Dreams become Reality: Book Two in the Carl Grimes Series

Chapter 11

I'm at the prison, crying in a corner with a blanket around me. My stomach churns in so many directions because of this dumbass life inside of me. I heard boots click onto the floor and see a frightened Rick in the doorway.

"Have you seen Carl?"

"No, leave me alone."

"I haven't seen him in hours."

I look up at him horrified. What if he was biten, dead, or dying?

I get up, showing my exposed legs and run around the perimeter of the prison, to places of the prison I hadn't been to. I see a room, blood seeping from underneath the door. I hear screams of terror.

"Want some more Carl?"

"MMMMM."

Carl must be in there. I creak open the door. It let out a huge noise, scaring the people in. I look and see Carl strapped to a chair with a fat stalky man on top of him. That man turns his head and I see who it is. It's Arthur.

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I remember the horrible scenes of my dream. I put my hands to my head and scream.

"NO!"

Carl looks over at me, telling me everything was going to be okay, even though it wasn't. How come I hadn't met him at the hospital? Is Arthur older in real life?

"Molly, you were right. The pieces of the puzzle."

"Carl, shut the fuck up. I don't wanna hear your dumb speechs." I tried to block out the noises of Arthur trying to harass Carl in my dream.

All I could hear was his screams. His horrible, horrible screams of Arthur cutting him. I couldn't erase it from my mind even though it wasn't real. It was a nasty dream that would haunt me for years.

"Molly, It's alright just calm down. We can go see your aunt."

"I don't wanna go see her, that means we will have to run into that BASTARD Arthur!" I yelled alittle to loud.

I put my head into his chest and sob my eyes out. My eyes sting of horrid memories making my shed too many tears.

"Shh. " Carl began to pet my hair.

He started to sing for me.

"You'll be alright. You and I'll be safe andd soooooound."

I lifted up my head enough to see his face. His face was emotionless. He looked the least bit of happy.

"Carl that was-" He cut me off.

"I suck singing so don't compliment me."

"No, you really were good."

He blushed.

"Oh stop it." He wiped his forehead off sweat.

"So about my aunt. What if it's not the real Arthur?"

I heard footsteps it was alittle late, probably 10. Carl and I had spent alot of time together.

"Are you alright?" I see Rick in the doorway.

"Molly's aunt is in the hospital."

"Oh my goodness, do you want to go see her?"

"Can't for a few days." I scratch the back of my neck.

"You guys should get to sleep. It's late. Carl, go to your room." His eyes dart us in bed, me lying my head on his chest, clutching his shirt.

"Ok. Night dad."

Rick walks down the hall into the dark corridor. Carl shuffles around in the bed and bends his head to mine. I feel his warm soft lips touch my scalp.

"Goodnight Molly."

I lift my head up and smile at him. He hops of my bed and grabs his boots, walking out the door.

I lay in bed for awhile, staring at the wall. My covers are warm and my head is throbbing of many memories.

1. Arthur sexually harassing Carl

2. My aunt in the hospital

3. My aunt in a hospital with a sexual harasser I know

4. Not knowing Carl is safe in his own bed

I'm not as worried for the last one but it still raced through my mind. I cross my legs and shut my eyes.

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I hear screams, blood curdling screams, coming from a room. I open my eyes and see my wrists have scars all over them. But, I don't cut myself. I see my ankles are bruised and miscolored. I look around the room and see teddy bears, creepy dolls, and drawings. The drawings were ones I had drew as a child. A door makes a creak noise and a fat man appears in the doorway.

"You have awoken." He chuckles.

"Who are you? Where am I?" I'm sweating like a dog.

"Oh shut it or I'll have to kill you." He holds out a rag and stuffs it in my mouth, I can still breathe but can't speak fluently.

He puts a finger to my mouth, mouthing "sh". I shake my head back and forth, feeling a sharp pain in my cheek. His hand was cold. He was hurting me.

He eyes my pants. I'm not strapped to any kind of chair or bed, but instead a table. He fiddles with a tray next to the table I'm on. He holds up a little plastic piece, that looks like glass. He puts gloves on and holds the piece and punctures it into my wrist. I let out a cry of pain, blood running down my fingertips. He laughs, throwing the piece to the ground. He comes over to the top of my head and pulls on my shirt. He manages to get it over my chest, showing my black bra. He then rips the shirt off my body. Exposed, I pull my non-damaged arm over my chest. He laughs even more.

"Oh Huney, hasn't mommy every taught you?"

Taught me how to do what? I thought.

I bite down on my lip, making the pain in my wrist lessen. A burning sensation starts in it. The man walks over to my pant legs. He goes for my pelvis/waist area and unbuttons them like nothing. I tried to hit him but then reliezed that my leg was in his crotch area. I kick my leg as hard as it can and lodge it up his crotch. He lets out a shriek and falls to the ground. I fidgit around with the straps on my wrists and ankles. I get my injured arm free and soon after my other. I go for ankles and he grabs me, pulling the chains on my ankles with. My ankles felt weak. I knew I was going to die or suffer for the rest of my life. He pins me up against the wall, his tongue a inch away from my earlobe. His tongue touches my ear and circles around the inside of my ear. I try and try to push him away but he comes back with a pinch or kick. I just wanted to fall to the floor and let him beat the shit out of me. But then, I closed my eyes as he pulled down my panties. I could feel his eyes burning holes through my skin. Dreams ARE Reality, you know?

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Carls POV

I lift my head from my pillow and look at the beautiful dawn outside. It was still fairly dark out. I let my feet hang off my bed while I rub the crap out of my eyes. I set my feet on the cool soft carpet and walk into my bathroom. I let my boxers fall to my ankles and lift the toliet lid up, letting the warm acidy liquid leave my system. I began pulling up my boxers when I hear a scream. I pull them up as fast as I can and run to Molly's room, probably just another dream. I run into her room, seeing her holding her hair and her feet curled. I sit on the bed next to her and hold her face, shaking her.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, WAKE UP!"

On the last "wake up", her eyes open quickly, tears rolling down her face.

"Carl." She holds me.

"Its okay. I'm here."

She sniffles into my gray tee. She is trembling in my arms.

"Carl, it was about Arthur."