Gone Too Soon (Police Officer/Delinquent Relationship) BOOK 2

Chapter 3

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"He follows me down the dark streets of my mind. I hear his footsteps follow closely behind. He plays with my thoughts, lives in my dreams. He's the seductive voice that calls to me, whispering that I need to be free. He's the darkness that stirs inside of me. He's the deviant shadow nobody sees." - Christy Ann Martine

I squeezed my eyes tight. "Snap out of it," I scolded myself.

My mind was once again playing games with me.

I wasn't hearing anything. I couldn't be.

There were no piercing screams.

No pleading for life.

There were no vile odors of toxic chemicals.

No sick scent of burning flesh.

It was my imagination deceiving me.

It was like I was trapped in some stupid dream that no pinching myself would wake me up from.

It's not real.

It's not real.

It's not real.

Frustrated, I bolted upright in bed and I saw him.

Levi.

He appeared out of nowhere, as if, I don't know, like his body was formed from the air in the room.

I wanted to close my eyes and then reopen them. I already knew I was in some kind of stupid dream, but I just wanted to make sure even in my dreams-----that he's really, really here.

I miss him.

"Levi," I said in probably the quietest voice ever. I'm in a dream, my own, and I'm whispering. I could be talking as loud as I freaken want.

"Levi," I said again, a bit louder this time.

He didn't look at me.

He didn't acknowledge that I was even speaking to him.

There's a bitter taste in my mouth now.

I watched him, trying to figure out what he was doing.

What he was looking at?

Can he see me?

Just as suddenly, flames appeared engulfing him. In a panic, he tried to smoother the flames by pounding at them but it only fueled them.