The Wolf Who Stole Me.

Chapter 3.

Chapter 3.

That man..... in my dream....he's real.

My mom stood in front me, holding onto my arms. This man was what appeared in my dreams, dressed exactly like it too including his facial features. He was clad in a very black sweater, dark jeans and boots. He had the messy black hair and the scruffy face.

"Good to see you again, love. I missed you so, so much." The man said in a thick british accent.

As the man inched toward us, we backed up. My mom took tiny steps leading us to the hallway. I looked at my mom, grasping her robe tightly. Her expression was unreadable, I couldn't tell if she was scared or shocked. She glared at the man with despise in her eyes.

A look like that from my mom meant serious business only because I've never seen her look at someone like that on her usual, happy woman.

  Who was this man?  

But he only kept smiling wider and wider. "Don't think of running away sweetheart, don't forget I got the upper hand here." He grinned flashing his white, sharp teeth and wriggling his nails.

My mom suddenly spoke in a deadpan tone. "What are you doing here Michael?"

Michael?

"I'm here to get what I want and it's her." He pointed at me.

"Mom, who is he?" My voice quivered.

"He's a nobody. Just someone who will never ever get what they want."

"A thief" She added.

Immediately he lunges for my mom and snatches her away from me. Mom aggressively pushes me into the hallway and my body slams onto the ground. He had his arm wrapped around her waist and his free hand was tracing a line along her jaw line.

My mom didn't look afraid. She looked.....like she lost to him.

I was still on the ground staring at the two of them, remembering every single second of the dream I had. I was stuck, frozen.

"If you want your Mum, just simply get up from the ground and come with me. No harm done." He said.

"Leah you are not going to listen to him but you are going to run!" She commanded.

"Mom I-" The man cut me off.

"I miss this...." He whispered. "Remember that time we found an abandoned house and we..."

She shook her head. "Run baby girl, run!"

"No" I whispered.

Michael who had been busy touching and assaulting my mom, triggered. His eyes changed from the color black to the color of blood red and his fingernails turned into razer-edged claws. He smirks at me with great horror and then looks down at my mom, whispers something to my mom and her eyes widened with fear.

"No!" She screams. She forces her head back and punches him in the face. He backs up a little, smiling.

"This is going to be fun." He laughs.

"Run and don't ever come back." Her eyes were glowing fiercely. She brings up one of her hands and chants in weird language.

I felt my legs pick up the dead weight of my upper body.My body was now moving on its own.

"I'm not leaving you!" I tried to fight back what was happening to me. I can't lose my mom.

"Yes you are!" As my mom shouted, everything in the house buzzed with intensity. The room was shaking, papers flew around like leaves in the fall and the glass cracked everywhere around us.