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Hey readers and fans!
Here's chaps 8 :)
So a little warning...you might not get what you want in this chapter.
but you'll love it still, im sure :)
and besides it goes along with the whole surprise that'll be revealed in the end.
and believe me, it is a surprise! it surprised me...
so here's it is
enjoy!
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Chapter 8
*Andrew's POV*
"Jennifer!" Her dad called, "Get your little brother to bed!" I watched Jennifer stand up from where she sat next to me, sighing. The expression on her face hurt me. I wanted so bad to wrap her in my arms and have her head against my chest. Jen is the kind of person I'd never want to see hurt or sad.
She carried Mikey against her chest upstairs to a bedroom.
I followed.
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*Jennifer's POV*
I went upstairs to a bedroom my dad wanted Mikey to sleep in. I opened the door and closed it behind me.
As I placed my brother down on the bed, I heard the door open behind me, but I didn't bother to see who it was. Besides, the room was too dark.
I lay next to Mikey and began patting his back gently to put him to sleep.
I hear breathing. Not mine. Definitely not Mikey's. I got up from the bed and walked over towards the person who came in earlier.
I looked at them closely.
A car must have passed the house as a light shone through the window and onto them.
I took a step back.
"Andrew?" I whispered.
"Yeah?" he answered softly, almost as though he had already fallen asleep.
Well, at least I know it's him. But, why is he here? With me? In a dark room? All (well, not really) alone?
Damn. I was dreaming wasn't I? That nightmare is back. Ugh, wake up Jen, wake up!!!
"Wake up!" I murmured to myself, clenching my teeth.
"What?" Andrew sat up from the bed and looked at me.
"Stop dreaming and wake up dammit!" I started hitting my forehead. Andrew took hold of my wrists.
"Dreaming? Nope, but I think I am," he said. I froze.
He's...touching me. I shook my wrists out of his grasps and took a step back.
"I'm not dreaming? This isn't nightmare? I'm awake-"
"Nightmare? You've had a nightmare?" He interrupted me. I shook my head.
"Wait, why are you here?" He just looked straight at me. It seemed as though he wanted to tell me something, but couldn't speak.
Since I'm already asking questions...
"Andrew, earlier, why did you put your head on my shoulder?"
The way Andrew looked at me...he looked dead.
