Dreams | Dreamer Series Pt. I | Currently on hold

Chapter 6 (Premature Destiny)

Premature Destiny

His face isn't exactly the same as it was in my Dreams; similar, but not the same. His eyes are a brighter, more organic green. He has next to no stubble on his chin. His hair is a short, very dark brown, flipped up in the front. He has a chiseled jaw line, and a playful smirk dances on his lips.

"Ready to go?" he says.

I stand there, gaping for a moment. The possibility of him being here is almost nonexistant. I sway slightly and bring my fists to my eyes, rubbing them, to make sure I'm not Dreaming. But I know I'm not. I have never had a Dream so real. I bring my hands down from my eyes, blinking slightly.

"Yes, Greene, I'm real. And don't even think of screaming," he warns whimsically. At this, all I want to do is scream, just because he said not to. I go to yell, but before I can make a noise, my throat burns worse than anything. It's like I've swallowed liquid fire mixed with newly opened vodka mixed with a red-hot poker all being shoved down my  throat all at once. I wince, cough, and claw at my neck, sinking to my knees and leaning my cold back against the wall. The man chuckles.

"Your friends all have the same thing, Greene. They couldn't talk even if they wanted to. Want to know what that is? It's called 'Palato Exuro'." He says. It's Latin, I'm familiar with the language, have been learning it for three years now. "It means 'Throat Burner.' Can you see why? Funny what a little bit of poison in your lemonade can do, isn't it?"

My eyes go wide. I take one hand off my neck and point at the door, with a questioning look on my eyes. He nods. I get up from the floor, my thin legs shaking under my weight. I look at him, putting together a plan. 

I'm going to hit the door with my fist, attempt to get out of the small room, and make as much noise as I can to wake up the girls and my parents, if I can. But, then, he will probably stop me before I can make too much noise. I wonder if he has his goons outside my bedroom door, my window, in my closet... I'll just have to get lucky if this is going to work.

"I'm sorry we have to do this to you. But really, everything will be explained in due--"

I don't wait for him to finish. I immediately puch the door and feel for the doorknob. I yank it open, but the man's face is shocked and angry and now his hand is reaching for mine, but I've already pushed myself out of the closet and slapped the window. I kick each of the girls in seconds, but the man's hand snatches my arm and pulls me back, tripping me on a blanket that has wrapped around my foot. I fall, elbowing Avorie in the chest. She immediately snaps up, clutching her breast, then her throat as she realizes she can't scream. My foot digs into Violet's stomach, causing her to curl over in pain, then she, too grabs at her neck. Avorie is stuck in the middle, and my always-bony butt slams into her ribs. She shoots up, then smacks me in the leg. Before any of them can question me, they all look up at the man, who's grip on my wrist is deadly tight.

I reach for my wrist, clawing at his hand with my free one, while also attempting to stand up, while also attempting to not crush my friends' stomachs. When my fingers reach his, he tightens his grip around my thin wrist. The skin underneath his fingers is white, turning bluish-purple. I gasp and my eyes go wide. I pull my hand back, trying to give one last futile attempt at escape before I am kidnapped. 

 He rears his free hand back as if to smack me. I wince and pull back. He looks at me, right into my eyes, and brings his hand down. Not to my face, but to his side. He must have seen the fear in the depths of my pale blue eyes. He loosens his iron grip on my wrist and pulls me to my feet.

"Get a few things together, you won't be coming back here for a while," he says calmly. I nod and look down at wrist. He unwraps his hand from my arm and drops his hand to his side. "I am sorry I hurt you."