DREAMER

↛ Boze ↚

I did not spell check this one! I'm pretty busy today! Sorry!

I screamed at the top of my lungs, throwing myself towards the back of the room.

I'd practically thrown the bottle I was holding in my panic, grabbing the first thing I could see, which was, inevitably, a small vase.

I could hear them breathing, jagged and angry.
I held the vase before me, shaking as I aimed it towards the bathroom.

"Who are you? What do you want!" I yelled, my heart beat spiking.

Who was this stranger.. in my house.

He mumbled something, almost inaudible, but his voice sounded familiar..
"What do you want?!"

"My money.."

"What?"

"Give me back, my money!" The angry man stepped out into the light, thrashing and flailing his arms around.
"Where's my money!" He'd yelled over and over, I screamed again, swinging my vase at him multiple times.

I'd only just hit him on the arm, which threw him back.
"Get out of my fucking house!" I yelled, just as I did, the front door opened again.

Beads of sweat trickled down my forehead as my eyes darted from the angry man to the door.

There stood a surprised Olivia and Courtney, standing in the doorway.

They looked to me, then the man and then to Damien.
"Uuuhhhh.." Olivia muttered, betokening Courtney to step in.

"What the fuck is going on here!" She called, pushing past Olivia in a protective way.

"Give me back my money!" The man yelled, still disgruntled.

"What? Steve?" Courtney called, the looking to Damien.
"What's happened with him!"

The man yelled again, seeming to be about to lunge towards the girls when I suddenly threw the vase down onto his skull, the vase shattering into the air and scattering around the room.

I let out an exhausted sigh, holding the rim of the broke vase as the man collapsed to the floor.

A few seconds of silence poured through the room as I tried to retain myself.
And with a deep, slow breath, I began
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ABOUT!" I screamed, throwing the rim of the vase to the floor.

"I don't know! He's probably one of our customers.. coming down.." Courtney muttered, gently nudging his head with the side of her boot.

"What? And that makes them roofy people!" I called, rushing to Damien's side.

The girls entered the room, Courtney lifting up the bottle of Chloroform and quickly examining it.

I shook Damien, but he was totally out of it.

I sighed, lifting up his head.
"How long will it take before he wakes up?" I queried, turning to the couple.

Olivia shrugged and Courtney, as she was reading the bottle, spoke quietly.
"I'm not sure, it doesn't say.." she muttered, Olivia walking over to us.

"Hey, I wish that was the only problem.." Olivia muttered.
I looked to her in confusion as she stared down at Damien's head.

I lifted up his head slightly, worried as I noticed the pillow under him, which was once a soft, velvet pillow, was now we and black.

My eyes widened, turning his head slightly to notice one of my hands were covered in blood, as was his face..

"D.. Damien!" I muttered, now panicking more than before.
"What do we do? We've gotta do something!"

"I'll call an ambulance!" Olivia called, Courtney bonking her on the head.

"And say what about the unconscious, drug addict on our floor?" She muttered, "what if they wanted to search the place to make sure it was safe? They can't go upstairs."

"Okay- Fine! I get it!" Olivia called.
"Why not just drag him into the hall, say he fell?"

"Because He was drugged, too?" I called, Olivia shrugging in retaliation.

"Well, say Steve ran at him out there.. same story different room, right?" She shrugged.

That was actually a good idea.

Courtney thought for a moment, glancing between Damien and the front door.

"That.. May work!" She said, growing excited.
She pulled Olivia to her, kissing her cheek before turning to Damien.

"You guys figure out how to get him out there, I'll figure out the story." Courtney muttered before walking off.

We did as said, Olivia and I dragging my boyfriend out into the hall, and resting him on the floor.

Courtney came out with his pillow, still soaked in wet blood.

"Alright" She Stated, pressing the pillow to the wall ever so slightly.

"What are you doing?"

"Shh! We have neighbours." She muttered before throwing the pillow back inside and pulling out the handkerchief.

She threw it lazily on the floor beside him and then proceeded to call an ambulance.

-

A matter of minutes past, by time we heard the sirens everything was into play.

I got down by Damien, his head still bleeding as I tried to comfort his sleeping self.

Courtney grabbed the folded cloth, clasping it in her hands before briefly sniffing it.

"Oh, how much of this shit did he use-" before she could finish, the building was bombarded by medics and few police officers who snatched the cloth from Courtney.

"Ma'm, I believe this is evidence!" The officer spoke.

We looked to each other, confused.
"How do you kn-" "we spoke with the hospital who gave us your statement." He stated, Courtney turning to Olivia and pulling her towards her.

"Ma'am, were going to have to rush him to medical care" a medic spoke, assuming I was his partner.

I nodded, eagerly.
"When can I see him?" I queried, hoping they'd say almost immediately.

"I'm afraid his condition is pretty severe, he may have to stay overnight."

"What?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to visit him for a few days" I sighed at his response.
"But we can call you as soon as he's out of recovery."

And with that they were gone.