Caught In A Dream

Chapter Three: The Proposal

     I woke up to the voice announcing the winner of the battle from the night before. 

     "The winner of last nights battle was Tine Fox. Vanessa was killed and is now dead forever."

     I started crying and Chuck pulled me close in his arms.

     "Hey hey hey, it's gonna be okay. Everything will be alright. I love you," he stroked my hair rocking me back and forth in his arms. 

     I started to calm down but I was still crying. He calms me down with every word, but he still can't stop this nightmare. 

     "I just wanna get out of this hellhole!" I screamed.

     "I know I know." He kissed my forehead. 

     "How bout we go downstairs and cook some breakfast?" 

     "Okay," I said with a sniffle.

     He tangled our hands together and lead me downstairs. I made hash browns and bacon. 

     Bailey walked in and sat at the table. Chuck was already sitting at the table watching me in case I broke down again.

     I set the pans on the table so they could make their own plates. I had one slice of bacon Bailey had two and Chuck had five. 

     I also made blueberry muffins. When Chuck put one up to his mouth to bite it I swooped in and bit it. He glared at me then pulled me in for a kiss. 

     "Gross!" Bailey teased.

     "What's gross?" Chuck questioned.

     "You two!" 

     "Its not gross! You're gross!" He pulled me in for a longer kiss.

     "Stop it!" I laughed.

     We all laughed and finished eating. 

     "Today is cleaning day." I announced.

     "Why?" Bailey and Chuck asked.

     "This house is a fucking mess!" I said irritated.

     Scared they both shut up and nodded.

     "Chuck you clean the bedrooms and bathrooms. Bailey you and I will clean everything else."

     We all started cleaning slowly. I found a radio and turned it on. Music flowed through the house making cleaning much more enjoyable. 

     Chuck walked into the living room and grabbed me and we started dancing. For one moment this place didn't feel to bad. Then the voice spoke. 

     "Today's fighters are, Mark Tompson. Male 34. Jeff Hunter. Male 32."

     I dropped the broom that was in my hand and realized I was still trapped in this nightmare.

     Chuck ran over to me and held me in his arms. 

     Baliey walked into her room and closed the door. I heard loud crying. Jeff was her older brother. She must not of known he was here.

     "Hey?" Chuck looked into my eyes.

     "Yes?" 

     "We might not make it out of here. I might not. I want you to marry me before I die."

     "What?" 

     Chuck got down on his knees and held my hands in his. "Will you make this nightmare seem far less worse and marry me?"

     "Yes!" I smiled and hugged him.

     He lifted me up in the air and kissed me like they do in the movies. 

     "I love you," he whispered in my ear.

     "I love you too." I smiled.