Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

Three

"I'm going home," I decide, beginning to descend the stairs down to the sidewalk, bordering my car.

"Seriously?" he mocks, folding his arms across his wide chest.

I whip my head back but stand a distance away for my own safety.  This isn't the first time we've had this kind of icy silence.  The last few didn't end well.  I learned early, go home before it gets worse.  Why I can't bring the strength to leave him, I don't know.

"I'm tired," I decide, trying to make my voice as light as possible while I feign a smile.

"You're a liar," he hisses, pushing himself from the wall he's leaning on and hopping toward me.  "Don't go."

I swallow nervously.  "Just let me go home."

I turn to unlock the car, but his strong hand grips my arm and holds on tight...too tight for comfort.

"I said I'm sorry!"   His voice is raising and he tugs me toward him.  "Dont go."

It's a demand and I flinch at the words, trying to pull my arm back out of his hand.  It's clasped over my wrist, tightening with every passing second.

"I'll come over after work tomorrow," I promise, even though it's not what I want; I just want to get out of here.

He stares for a moment, then releases me and runs his hand through his spiked blond hair.  "Fine.  Fine, but by seven, no later.  Don't leave me waiting."

"I won't..." I whisper.

Suddenly, my eyes shoot open.  I'm breathing.  Hard.  Sweat feels sticky across my chest and my forehead.  I can't steady my breathing, but I try as I look wildly around the dark room.  It was a dream.  That's it.  Nothing more.  Just a distant memory.

I release the death grip I have on my comforter and roll over toward the side table, grabbing absentmindedly for my phone to check the time.  Who doesn't have a clock in their room?  Whatever, it's 2011, I guess.  Five in the morning.  Great.  Not quite sunrise, but either way, I'm not feeling the morning meditation today...not after that rude awakening.  It must have been triggered from last night.

Nothing special happened after returning to dinner.  In fact, our dinner guests dispersed early after my aunt and uncle informed them they had to retire early due to a busy day following; they both had to be in the office first thing in the morning...probably about now, actually.  Something about a charity gala was mentioned for the night, but I guess it was part of the discussion I missed...all I know is that it would be a bunch of rich, high class people donating money I didn't yet have to an expensive cause.  After the two men left, Devin and I were asked to attend with them, though I still haven't given an answer.

Regardless, as I slowly recover from my nightmare, I scroll through my phone and dismiss all notifications, including erasing that particular text I got from him the night before.  Then, I open my contacts, searching for my mothers name.  She probably was only just waking up for her day on the east coast, but I don't want to go back to bed and need something to keep me distracted...and I know she's been bugging me through text about everything Devin's posted in the past few days, too.  My finger lingers over the newly added contact above her on the frequent's list and I suppress a smile.  The dorky photo of my confused face next to Robert's that he took when he added his name is almost embarrassing.  Sighing, I click on my mom and hit call.

After a few rings, she picks up.

"Oh my God, you're alive," she states.

Yeah, she's more straight to the point than I am, but not in a rude way.  More like a...doesn't really care what other people think kind of way, which is exactly where I get it from.  We're more friends than parent/child, I swear.