a desk. As I fumbled through the desks, I found a letter opener. This was my chance. I fumbled with the lock on the door for what seemed like hours til I finally gave up. As I started to sit down in front of the fireplace, the silver shined in my eyes and when I looked at it, it seemed to be telling me something. Engraved on the handle, was a name.

E. Stevens

Just then, the door unlocked and I tried to run, but there was nowhere to hide. I had to meet my fate right then and there. Two men walked in, casually talking. One of them, seemed to be smiling and laughing about some thing. The other man ran straight to the bourbon. They were talking as though they hadn't seen me at all. What was going on?

"Please don't harm me." I whispered. My voice didn't want to work; that's how scared I was.

"and then she turns around and screams at Angeline, telling her that her daddy is a lawyer and can beat her up if she didn't give the doll back. Edgar, I had tears in my eyes, it was so funny." The other man just ignored him, drinking his bourbon and looking at his papers.

"Edgar, really? It's not even seven o'clock." one of them said.

"Hello?" I said and still, no one had heard me. They just kept going with their conversation.

"Your point?" 

"Your daughter needs you, especially at a time like this." Edgar froze and stared the man down. If his eyes were daggers, the man would definitely be dead by now.

"I'm sorry, Edgar. I know you are hurting but so is your daughter and she needs you. She can't stay at my house forever, you know. You two have to handle this and it would be better if you did it together." The man paused and started to leave the room. "I'll go get the girls from the tutor, then." and the man walked out. The other man, Edgar, got up and began pacing the area, over and over. After a while, a maid came in and said a few words. After that, some little girls came in. One had burly brown hair, almost the color of mine. The other girl was jumping up and down, with her short, dark right behind her. These two girls show the complete opposite emotions. What was so important about that?

"Hi, Mr. Stevens." the hyperactive girl said, jumping for joy. Edgar just nodded at her and went back to his drink.

"Daddy. I'm going to Angie's house again."

"Yeah." Edgar wouldn't even look at his daughter. He just waved her away like she was nothing to him. The girls started to walk out of the door, when his daughter did a one-eighty and ran to her father. She squeezed him to death as she hugged him. Edgar was so shocked, he didn't know what to do. The little girl started to cry and still, he didn't hug her back. 

"I miss mommy and Kaden too. I miss them too. Daddy-" Edgar rushed away from his daughter, as if he couldn't breathe.

"Enough. I have work to do and Stacey and her father are waiting for you." He said, as he poured himself another drink. The little girl, wiped her tears away and finally left the room. 

Edgar started pacing again until he just finally snapped. He threw his drink into the fireplace. He flipped his desk over and papers were flying all around us. The chairs were demolished, his files were lost and his heart was broken. But, from what?

"How could you do this to me?! You left me here all alone! And for what? Just because I'm not a good person, you take them away!" The man yells above him, talking to God I presume. "If you were mad at me, then point your fingers at me! Kill me! Not them." Edgar fell to the floor, and as the tears sprang to his eyes, it was like a broken dam. Grief and pain spooled off of this man's aura, making me cry. His eyes were screaming for answers to a certain question, the same way mine have been lately.

WHY?

"I didn't need this. Blair didn't need this." He whispered to himself. Blair. He had said MY name. 

And that's when everything went blurry.

I woke up, lying in my bed when I heard laughter coming from the living room. As I got out of bed, I wrapped myself in another one of Kyle's sweaters since the one I was wearing was drenched. Once I was dressed, I followed the happy vibe and went into the living room to see Kyle laying on the couch, watching a comedy film. I jumped onto the couch and cuddled with Kyle. We bundled up under the covers and he kissed me on my forehead, telling me he missed me.

Funny, I was starting to miss me too.

Picture of Blair's Dad