Chapter 4 : I Dislike Nightmares

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Chapter 4 : I Dislike Nightmares

The two girls finally reach emilia's house. abigail didn't have time to stay, which was unfortunate for emilia. Emilia didn't want her to go because they've been having so much fun, but she also did because she suddenly wasn't feeling well. It was a strange anxiety in the pit of her stomach.

She shrugged and said, "i guess it has been a weird day."

she turned to the door and gently slid her key in and turned it. The lock made a satisfying pop then a click and she was in. Her house was in a new victorian style that was unique from most homes that emilia had seen. Even her old house was modern with lots of black hardwood floors and white walls. While her new home had various patterns of granite and marble. Aswell there were antiques hung up all over the walls and sitting on display counters for when guests came over to stun and wow them. For that night it was all to herself because her mother was out for a business trip and would be back on monday.

Emilia lived upstairs in the attic so she walked down the hall out of the front room. Then she went up the stairs and finally into her room. She dropped her skirt to the ground. Then she pulled off her stuffy school vest, and the blouse came off right after. Finally she unclipped her bra and let it fall to the floor. The only thing that she still wore, well had inside of her, was her buttplug that she didn't exactly want out. She quickly threw on a pair of pajama pants and a baggy t-shirt, and looked in the mirror.

As she admired herself she said, "looking cute as always. She gave herself a thumbs up to approve of her new relaxed look.

Her hand feel to her side and her head slumped. Apparently she didn't need a new change of clothing because she still felt weird. It felt like there were eyes on her back at every moment. Like there was someone with her. There was a strong desire to, "de-stress" as emilia called it, which to the less linguistically nimble read means masturbate. Some might also say that is too vague and the phrase, "pound her pussy till she was too exhausted to get up." would have been a more accurate description. To that i say bollocks in this book we handle things with tack and grace. Now where was i? Oh yeah here we go. Emilia wanted to relax and de-stress, but it felt like there was something slowly eating away at her that she couldn't describe.

It got so bad emilia had to take a walk around the house to clear her nerves. Around the house she walked calmly humming a song to calm her nerves from the mysterious dreadful feeling.

she had very little to do that night anyway. She was use to the house being so quiet since her mother worked so much and her father was divorced and lived far away.

She passed by her old room, which was on the first floor. She use to live in that room just after she moved to the new house, but lately she found it too hot at night so she moved into a smaller room in the attic. Emilia felt a force pulling at her away from the room. Emilias curiosity got the better of her and she entered. It was very cluttered, as a result of moving to a smaller room there was a lot of stuff still in her old room. Nothing too strange just boxes and bags.

A small glint caught her eye in the darkness. Squinting at it turned up nothing and the light switch was far out of reach. Carefully she stepped over boxes and around bags until she finally reach a small clearing of floor space right next to whatever had caught her attention. She felt incredibly anxious like someone was pulling on her to get her out of that room. Slowly she pulled out the mysterious object and stared at it in the darkness. It was thin and rectangular kind of like a book, but it had a glass cover. She held it into the light to see what it was more clearly. It was a picture of the family. In it was emilia with her father and mother.

Emilia disliked her father. He was never around, and he never seemed to care about her. Not that either of them seemed to particularly care much more about her than what would be expected of them. Nonetheless her father seemed to care the least. Emilia always wanted a closer relationship with him. Unfortunately he didn't want the same with emilia and would always decline when she brought up the idea of going out and spending time together when she was much younger.

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