planning on making this a longer chapter so if you were getting ready for a short chapter, grab some popcorn.
a hooded figure is chasing me, and i can't see it's face. no matter how far away i get from it, it is always around the corner in a matter of seconds.
"turn around," the figure yells, in a raspy voice.
i keep running.
"turn around!" the hooded man screeches, "or he dies!"
i turn around and the man has brendon, holding him by the collar. brendon is tied up, so he can't fight back. it's impossible for him to talk or yell, because there's a gag tied so tightly around his mouth that it would pain him to move just his face.
"brendon!" i scream.
he tries to mutter something, but recoils from pain as the hooded man kicks him as hard as he can. i hear something crack, and brendon falls to the ground.
"your boyfriend," the man spits, "just got his rib broken, and if you don't do as i say, he will have a lot more broken than just his ribs."
"what-" my voice cracks. "-what do you want me to do." i say.
"right now, i just want you to listen to me." he says.
i nod quickly.
"you really thought you could get rid of me, azrael? did you really? i'm the reason you are where you are right now."
i shake my head, that's not true.
"don't fucking move, azrael." he stomps on brendon's hand, earning a grunt of pain and a half scream from me.
i stand stiffly, not moving.
the man walks close to me, and circles around me, like you'd see a flock of birds circle around their next meal.
his fingers trace my neck, and his hands travel down my body.
"you haven't changed one bit, azzie." i bit my tongue as he said the nickname,, because only my friends could call me that.
"in fact, you're exactly the same." his hands linger at my waist. "you have, indeed, gotten a much better body. you've always been thin, but now you have bigger thighs, a small waist, the perfect body for a girl. every man, and woman, will want you now." he smirks.
the man leans over and whispers in my ear, his hands on my neck sensually.
"what does brendon have that i don't? i could give you anything, azrael. do you not remember me? i'm impossible to forget, love. there is no way that you prefer that dimwit to me, the clearly superior man. what is it, azzie? what do i have to do? how will you love me again?"
the man sounds like he's pleading.
"talk to me," he says.
brendon groans from behind.
"shut UP, you fool." the man screams.
i wince as the man kicks brendon's side again.
"SPEAK TO ME!" the man yells.
"i-i don't know who you are.." i mumble.
he softens his eyes and looks at me.
"why, lovely, i'm your ex boyfriend." he grins.
he leans towards me, and everything goes black.
"azzie! azzie? wake up!" brendons voice jolts me back into the real world. i'm sweating, and from the feel of my face, i was crying.
"what happened, love?" he gently asks.
"it-it was just a nightmare." i hiccup.
"sweetheart, you were screaming." brendon looks concerned.
"wh.. what was i screaming?"
"you were saying my name, and "help me," over and over again." his soft hand caresses my face.
"well, in the nightmare, i was being chased by someone, then he had you, and was gonna kill you unless i did what he said, and it turned out it was my ex...." i trail off and start crying again.
"hey, hey.. baby... it's okay, love." he kisses my head and rubs my back.
i fill him in on all the graphic details of the nightmare, and he just nods and supports me and tells me that everything will be alright.
i've completely broken down by the end of the story, and i'm sobbing in his arms.
"azzie, babe, it's okay. you're fine. you'll be okay."
"bren," i hiccup again, "what if.. what if.."
" what if what?" he asks.
"n-never mind." i say.
"you can tell me anything, babe." he says to me.
"it's nothing, we should really get going. you have tour."
"alright then..." he seems uncertain.
we pack our stuff up, well, he packs his, since i don't have anything. the whole time we were in the car, he talks to me about tours, and makes efforts to cheer me up. all i want to hear is "i love you," but we haven't been together long enough to say it to each other's faces. i can't shake the feeling of paranoia, because that nightmare was too vivid, too graphic. it was a lucid dream. i could feel what was happening. it was absolutely terrifying.
now, i'm not only scared for myself, but i'm scared for brendon, too.
(also i wanna thank you for 1.4k??? what!? that's crazy, i love you all. if you ever need anything, hit my pm box. i wanna be here for y'all. xoxo avaris.)
