Love Hurts (Lesbian Story) -Completed-[Editing]

Chapter 8

   "Monica..." I hear voices calling me, like whispering echoes in a cave.

   I'm running a dead sprint. Long strides. Trying to get away. But I can feel them. The hands grabbing onto my hair and pulling me back onto a bed. Now the hands move down to my neck and squeeze,  hard. Now my entire body is in pain. I close my eyes and scream but no sound comes out. When I open my eyes, I can hear my scream but I'm sitting up in my bed, sweat pouring from my skin.

   'Just another dream...' I tell myself before laying back onto the cold, wet sheets.

   For some reason I have been having these strange dreams for quite some time now. But they seem to be getting worse. Now I don't want to go back to sleep, so I just lay here, thinking.

   These dreams are flashbacks of the past. I try hard to forget, but the dreams flood them back into my thoughts. I wish I had someone to talk to, or someone to hold me at times like this. But I don't, because no one loves me. The only ones I have are my friend, Mitch, and my mother, who I haven't spoke to in three days. No one really wants me. They just love what I can give them; good sex, money, and material things. Not for my kind heart, that's why I never show my kindness. They take it for weakness, and I'm never weak. I refuse to be.

   All these thoughts flowing through my head and no one to share them with.

   'What about Aleah?' I ask myself.

   She is so nice and sweet to me. I would hate to drag her into my problems, but I can't help but have the need to call her. I look at the clock on my night stand; 5:47. Its too early, I don't want to wake her. But I do.

   I grab my phone from under my pillow, go to my contacts, and scroll down to her name; staring at it.

   Its been three days since we last spoke, when I got her number. She would probably be upset if I woke her. I lay the phone on my chest.

   Why am I contemplating so hard on this. Its not like I like her, she's nice and all but she would never like somebody like me, I'd ruin her life with all my drama and problems.

   I finally find the courage to call her. The phone rings about three times before I just hang up completely.

   'What am I doing? What is wrong with me?' I ask myself.

   I lay the phone back on my chest and begin to contemplate again. As I am thinking 'Should I or not?', I feel my phone vibrate on my chest. When I pick it up, I see Aleah's name across the screen.

   My heart drops to the pit of my stomach and starts racing a thousand miles a minute. After staring at the vibrating phone for so long, I find strength to drag my thumb across the screen to answer the call.

   "Hello?" I whisper.

   "Hello?" She whispers back with a very groggy voice. "Who is this?"

   "It's Jae." I say, feeling bad for waking her.

   "Oh, hey, Jae." She says.

   I can hear her smile through her words.

   "Hey." I say. "Sorry, if I woke you up."

   "Its okay, I had just laid back down." She replies, making me feel a little better. "Are you okay?"

   Her voice cracks as she speaks but at the same time, it is so soothing for it to have so much sleep in it. It's cute.