The Torture Tour

Chapter Two

In the middle of the night I feel the bed dip sitting up I can barely make out a pale Michael. What's wrong Einstein?

I had a nightmare can I stay in here with you for a little while?

I sit there thinking about it for a few minutes before I pull up the covers and motion him in with me. This is a one time thing I tell Michael. I don't share a bed with anyone ever.

Not even boyfriends?

Not even them.

You don't trust people very easily do you?

No I don't now get some sleep you have a big day tomorrow.

Are you really meeting that guy for lunch tomorrow Michael asks?

Yeah he needs closure and I am going to give it to him so that he can move on.

Did things end badly between the two of you?

Yeah I took a job in another state and that was the end of us. Go to sleep. I was not big enough to be the big spoon, but I did my bed to make him feel safe so that he can get some rest. I understand all about nightmares that can haunt you.

Look how adorable they are I hear someone whisper. I am in the stage between being asleep and awake. Who wants to be the one to wake them up?

Rock paper scissors someone says. Damn it.

Guys it is time to wake up someone says lightly shaking my shoulder. Wake up we have to get ready for the interview now.

At the word interview I try to sit up but I can't. I look over and see that Michael is wrapped around me and we are facing each other. Damn it I can't usually sleep with someone else in the bed with me. Don't look at me like that Michael had a nightmare. How often does that happen I ask at the look on their faces?

We thought that they were getting better Ashton says. He quit waking us up with them.

Apparently he just got better hiding them from you. We will be out in a minute. I want to talk to Michael about this. You can open your eyes now they are gone.

How did you know that I was awake?

Your breathing changed. How often does this happen and be honest with me?

Often enough Michael says sliding out of the bed and walking out the door.

Stripping on the way to the bathroom I jump in the shower. After getting out and wrapping myself in a towel I find myself looking at myself in the mirror. I almost don't recognize the image staring back at me. I have blonde curly hair that brushes the middle of my back most of the time it is in a messy bun on top of my head. My eyes are what I would call a smoky blue. I have an eyebrow piercing I have had since high school, my nose is pierced sporting a small black stone, and my most recent piercing besides the four in each ear is my lip. My features are not traditionally beautiful. The features are just striking enough that I am able to grab the attention of a lot of guys if I chose to. I have a nice size chest, a little waist and curvy hips and butt. One guy even told me as short as I am my legs look like they go on for miles. My skin looks porcelain since I can't tan if my life depended on it. I have several tattoos. My favorite one is the dragon running up my hip and onto my rib cage the head resting right under my right breast. No one has seen that particular tattoo in a very long time.

There is a knock on the door, and I tell them I will be out in five. Turning away from the mirror I walk to the bed where I laid out a suit of clothes to wear for today. I slip into my old converses and I am ready to go. I leave my hair down to dry, but make sure I have a ponytail holder on my wrist.