blue (book one) - h.s. ✔️ watty's 2019

chapter 36

The long, narrow hall is dark. The wooden floor is cold to my bare feet. I don't know why, but I'm compelled towards the sound of heavy breathing coming from the single door on the opposite end. I know what's behind that door. It's no surprise yet I can't seem to hold back my anticipation or the tears that burn my eyes.

Reaching a hand out I carefully lay my hand on the nob and twist. A loud opening sound fills the empty hallway instantly.

Before what's behind is visually in sight, the sound of the bed creaking intensifies.

"Harder!" A high pitched feminine voice shrieks from the other side of the door. It's as if all of my senses, every fiber in my being is attentive to their actions. My vision is impaired now thanks to the stream of liquid salt staining my cheeks. Nevertheless, I proceed to open the door.

"Fuck," in a low, rasp is the last thing I can hear before I'm being pulled by some invisible force into the darkness of the hallway. The once normal-sized door looks miniature now.

I try to scream but my voice is caught in my throat.

I feel like I'm suffocating.

I try running towards the door, wanting to fight the force, but the faster I run the further the door seems to move away from me.

As soon as it looks like I'm making progress a boney hand whips me around and I'm faced with a horrifying creature.

It says nothing as it begins playing with my hair, taking it between its claw-like fingers. It's breath is rancid and hot against my face. The oddest thing about the grotesque creature is that it is without a face.

And then almost instantly he starts biting into my neck with sharpened teeth. The pain is unbearable. Though my body is screaming with pain, my mind is eerily focused on the monster. I can feel my life force being sucked from my body at a slower rate. It's almost like someone's slowly peeling away my skin, revealing nothing but bloody bones. I'm in complete shock, I think. I can feel myself losing consciousness.

The creature begins to shake me violently, yelling in my face. Is it talking? The alien form's shakes are violent as giant drops of its saliva fall onto my face. I have to close my eyes ti protect them from its acidic salivation.

Then, as if the creature comprehends language now, it starts talking in a low, raspy voice. Although it seems like the creature is speaking English, I can't understand a word he's saying.

Regardless, the voice seems familiar.

A bit too familiar to be completely honest.

Then, he speaks my name.

"Parker, Parker!" The voice continues. However, it doesn't necessarily sound monstrous anymore. The voice is almost velvet-like.

I open my eyes.

It was just a nightmare.

I blink my eyes a couple of times until they adjust to the cold, dim light of the morning.

I jump a little at the suddenness of a windshield wiper and only then do I realize that I'm in the passenger's seat of Harry's truck.

"Well, good morning," he says sending his dimpled smile my way before focusing back on the road.

"Ho-Wher-Wha," I say unable to articulate my thoughts. What was that nightmare?

With a low chuckle he begins to speak answering my nonexistent questions.

"I carried you in your sleep. We are on our way to the nearest Diner to get you some breakfast. And then we'll be on our way to the airport," he finishes keeping his eyes trained on the road.

Airport?

What?

As if I had voiced my thoughts aloud Harry answers promptly.

"We're going to travel around America," he says nonchalantly.

"Our flight to Nevada leaves soon."

Confusion is evident on my face before a sudden sensation of extreme joy and happiness takes over my body at his words.

I scream.

And I scream.

And I scream.

And I scream.

Despite my piercing voice I can hear Harry's radiant laugh and can't help but climb over his divider to kiss him on the cheek.

Surprising myself greatly.

"Whoa, whoa now. I'm driving, bud," he says smiling as I return back to my seat.

"I can't believe this," I start.

"I've always wanted to do this!"

"I know," he says confidently and I just can't believe he remembered.

That was so long ago. I even forgot I had told him about it.

As a child, being on the road was probably the only time I was really with my parents. No work, no annoying assistants, no weird strangers. It was our time. Together. As a family.

The smile on my face is irreplaceable as we stop at an upcoming gas station.

"I'll be back. Gotta grab some things real quick. Sit tight," Harry announces before exiting.

After I come down from my elation I begin searching through the bags in the back of his truck to see what all he has packed for me.

Nervously, I open a suitcase labeled for me and there is nothing but toiletries and a couple of white t-shirts that aren't mine.

I hear the driver's door open from behind me and turn back around taking the hot cup of coffee into my hands.

"Where's all of my stuff?" I ask after taking a sip wincing from the hot steam.

"The very back. Don't worry. I packed you enough clothes for about a week. . . some of my favorites on you," he continues smirking.

I can feel myself blushing and quickly hide my face in the hot cup.

"That are somewhat appropriate."

Without even looking I can see vividly the smirk on his face, as I'm sure he can sense the coloration of my face. Curse my pale skin.

"I didn't pack all of your clothes, because I figured that we could just buy shit along the way," he says nodding his head in approval of his own actions.

"Oh."

"That okay?" he asks, looking over at me worry evident in his face.

"Yea, no, it's totally fine. I'm just thinking," I say a little too quickly.

"You sure?"

"Positive."