Pop Goes The Weasel

Chapter Three

I jolted up in bed, in a pool of sweat. Shaking in fear, I looked around to see I was in my room. It was all a dream. A bad dream. After a few moments of calming myself down, I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. It was a beautiful morning with birds chirping and bacon sizzling but none of that was a distraction. The dream was so realistic that it leaved me not only emotionally but mentally scarred too. I closed the door to the bathroom and almost immediately, I smashed my face with icy cold water to the point where my face began numb.

I turned the knob off and looked in the mirror. Thousands upon thousands of questions swarmed my mind. Was that a warning of some kind? Was I just scared of that guy dressed that way? Is Bobby really in danger? When the thought of Bobby popped into my head, I speed walked to his room and thrusted the door open. It was empty. As if on cue, Bobby's laughter boomed from downstairs followed by my mother's giggles. Sighing in relief, I carefully made my way downstairs, holding on to the railing for support. I reached the final step in safety as I cautiously made my way to the kitchen.

“Good Morning, sweetie.” I tensed up and turned on the heel to face the speaker. It was my father.

“Go-Good Morning...” I shuddered. Almost unable to speak. He seemed to notice and asked, “Are you okay? Did something happen last night?” He watched over me with concerning eyes.

“No,no. I just...it was a bad dream I had.” I reassured him, making him soften up.

“Oh, okay. Well, do you need anything?” I shook my head at him and walked to the stove to get breakfast. He went back to the newspaper, sensing that I didn't want to talk about it. I really didn't want to talk about it. Knowing my parents, they'll just give me some space like they always have. I sat down to eat but I just stared at it, unsure if I should eat or not. If I do, I could puke it back up or it could make me feel better? Ignoring all of my thoughts, I dug in. Savoring all the flavors of mom's homemade cooking.

Just as I was finishing my food, small footsteps boomed through the kitchen heading towards me. I felt little arms wrap around my legs as I stood up. Turning to see my baby brother looking up at me with the cutest smile you'll ever see. I smiled back and swooped him into my arms. I held him in my arms like a mother with her newborn child. While looking at him, I gave him a little peck on the cheek causing him to have a fit of giggles.

“Good morning, Bobby Boy!” I said to him while he struggled in my arms.

“Morning, sis.” Was all he said as he adjusted himself and buried his head in the crook of my neck. I wanted to stay like this forever, not letting him go nor getting into the hands of that thing either. Whatever happens, I will protect my brother of every second, of every day for the rest of my life even if that dream was a fragment of my imagination or not, I will not ever let him go into the hands of danger. Even if I have to give up my own life for his...

Author's Note:

I'm so sorry for making you guys wait forever but I finally UPDATED!!! I've been busy with school and personal life, then there were finals, and now I have summer school but I wiil be done   with that this week and next week! So I will have more time for this story. I hope most of you will understand my situation so to speak. But thanks for waiting and I'll update soon, hopeful more chapters this week and next week. And again, thank you for waiting and reading my story. =3