My 419 Nightmare

20. The Storm Comes Crashing

Kit's POV

I was feeling unsure about what I'm thinking about. Beam is right, no matter how I played my dream in my sleep, I can't leave those marks on my back by myself.

The only conclusion... I'm getting done, for real, during those dream.

Shit... am I even dreaming then?

If not... then everything is real? That man really come to my house, my room and... do me?

No wonder you are feeling so sore in the morning na, Kitty.

I didn't share what I've concluded in my mind with Beam. He will freak out knowing I've been rape in my own home.

Raped? You enjoy it too much for it to called as rape, Kit.

But I was asleep, right? Without my consent?

You sure?

Too many questions pop up in my head regarding this. Who is he? How can he knows me? How can he even gain entry to my home? And... how many time he have come?

Based on my guts, Kitty, at least twice.

Why twice?

Remember the second time your dream changed, Kitty. From the hotel to the room with the round red silk bed to...

My bedroom.

Shit... He really has come here twice, hasn't he?

"Kitty, do you need anything else?"

I jolt back, realizing Beam is still here. After the talk we had, he have been helping me around the house, cleaning and cooking, just to make sure I'm resting comfortably. I feel grateful for that.

But now I need him to leave.

"I'm okay na, Beam. You can leave now. Thanks na."

I need him to leave, if I want that person to come.

"Okey na, Kitty. I'll get going now. If you need anything make sure you call me or Pha. Even if we can't make it, we'll send Yo or Forth to help na."

"Dont worry, Beam. I think I'll be okay. Thanks for everything."

I feel sleepy after Beam leaves so I turn on my alarm so I can catch him in action. I put my alarm for 11 p.m., so I can have some time to readied myself when he comes.

I mean, if he really come every night after I'm asleep, he would have to come after 1 a.m. right? That is the earliest I'll reach home after work.

I drifted to sleep thinking about this. I'm not even sure what is my feeling right now. Some part of me is ashamed to meet him.

I mean, if it is really him, and when I think I was having my dream it was in fact me being done by him, then I have been showing him my weakness.

Ughh...

I remember how I yearn for him, asking him, no, begging him to do me. How can I...

But then... Some part of me is looking forward to meet him.

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I woke up from my slumber feeling sluggish and nauseous. Oh yeah... and hungry too. Dragging my body to the kitchen, I heat up some soup that Beam have left on the stove. Chicken soup.

It does brings my nauseous level down by a lot, which I think is a good thing. I keep glancing at the clock, it's already 12 a.m. If what I thought before was right, I only have another hour to get ready before I meet him.