Zeldia had an overprotective brother name Richard, who wasn't too keen on her dating despite being old enough and in college. Her friends also thought he was being overbearing about it.
One day when Zeldia threw a party and a guy she met at the camp...
Zeldia came home and headed straight to her bedroom. Richard notice and wonder why she'd not acknowledged him. Especially when she was suppose to helped make supper while he was busy painting. His paintings weren't bad it was his lack of motivation and confidence which were.
He went upstairs and heard what sounded like footsteps behind him. Richard turned around and saw no one. He knocked on Zeldia' door and she answered.
"How was school Zel?"
"Good. I met someone at poetry club."
Richard dropped his paint brush he still was holding.
"You did?"
"Yes, a transferred student from Georgia."
Richard was hesitant to ask any further questions despite hearing this news.
"Say I think we should have dinner now."
He went back downstairs and packed away his art supplies and went straight to the kitchen and started to make some spaghetti and meat balls. After dinner was done he waited for Zeldia to arrive but she never did.
"Zeldia?"
He went to the hallway and called out her name.
"ZELDIA! DINNER IS READY!"
She came downstairs and got a can from the pantry.
He squirmed when he saw Zeldia open a can of sardines and pour it over her dish.
"Eew! You really like eating that with spaghetti?"
"Yes, it's a good option whenever beef isn't around."
Richard tried to be civil throughout dinner but couldn't keep the prying subject she brought up off his mind.
"Is this transferred student from Georgia nice?"
"Yes."
Richard didn't said another word after that.
"Well, I'm off to bed. Goodnight bro."
"Night."
Richard hoped what he was thinking regarding this person she met wasn't true.
Later that night...
Richard had always been uncomfortable with his sister dating. Some even thought his over protectiveness was a sign of jealousy, more like that of a secret admirer.
He never would admit that he was a controlling individual however.
Richard awoke to hear laughter and moans. At first he thought it was the television but it sounded too authentic.
Then the electricity went out.
Richard then knew something wasn't right and went to see what was the matter.
Richard walked over to the couch and saw Damon lying on it with Zeldia caressing his bare chest.
"ZELDIA! WHAT ON EARTH?"
Zeldia turned around and growled at him then bared her fangs.
Richard jumped from out of his bed in a cold sweat.
He sense something was amiss in his bedroom and went into his nightstand drawer searching for a flashlight.
He turned it on and quickly looked around and saw nothing abnormal.
"Bad dream?"
Richard jumped and turned around to see Damon standing behind him.
"Who are you and how did you get into my home?"
Damon smirked as he walked across the room.
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"I was invited."
"Invited how?"
Damon chuckled.
"I do say, your sister is quite a beauty."
Richard's eyes widen.
"Zeldia came home by herself."
"Are you sure?"
"What do you want with my sister?"
"Why I thought you'd figure that out by now."
It occurred to Richard that he was referencing his dream.
Richard grabbed a knife and tried to stab him but Damon held his hand and squeezed it, forcing him t drop the knife.
"What do you want?"
"To make you go crazy."
Richard screamed awake and looked around to see he had been dreaming again.
He heard knocking on the door.
"Richard, are you okay?"
"Yeah, go back to bed Zeldia."
"It's 6:30AM."
"Oh."
Richard tried to get the events of his dreams off his mind.
"You want breakfast?"
"I'll make something later, thanks anyways!"
He sat down on his bed and thought over the events he dreamed. He rubbed his hand over his head, whoever was that guy he dreamed about wasn't real and wouldn't ever come to his home. Must less come anywhere near his sister.
