A Dream Come True! [On Hiatus]

Chapter 13: Trouble!

Scarlett POV:

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"Kiss me!"

Robin lunges at my defenseless body with full stamina.

His weight crushes my lungs, knocking the air out.

He's now on top of me, trying his best effort to kiss me. And BAM!

The flushed lips smack my own. He's not holding back anymore.

His lips move roughly with sync against mine, this tells me that he's been longing and desperate for this moment.

'What's gotten into him?', my mind questions.

Through that kiss, my life's being drained.

Pulling back, he wears a menacing smile.

"I'm been waiting too long for your lips and now...I got what I needed..."

Heaving, I back away, only to smash into an invisible force field like thing.

The dark space, stays still, not one breeze lingers.

The hazel orbs turn cold with pure evil, his smile dies down like he's out of energy.

"Now then, join my other precious objects and you'll forever be mine!", a maniacal laugh echoes off the dusked walls.

All of a sudden....the space beneath me cracks open, straining to engulf me whole.

"No! Don't do this!", I beg, only to be answered by a scowl.

A strong force, lures me in the uncertain realm of a thing.

I'm falling. Falling in a never ending, black pit, ready to meet the hard,icy, ground. But, it never comes.

I strain to scream but no sound dares to erupt.

Tears roll up my face, the force of the wind pushing it upwards.

Only one phrase swirls in my thoughts; 'why did he do this?'

Then, out of nowhere, streams of golden light, break through the black enclosure.

For a millisecond, I'm thankful.... Until the rays wrap around my arms like a constricting cobra, stinging my flesh with intense heat. I wince at that.

Bright light, blinds my vision as I try to blink the sun spots away.

'Im saved...', I think.

My eyes tear open, to meet Darth Vader, staring at my very soul.

Wait. Darth Vader?

I spring out of the cozy bed, which also smells like cinnamon.

Robin.

I gaze around the Star Wars filled room.

How did I get here?

Then, all the events of last night, flood my head like a memory train.

I went to the Musical with Robin......watched Nash's performance......drank something called After Cock? Or was it..After Shock? Yeah that. Next, I....remember shouting 'I like me better when I'm wasted'......

I intake air, filling my lungs to its full capacity, also, making that weird sound when you all of a sudden remember something. Yes, that weird gasp sorta thing.

"I DRANK ALCOHOL?!?!", I scream my guts out.

The house trembles afterwards, due to my superhuman momentum of shouting the loudest.