On My Own A Diggy Simmons Love Story Book 3

Chapter 53: Dreaming

Elana P.O.V

I got up from the couch and went outside. I needed to call Tristen for situation. She had been grounded for a few weeks. Her mom caught her sneaking out the house to go to a party. I dialed her number and waited patiently for her to answer. She answered on the third ring in a bored tone.

Tristen: Hey Elana

Elana: Hey. Can you help solve a situation Sherlock?

Tristen: *chuckles softly* sure

Elana: Ok well Iris mom is going to re-hab. But she wants Iris to stay with me and you know the whole Diggy, Iris situation. I feel a little uncomfortable. What do I do?

Tristen: That’s a tough one. I think you should let her in as a friend and still watch her too.

Elana: Alright I’ll do that.

Tristen: Why she going to rehab?

Elana: She became an alcoholic.

Tristen: Oh, I feel sorry for Iris. I bet you didn’t tell her.

Elana: No I didn’t. *Iris’s mom comes up to Elana: I got to go Tristen her mom probably wants to talk to me.

Tristen: Alright call me. *hangs up*

I hung up and Shannon looked at me then looked down. I waited for her to say something.

Elana: What happened?

Shannon: I talked to Justine and she is going to help take care of her. But I can’t let her go.

Elana: But you’re not going to be gone that long. I don’t think you’re an alcoholic yet. You are probably just drinking more than you normally do.

Shannon: True. But how do I tell Iris?

Elana: Just tell her

Shannon: You do it for me.

Elana: Fine. *walks into house and Shannon follows* Iris

Iris: Yeah

Elana: Your mom is going to rehab so you are going to stay with us. *looks away and turns back to Shannon with doubtful eyes*

Shannon: I know sweetie.

Iris: What? Where is this coming from?

Shannon: I need to get better. *turns to Elana* my bags are packed. My flight comes at 6:00pm

Elana: So what do you want to do for the next few hours?

Shannon: I’m going to go spend some time with Iris and then at 4:30 I want you to come back here.

Elana: Alright well I’ll see you at 4:30. Come on Diggy. *Diggy gets up and waves goodbye*

I walk back home with Diggy. I didn’t say any words to him. I know he knew something was wrong because he studied my face as I walked the hallways to my room. No one was home but him and me. I crawled into bed and looked up at the ceiling. I closed my eyes and I felt like I wasn’t in the Simmons house anymore, I was in the past.

~~in Elana’s Dream~~

I woke up and saw old chipped off paint on the walls. The room was small. There was a door that looked some what worn out and a small kitchen. I looked around the room and see beer cans and wine bottles everywhere. I looked beside me to see a lady with wild hair holding on to the end of the Winnie the pooh night gown I was wearing. She lay on her stomach still. She was asleep. I heard some noises from the bathroom. I watched the door as it opened and out came a man with a stick. His angered expression let anyone know that he was going to hurt someone. He looked me in the eye and rushed over to the bed, He held up the stick like he was going to hit me.

~End of dream~

I woke up screaming, A few seconds after I screamed. I felt my food coming up so I got out of bed quickly and ran to the bathroom. I leaned over and threw up in the toilet. Diggy came after I finished throwing up.  I rinsed out my mouth with Listerine. The tears were flowing from eyes like a river. Sweat was trickling down my head as I looked in the mirror. Diggy stood by the door concerned. I turned around and ran to him. His open arms and warmth assured me that I would be okay. He picked me up and carried me to his room. I was really hot and I couldn’t even stay under the covers long. Diggy observed from his computer chair. He got up and left the room. He then came back in with a fan and plugged it in. The cool air hit my face and I started to relax. My skin was cooling down and I wasn’t as hot like before. Diggy got in bed and laid next to me. He wrapped his hands gently around my waist.  He drifted off to sleep but I stayed awake. I couldn’t relive my past.