When The White Boy Walked In...

4

I open my eyes slowly and feel chills run through my whole body. I'm not the type that wakes up screaming and panting heavily. Because even as I walk out of the room my mom is still asleep. I'm used to having these nightmares but I've never seen up to the point where my dad was going to be shot dead. It's probably because I talked about it today, big mistake, I blame Thomas. I sit on the two-seater couch in the living room and wipe away the tears I didn't even know I was shedding. As I wipe them away, more just run down my cheeks.

I bury my face in my palms and rest my hands on my legs and continue crying. I feel the couch go down next to me, so, I look up and see Thomas right next to me. Oh God, seriously.

"Uhmmm... I don't know what to say." He says and purses his lips.

"Well, that's good." I wet my lips and wipe the tears from my cheeks furiously trying to hide the fact that I was crying.

"Why is that good?" I don't answer him. "I know you were crying so stop trying so hard to hide it."

"Because I don't want you to say anything." I answer his question.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He says after a long moment of silence.

I shake my head no and the events of my nightmare come back and I start crying again. I try to stop but I can't. I recall the cause of his death and remember her, Rose, such a sweet name from such an evil girl. I become angry at the thought of her and feel hatred, not just for her but myself. I should have known. Why do I have to be so dumb?

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Thomas raise his hand and drops it again. I want to ask him what he was about to do but he cuts me off by hugging me.

"I'm sorry but you really needed a hug."

"It's okay. Thanks." I say in a small voice and smile a little.

He reaches to my face and wipes my tears before wrapping his hand around my shoulder pulling me close to him.

I close my eyes and decide to tell him about my nightmare.

"My dad." Thomas stiffens as soon as I say this. I tell him everything that happened in the nightmare.

I sniff before continuing. "You know when I think about the her, I have murderous thoughts. I swear if I ever met her again, I'll make her pay." I instantly see red and have the urge to pound somebody's head against the wall repeatedly.

Thomas must have noticed this because he runs his hand up and down my back. I shiver from his touch and he pulls away instantly. Why did he pull away, I was enjoying it and the way it sends chills down my spine. Oooooh...

"Sorry." He says.

"It's okay. I'm just a little cold." I tell him.

"Oh. In that case, I'll be right back." He disappears into the darkness and returns with a blanket. My brother's blanket that my mom and I left for Thomas on my brother's bed. He wraps it around me and returns his hand around my shoulder.

"Thanks." I smile.

"How did you know I was out here anyway?" I ask.

"When you walked in, I was on that couch." He points to the couch opposite the one we're sitted on.

"Oh. I must have not noticed you."

"Yup."

"Why?"

"Nothing, couldn't sleep."

"Okay."

We sit in a comfortable silence until my eyelids start becoming droopy.

"Uhm... I would carry you to your room but I don't want to wake your mom."

I snort. " Like you're strong enough."

"Actually, I am. You want me to get try?"

"No. And shut up, you're making me lose my sleep."

Thomas walks me to the door of my room and we both exchange good nights before collecting the blanket and retreating to his room for the night. As I lay down, my thoughts are occupied by a white blonde boy with grey eyes.

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