The Shattered Memory of a Violinist

//Twenty One - Dinner with my Boyfriend//

//Twenty One — Dinner with my Boyfriend//

Willa Van der Mariel

I woke up to the soft purr of a cat, and felt Perry’s war body curl up to my stomach. My eye’s felt sewn shut, and my head was aching slightly. I slowly woke up my body, and was surprised when I felt the familiar sheets of my bed.

Memories flashed behind my eyes.

I shot up out of bed, and tried to leap out of the side. 

Instead, I tripped and fell face first onto the floor. Dull pain shot through my body, but I had to keep going. I had to get to the hospital. I had to see Averie. I tried to get out again, but a warm arm slithered around my waist, and before I knew it, I was tossed back into my bed.

“Willow, calm down” Said a much to familiar voice.

I froze and looked over to see Mason. His blue eyes were giving me annoyed and concern look. His blonde hair was slightly scruffy, and he actually looked like he had been sitting beside my bed for a quite a while. My eyes took in the light, and it looked like night. I wonder how late it was.

“W-what happened?” I asked. 

Mason frowned. “You were ranting to me, then just froze and collapsed to the ground. I was worried shitless”

I was absolutely horrified to find myself thinking over and over; Mason as worried about me. Mason Noah Singer was worried about me. It took power to take away those thoughts, and quickly looked around my room. He was the only one in here, and much to my surprise, the door was shut.
“Um, where are my parent’s?” I asked.

Mason grinned. “Cooking”

I was out of that bed quicker than a whip, only to have myself pulled back down again.

Cooking.

My parent’s were cooking.

I could already feel the foul taste of whatever thing they were making run down my throat.

They all tasted the same, these foods.

Disgusting.

“I have to stop them” I wheezed, trying to get up again.

Mason pushed me back down. “They told me to make sure you didn’t run down there”

“Damn straight they would and —, my parent’s talked to you?” I questioned, thinking of all the horrible scenario’s that could’ve taken place. All of them were too bad to even pinpoint one.

He nodded. “Yeah. They seemed to like me. Invited me for dinner. Oh, and they know we are dating”

“OH! I am soo soo sorry! If you want to leave now before you are poisoned, then be my guest. I might come with you” I told him.

“Nah, I think I will stay”

I stared at him with my mouth open agape in shock. Why on earth would he want to do that? Our relationship was built on blackmail and fear.

“W-why?” I stuttered.
He looked perfectly at ease. “Because I am the boyfriend, and brought their daughter home after she passed out”

I groaned and dug my face into my hands. “Great. If you get terrified half way through the meal — that one is on you”

“I know. Now, come on. We may as well go down now”

I crawled out of bed, careful not to trip over. I picked up Perry, and cradled the small cat to my chest. She purred softly, causing me to stroke behind her ear. Mason shot me a odd look, but didn’t say anything. We went downstairs, and I almost died.