Marvelous With Words, and Too Good To Be True

(3) Marvelous With Words and Too Good To Be True

So here is chp 3!!! For those who read this story, I'm sorry for the wait! I've been really busy lately but since it's a holiday break I have got the opportunity to write!

So yep, hopefully this story isn't a bomb and it holds some kind of excitement or suspense that will keep you reading. plz give me lots of feedback! thx!

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* RECAP *

I laid there and thought over everything that just happened. He... Daniel, and I had talked for about three hours... I can't believe I'm actually talking to my creeper! I don't even know if what he's saying is true! Though, again, I have an odd feeling that I can trust him. I don't like it, but maybe I should listen to these feelings and thoughts.

I soon fell asleep, and had the odd replay of my childhood in my dreams. Why do I have to dream of the person I possibly loved the most?

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"We'll play Prince and Princess tomorrow, I promise." My older brother, 14 years old at the time, told me as he tucked me into my bed.

"Do you piggy promise?" I checked sadly, not struggling against him. At the time, I was five years old. He chuckled as he finished with my sheets.

"Yes, I pinky promise." My brother leaned down to me and hugged me in my Disney Princess printed sheets. My brother was a product from my mom's earlier marriage, before she ever met her current husband, my dad, and I was produced from them. My older brother kissed my cheek, then teased me by giving me eskimo kisses. I giggled at the funny feeling on my nose. As he stood up to elave I grabbed the end of the sleeve of his shirt.

"Brodder, promise me you'll always forebber be with me." I didn't know what came over me, but I seemed to need to know this, to hear him say it that night. That was also the year that I was learning how to pronounce the rest of my words correctly.

"I promise, no... I swear, I will always stay with you. I love you, Kitten." My darling brother swore to me that night, and I peacefully fell asleep that night. Kitten was what my brother called me since I could remember. There was never a really big reason why he called me kitten, but I remember him telling me that I was cuddly, petite, and cute like a kitten so that's what he called me. It was, and still is, my favorite animal in the whole universe.

Anyways, the next day I remember my brother coming home from school and I eagerly ran out to the front yard to greet him. "Jamie! Jamie!" I shouted over and over again. I jumped up and down on the lawn, waiting excitedly for him to cross the street and take me into his protective, loving arms the way he did everyday after school. Suddenly, the screeching of something, what I now know were car tires, pierced my ears and caused me to scream in shock of the new noise. When I opened my eyes I saw a car stopped in the middle of the street and a limp body on the ground in front of it. In curiosity and panic I ran over to the body.

"Jamie!" I cried as I saw his bloody head. "Jamie! ... Wake up, brodder!" He didn't respond as I shook him. Of course, at my young age I didn't understand what really happened. I attempted to scold him as my mother did when he didn't listen, "James!" I repeated several times until I felt my father's strong arms lifting me up and holding me close. The scene in front of me grew further away as my father took long strides towards the house. I saw my mother on her knees, crying for my brother. Being only five, I waved goodbye by scrunching my hands up then stretching them out. I crumpled and sobbed into my father's shoulder whimpering, "You promised, Jamie. You promised..." That day, and all of the days after, I never again got to play Prince and Princess...

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I jolted up right as my buzzing clock screamed at me telling me to wake up. After sitting rigid for a few minutes the dream I just had hit me. A tear rand down my face and with out thinking I muttered, "You promised, Jamie. You promised." I dragged my legs to the side and resisted the urge to fall over as my legs fell off he edge of my bed and my feet hit the floor. I put my hands on either side of my legs and slowly pushed myself up. The cold floor bit at my feet as my weight transfered. My shoulders shuddered in protest of the weather as I turned around to fix my sheets.