The Reality of my Dream

Chapter Twenty-Two: P.A.N.I.C

Chapter 22: P.A.N.I.C.

Lynsey’s POV:

“When?” Shawn asked after a brief pause of silence.

I gulped down nothing before speaking again, “Yesterday.”

He nodded and I did the same. Neither one of us talked for a couple of minutes.

“What did he say to you?” I asked meekly.

Shawn dug his phone out of his pocket and opened up the message, shoving the phone my way so I could read it.

Hey son, it’s your father. I know I left when you were ten and that you are still probably mad at me for it, but son I had my reasons to go. Reasons you were just too young to understand. I want to be a part of your life again and I hope that you will agree to meet up with me and accept my apology. Think about it?

“Bastard.” I whispered shoving the phone back towards Shawn. He took it and locked it before placing the phone on the table.

“How could he just shoot us texts ten years later and assume we will willingly accept him back into our lives?” I mumbled.

Shawn sighed, “I know. What did he say to you?”

“Basically the same crap he said to you.” I responded, anger building up inside of me.

“Are you going to respond to him?” Shawn asked next.

“Why the hell would I answer him!?!?!” I screamed, losing my cool, “He doesn’t deserve my sympathies or yours! He’s a freakin’ asshole who got up and left one day! He doesn’t deserve happiness. He doesn’t deserve sympathies. And he CERTAINLY doesn’t deserve us!”

“Good.” Shawn said quietly.

“Good?” I asked calming down a little.

“Yeah. I was a little scared that you had forgiven him and were actually going to meet up with him.”he responded.

I frowned, “Never.”

Shawn patted my leg before grabbing his phone and standing up to get some food. I got the remote and turned on the television. The Big Bang Theory. I heard Shawn’s door close shut about a minute later and at some point I drifted off.

***

I woke up with a start, letting out a mind splitting shriek, tears rolling down my cheeks and I  was completely shaken. My mind was reeling and I couldn’t concentrate at all. I looked around the room, but everything was so blurry due to my water flooded eyes and the fact that a mind-splitting headache had once again found it’s way to my forehead. I held my head in pain, trying to stay quiet. I was breathing heavy until I received a sharp pain from my ribs. I cried out in pain, Where is Shawn? Can’t he hear me? That was a dream, wasn’t it? Oh please have it have been a dream. Blood was flying out of my mouth as I began coughing. “Shawn!” my raspy voice let out softly. “Sha-” I coughed again, seeing my phone in my lap. I picked it up and went down to the “S” contacts. Shawn’s name showed up in the center of my phone so I clicked it helplessly, my vision still blurry from the tears. The number popped onto the screen and I pressed the call icon, placing the phone to my ear. I coughed yet again, feeling as though I couldn’t breath. “Hello?” his voice came from my phone.

I couldn’t stop coughing. “Hello?” he said again.

I tried to stop, “Help. Please help.” my hushed raspy voice let out.

The other end was quiet for a second before speaking again, “Lyns…” and then my phone died right as he was talking. I watched my phone die as another sharp pain, this one worse than the last, rampaged through my side. “Oh My God!” I screamed.