A Killer Loves Me

Chapter Sixteen

I open my eyes to find myself in a small room. I'm strapped to a chair in the center. It is dimly lit by a small lamp in the corner, and there is no handle on the door.

I pull at my wrist trying to loosen the rope, but it just digs into my skin. After a while of pulling I stop, because my wrist start to bleed. I just lay my head back on the chair and think about my situation.

Suddenly the door opens and in comes a guy with dark hair and bright blue eyes. I feel like I recognize him from somewhere.

That's when I realize he's the guy that I used to dream about. In my dreams he would come and rescue me from trouble, but this is the exact opposite.

"Hello Abbi. I'm sure you're wondering who I am." He says. "I am." I tell him.

"My name is Shane. I also bet your wondering why you always dreamt about me when you were smaller. Why my image has always haunted your memory." He says.

"How do you know that?" I ask. "You don't remember me?" He asks. "Should I?" I ask.

"You don't remember how we would play in the meadow together? How we would spend every waking second with each other? We were in love with each other. Then you just left, moved away. And you made yourself believe I was just a figment of your imagination." He tells me.

"What are you talking about?" I ask as I look at him weirdly.

"I'm Shane Stevens. Your old best friend, old boyfriend, old neighbor. We spent time together until we were 13, then you disappeared." He tells me.

I just close my eyes and try to think about what he's saying. When I open them he's right in my face. I scream at the top of my lungs.

I shoot up from the couch covered in sweat. My hands are gripping the sheets tightly. I realize it was all a dream, but it felt so real.

His name is Shane. I can't stop thinking about what he said.

We were in love with each other.

I don't remember a Shane. But I feel like my dream was actually real, like he was actually real.

I get up  into the kitchen. I pour myself a glass of juice. While I'm drinking it I go back into the living room and sit on the couch.

I hear something fall next to me and jump. But I turn and see my cat climbing on the book shelf. I feel stupid now for getting scared.

I go back upstairs and lay in bed. My mind just keeps over my dream all night so I don't get any sleep.

I get up late the next morning because it's a Saturday. When I go downstairs I find my brother Connor sitting on the couch.

"Connor?!" I yell as I run over and hug him. "Hey Abbs." He says.

"When did you get back from New York?(he's 22 and a temp at a law firm in New York)." I ask.

"This morning. I came back because of Jasmine." He says quietly. "Yeah. I kinda guessed that." I say as I sit down on the couch and he sits next to me.

"Are you alright Abbi? You seem like you have something on your mind." He says. "Do you know anyone named Shane Stevens?" I ask.

"Yeah of course. Why wouldn't I? You only dated him for 3 years before we moved." He tells me. "Oh ok." I say.

I just sit on the couch for a couple of minutes thinking about the information I just learned.