Iaavsts and I were walking down to the tennis courts. We passed by a green car, and the driver was my dad.
"Dad, you can go now." He shot me a glare in response. Iaavsts and I walked down to the very last court. We played a few games.
I got a Skype message.
"Come back to the house right now."
It was my dad...
"How did you find my Skype?"
"Doesn't matter. Get back here right now. I'm taking you home."
"You said I could go!"
"It's called changing your mind, dumbass"
"Go away!"
A couple seconds later, I heard a single gunshot echo through the air. People in the first few courts screamed.
"This is your last warning dumbass. Come here, or I'm going after your friend."
"I swear to god if you so much as fucking touch her I'll slit your damn throat. Come and find me fatass. I'll be waiting."
I hurled my iPod at the ground. Iaavsts jumped. "Roger? Why'd you do that?!"
"We have to go. Now. Right now!" She looked at me, confused. I tripped her and carried her like a bride. "Ah! Roger, what-" I cut her off. "My dad. He's going to hurt you. I won't let him fucking touch you."
I ran to the wall. She adjusted to koala mode while I ran, so I went full speed at the wall. I went up, and grabbed the chain link fence above it.
I ran and ran and ran, feeding off my rage. I'll never let him fucking touch her...
We ended up at my house. I went in and locked the door behind me. We went into the living room. Shots rang out at the front door. He's shooting the hinges out. He knew clef the front door down and barged in, a shotgun in his hands.
I run to the kitchen, grabbed the biggest knife I could find, and came back.
"Iaavsts, you have to run. The back door. Go. Don't look back."
"What?! But-"
"Iaavsts. You have to go. Now." I pull her into a kiss. "Iaavsts. I love you. Now GO!"
She runs to the back door. She takes one last glance at me, and disappears.
I look back at my dad. "You're dead, boy. You should have listened. " He pumps the shotgun, loading another round.
I roar in pure rage and defiance, and rush him, knife raised.
I wake up.
YOU ARE READING
My Dream Book
Random"Should I make a dream book?" "No I shouldn't." "Why shouldn't I?" "Because it's gonna be fucking embarrassing!" "Your fucking embarrassing." "Fuck you!" "What time" "..." "..." "..." "Bitch I'm making that dream book."
