My mom has been kidnapped for almost two weeks. How could someone do this? Kidnap someone. Kidnap a kid's mother. What if it's that guy in all those pictures? What is he doing to her?
All these questions running through my head and I don't know the answer to any of them.
"Adam.... Are you okay?" Aimee asked coming from the kitchen.
We were at home. I was sitting on the couch staring at the TV, not listening or paying any attention to it. I wanted answers to all my worries, but they wouldn't come this soon.
"No," I quietly say. She sat down beside me on the couch.
"I wouldn't be either," she said.
And that was pretty much the rest of the day. Aimee would mumble the same question every once in a while and I'd say no. It eventually got to the point where Aimee decided I needed some time to think, alone.
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"Mom?!" I scream, nothing but darkness.
"Adam!" I heard my mom's voice. I turned around but she wasn't there.
"Mom?!! Mom where are you?!!" My voice rose, filled with fright.
Silence.
"Run baby! Run get out of here! Go!!" I turn around to see my mom tied to a metal chair.
"Mom!" I ran to her. This time she didn't disappear.
"No, Adam! Baby get out of here!" She pleaded.
"Mom I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to get you out of here." I told her, trying to untie the rope around her wrists.
"Please, baby, go." She cried.
"He just got here." There was a voice behind me. I saw mom look up and she started to cry.
"Please, please leave my baby alone." She pleaded but that didn't help.
The voice rose even higher.
"Shut up you horrid bitch!"
Amd after the voice scream, I felt something cover my face. And the last thing I heard was my mother screaming.
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I quickly opened my eyes realizing it was all a dream. My hair was pasted to my forehead and my hands were sweaty. I must've fallen asleep on the couch.
I got up and started walking down the hall to the stairs. Once I got upstairs I made my way to Aimee's bedroom. I quietly twisted the door knob and pushed the door open slowly. Aimee was sprawled out over her bed, her hair was all over the place, in her face, in between her fingers. Her long tanned legs spread across the bed, twisted with the sheets. She looked beautiful. She stirred a little, I slowly walked over to her bed and crouched down beside her.
"Aimee..." I softly said. She slowly opened her green eyes.
"Hey," her voice was filled with sleep.
"Can I sleep in her with you?" I asked, keeping my voice down to a whisper.
"Uh yeah," she answered sitting up, fixing the covers.
"Really Aimee?" I asked knowing that I don't need any covers.
"Oh yeah. I'm sorry A–" she started but I cut her off.
"It's okay Aimee," I walked over to the other side of her bed and climbed in.
"If you need anything, just wake me up okay." She yawned turning over to face me.
"Okay." I said. We were both staring at each other for a while before Aimee asked, "What was your nightmare about?"
I closed my eyes slowly and replied, "I had a dream about my mom. She was tied to this metal chair, then this voice came from behind me and then something covered my face and after that my mom screamed. That's when I woke up."
Aimee closed her eyes after I got finished telling her about my nightmare.
"I wish I could hold your hand." She opened her eyes and smiled at me. I smiled at the thought.
"I wish I could too." I said, truely wanting to touch more than her hands. I want to touch her hair, her face, her lips. I want to know how she feels. I want to know every curve of her body, but those are only thoughts. I know I could never get the chance to know her.
"Adam..." She put her hand near my hand. I didn't move.
"Adam...I.." She looked at our hands. She put her hand on my hand but all it did was go through mine. I could feel the warmth of her hand through mine.
"Can you feel that?" She asked, her eyes wondered with eagerness.
"A little bit," I smiled.
"Goodnight Adam," she smiled at me.
"Night Aimee," I yawned.
I soon fell back to sleep, knowing that when I wake up in the morning I didn't wake up during the night with another nightmare again.
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Hello my darlings!!!! What did you think about this chapter?!!
Pretty good, yeah? What about Adam feeling Aimee's warmth through her hand through his?!!!
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She Made Me Feel Alive
RomanceEighteen year old Adam Lewis is dead. The only friends he has are two dogs. Izzy which is a white maltese with a purple bow. And Dylan which is a huge golden lab. But when Adam meets Aimee Smith, being dead doesn't matter anymore to him. The only th...