Friends Forever

Chapter 10 '♥*''*•.¸ ღஜღ ¸.•*''*♥' Whose Dream Was It?

After what I guess is an hour, I open my eyes to the burning light. My eyes hurt and dry. The very first person I see is Pattie, her eyes looking at me. I look around and I'm back in the bed, with all the needles in my body back again. I feel tears running down my cheeks and I touch them. I look at Pattie and tears continuously run down.

"Are you okay?" Pattie asks when she notices that I have tears running down my face, but not crying.

"What happened? Are they leaving me here forever? Who's gonna take care of me? Are they just gonna talk about it and decide whether to keep me or leave? Where are....." I stop. I notice Pattie's looking at me with worry in her eyes. There's something wrong with me, I could tell. "What? Where are they?"

"What are you talking about sweetie?" she asks in a very concerned tone. Oh god, I've gone insane!

"Well, didn't my parents come here?" I ask, still confused about how she doesn't know what I'm talking about.

"Your parents? I don't know who they are. Is there something wrong?" still, she's worried. By the tone of her voice, I can tell that she doesn't know anything about what I'm talking about. As though she's talking to some crazy person in a hospital bed with all these needles stabbed into her skin.

"What happened?"

"Well, Justin told you to cut the grass in the yard with a pair of scissors under a very strong rain last night. You did it and he refused to let you in for a long time and when you finally came in, you passed out. Justin and I took you here. You've been asleep for twelve hours and now you finally woke up. Honey, I was so worried. The doctor said you have a very high fever. Guess it's not Bieber Fever this time." She jokes, but I don't laugh.

"A fever? So you mean...?" I think first, so I guess everything is just a dream. What about the fact that Justin and I are bestfriends and that we have the same pendants? What about the truth that he's the boy who haunts my dreams? Also the fact that my parents know Pattie? What the fuuuccckkkk?

"So I mean what?" she asks.

"So you mean I was asleep all along? That nothing like two pendants intertwined together and formed a heart happened? You're not really friends with my parents?" I ask like an idiot, actually.

"No, honey. What are you talking about? You were asleep and you actually looked like an angel. Your face resembled that of the girl I knew."

Okay great. I was asleep. She doesn't know anything. Oh god, why? I never wanted to have a very confusing dream like this. I didn't fucking need to have anything like that. What the actual thing on earth is happening to me? I don't understand.

"Is Justin here? Or Ryan maybe?"

"Well Ryan's at their house, Justin's outside. He was supposed to go somewhere, but he chose to stay," she said smiling.

Wow, he chose to stay? Really? wow...

"My head is spinning," I complain.

"You should go take a rest sweetie, it's good for you." she suggests.

I lie my head without shutting my eyes. I stare up the ceiling and wonder why I had such a confusing dream. Maybe I am just stressed out.

"Pattie?" I call.

"Yes honey?"

"Can you keep a secret?" I ask. This time, I'm ready to tell her everything.

"Yes honey, what is it?"

I sit up again and say, "Well, I really am not poor. This is all just a pretend. See, actually, I'm very rich, not that I'm bragging about it. I'm an heiress. I'll inherit our family company and everything, every dime, penny and properties," I state. If I tell her anything, I won't feel any guilt in my body.

"If you're an heiress, why are you working and letting yourself get abused and hurt by my stubborn son? You're not like what we were. We were very poor and being poor isn't a blessing. Justin used to steal clothes from donation boxes just to get new stuff. We're rich because he used his talent and still that's called working. You're rich, you don't have to work. You don't need to experience all this," she says.

"Exactly. For me, life has a purpose, you know what I'm sayin'? You guys worked hard just to get to where you are, I didn't, my parents did. I wanna know how it feels to have a dream, to do something for it. I can get everything I want in just a snap and I don't want people calling me a spoiled brat. It's complicated, you won't understand."

"Oh honey, of course I do understand. So what do you wanna do now?" she asks.

"Let's keep this a hush hush between us okay?"

"Okay sweetie. But don't you think Justin will get mad if he finds out about this?" she asks. I really hate it when people ask irrelevant questions but this one was relevant so no biggie.

"He won't know if no one will tell." I tell Pattie who just nods in agreement.

Just then, Justin comes in and catches us talking. He stares into my eyes. Those deep brown eyes looking straight into mine. I could feel the sympathy towards me, he feels sorry.

"Hey," he says in a low tone. "How are you?"

Pattie looks at me and says, "I'll leave you two alone." Wow, this had a drama effect, like one of those romantic movies where the third person leaves the love birds alone so that they could talk. Awkward. Then Pattie leaves, closing the door behind her.

I smile and say, "I'm fine, thanks."

"You know this is all your fault," he says, blaming my fever on me. He sounds really serious. This kid, I just can't with him...what the holy fuck!!!!!

"Excuse me?" I say shockingly. How could he blame this on me? Like, what the fuck is wrong with you?

"You heard me, it's all your fault."

"What the actual fuck? What are you talking about? Why would I want myself to get a really high fever?" I thought he just became nice. But now, I don't think so. I thought he would stop saying stupid things. I just thought. Nothing really good happens.

"So you can get closer to me. Isn't that what you wanted? To become closer to me? You thought maybe I'd be sweeter and stuff and treat you like as though you were a princess. Maybe you were all like 'Oh, I'mma get myself a really high fever so Justin will act so sweet to me and I will look all poor and they will feel sorry so they be my bitch.' Ain't that it? Huh?" then he smirks.

That really hurts, but I gotta keep my head high and not hurt my pride. "Oh really? I got sick 'cause of your stupidity! Ugh!" I rest my head on my palms. "Please just leave me alone, please. Just get out."

"Okay whatever you say!" He walks out and close the door behind him.

I lie down and think, 'Why am I still working for him? It's been a month, over a month even. I said I'd work only for two weeks. Ugh I gotta quit soon." I close my eyes and eventually fall asleep.