The Harrington Series Book#2: Naila's Misfortune

Chapter 32: Oak Tree

My grandmother was a superstitious woman. She believed in the supernatural. It was all ludacris to us but at the end of the day, some things she said made sense. One of the things she believed in was the reality in dreams. She believed that some dreams were a reflection of reality or what was to come. Queer as that may be, I am starting to have my doubts. Since that day I saw Levi, I have been having strange dreams. He isn't part of it but someone else is. I always dream I am running from someone. No matter how fast I run, he always catches up. I never get to see his face as I always woke up at that moment. I think it is all about the conservatory as the date of that dark anniversary is approaching. Regardless of the meaning, I feel exhausted every morning.

This morning isn't much of an exception. I woke up soaked in my own sweat. It was at the break of dawn and the sun was lighting up the sky. My heart was pounding very hard and I brought my hand to my chest to calm myself.

"Breathe. Breathe." I reminded myself. "It's just a dream."

Holding the bridge of my nose, I slowly sat up. I reached for my phone and quickly texted him.

Me:
It happened again. I'm scared .

I pressed send and waited.

Levi:
Do you need me to come over?

I quickly glanced at my watch. It is far too early to have anyone over but I badly need to talk it over with someone who is a good listener. Levi is just that. Besides that we have been reluctant about a few things. The most he has done is hold my hand but kissing, fondling and sex is not part of it. I still wonder what is holding him back. Have I lost my touch? Men used to trip all over me. Having him over will give me a chance to make my move on him.

Me:
Yes please.

Levi:
On my way. I'm bringing breakfast.
Bagels and coffee?

Me:
Yes please. I want milk, cream and sugar in my coffee.

Levi:
Sounds great. I'll copy you. See you in a bit.

I quickly cleaned up to make myself presentable. I even put on a little make up. I also checked on Bas just to be sure he iw still sleeping. Since I told him about Cole, he stopped bugging me. He has cut out photographs of Cole from a few magazines and I helped him make a scrap book. It irritates me to see his face plastered on my son's bedroom walls and how he sleeps with the scrap book each night holding it close to his chest. How can he love a man he doesn't know? My son doesn't idolize me like that yet am the one who has endured hell for him.

Closing the bedroom door, I made my way downstairs to wait for him. I was surprised to hear a slight commotion outside. Opening my front door I saw Mrs. Sanchez from next door beating Levi with her broom.

I quickly ran to the rescue grabbing the broom just in time for Levi to escape.

"He's the pervert who has been lingering about. You think I don't see you! You lurk in the darkness like the devil!" She accused Levi viciously.

I glanced at the man who is as confused as I am but slightly amused. "Go on inside. I'm coming." I urged Levi who gladly left.

"Mrs. Sanchez, thank you for watching out for me but Levi has never been here. It's his first time." I informed her. We are good friends. I help her with her chores sometimes.