Save Me From Myself

Chapter 9

💙TREVOR'S POV💙

Lyzah and I walked hand in hand back to my house, occasionally hearing yelling from next door. Lyzah got her temper from both her mother and her father. But Lyzah would never hit another person just for the fun of it. Sure, she might get into a fight now and then, but she'd never act like her father.

Once we were inside, I closed the back sliding glass door, and grabbed Lyzah by the waist, and pulled her towards me. Her back hit my chest with a thud, and she let out a small yelp.

"Where do you think you're going." I asked in a low raspy voice, kissing her neck.

"You scared the crap out of me. And no where special, why?" She replies, looking up at me.

"Sorry, love. I didn't mean to scare you, I was just wondering where you were going that's all." I said, leaning down and kissing her nose.

"I was just going to go lay down, that's all." She said, standing on her tip toes to kiss me.

"Alright, love. I'll be down here if you need me, okay?" I said, letting her go and kissing her cheek.

She smiled and blushed. "Okay. I'll be down later." She said, kissing me.

Once Lyzah was down the hall, and the bedroom door was closed, I started cleaning the kitchen. I started with the counters. I grabbed the Windex from under the kitchen sink, and a washcloth from a drawer.

I sprayed the multi-colored granite counter with the Windex, then wiped it off using the white 5 in. by 5 in. washcloth, leaving the counter clean enough to where I can see my reflection. After I was done with the counters, I went back to the kitchen sink. I grabbed the stainless steel cleaner and put the Windex back. I turned to the fridge, and sprayed it with the cleaner. I wiped the fridge with the other side of the washcloth, then stood back to get a good look at it.

Once I was satisfied with the shininess of the counters and the refrigerator, I grabbed some Cheddar flavored Pringles and plopped my fat self on the couch. I turned on the TV and found that NCIS was on. Like always, McGee and Tony are getting slapped, Zeva is saying everything backwards, Ducky is finding out what happened, and I have no clue what Abby is saying 98% of the time.

After it was over, I remembered I needed to do dishes. I stood up, stretched, and went to the kitchen. There weren't that many dishes, so I rinsed the food off of the plates and placed them in the dishwasher. I was on the last dish when I heard Lyzah scream. I froze in my tracks, listening. She screamed again, and I dropped the plate. I heard the plate shatter, but I wasn't worried about that. Her screams continued, so I sprinted towards our room.

I hope she's okay.

💟LYZAH'S POV💟(during the dream)

I'm about 14 years old, and my mother and father were happy because it was their anniversary. I automatically knew this was a dream, but I couldn't find it in me to wake myself up.

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"Lyzah, honey. We have a surprise for you." My father said, smiling at me.

"Really? What is it?!" I asked excitedly. I love surprises.

"Just stand there and close your eyes, honey." My mother said, placing her hand over my eyes, urging me to close them.

Before I could react, someone had picked me up and slung me across their shoulder. There was a bandana or something over my eyes, I couldn't open them.

"Wha-Where are we going?" I asked nervously, I do not like this. Not one bit.

"You'll find out sooner or later. Now quiet, bitch." My father said sternly, smacking the bottom of my bare foot.