In due time (Completed)

Chapter 25- Mosquito bites

Kate

The light sounds of the waters splashing against the shore broke my sleep. A soft snoring vibrated from behind my head. A strong arm was wrapped around my abdomen, entrapping me in it's grip.

My eyes fluttered open to the minimally darkened room. I shifted underneath Tyler's grip in an attempt to get off the bed. I didn't want to wake him especially since I'd kept him up for quite a while last night.

Last night. That dream. Of course it had to sneak it's way into my subconscious around this exact time. The time when I've been relaxed for once. The time when I stopped thinking, for a nanosecond, that this thing with Tyler wasn't going to be all that bad. The time when I decided to ignore my past, or parts of it, and live a little.

After all these years, that memory, that person, still haunts me. Still manages to infiltrate my life and decide the way I live. I shouldn't let it control me. You'd think that by now I'd be strong enough to deal with it but such is trauma.

I had a feeling that this dream was just the start. I wish I could say that just one event fucked up my life but it's like they say... life's a ruthless bitch.

It throws you back into the deep end even after you've managed to make it back to shore. Knowing you can't swim, it comes at you like a tsunami.

These nightmares were far from over and that was my greatest fear. Memories from as long as 20 years ago to as recent as 5 years ago was only going to, once again, stir up the gumbo pot of emotions swirling through me.

New found passion. Attraction. Confidence. Mistrust. Guilt. Fear.

Yeah. I put on a brave, feisty, no nonsense face for the entire world to see and I'm yet to find anyone who's been able to see past that. Except for Alex, of course.

A part of me wants Tyler to be the person who peels back the layers but another part is afraid that he might not like what he finds.

My past isn't indented with explosions or dead ex's or crime lords and politics like Tyler's but it sure as hell came close if not worse.

I was absolutely dreading, with every orifice of my being, the confrontation that I may or may not have to face once Tyler is up. I'm sure he has plenty of questions of his own floating around in there.

I should probably make a run for it.

Get dressed and hitchhike back into town.

In fact, I should probably get out of LA. Save myself the horrid explanation.

But there was no way on God's green earth was I about to sprout feathers, grow a beak and call myself chicken. I couldn't keep running from my past especially not after a dumb dream.

I could only hope that my paranoia was the cause of my overreaction and not some sort of psychic 6th Sense. I could only hope.

Tyler shifted in his sleep, causing all of my thoughts to drift off into the abyss of my mind, pulling me back to reality.

I gently pryed his arms away from my midsection, making sure not to wake sleeping beauty up. I hopped out of bed and made my way towards the bathroom as stealthily as I could.

I took my time brushing my teeth and washing the sleep away with splashs of cold water. I gazed into the mirror above the vanity for some time, taking in my appearance.

Light bags were forming underneath my eyes, possibly courtesy of last night's events, dulling the color in my eyes. My chocolate brown hair was in desperate need of some new styling but I just had no time. The tiny indentations on either side of the bridge of my nose from wearing those glasses. The Lilly white scar that marred my right shoulder. Yet another memory. Wearing Tyler's shirts did little to hide it, since It was constantly falling off my shoulders.