Spellbound [COMPLETED]

Chapter 4 Secrets and Dreams

Ana!

I hear him call. Well, sort of. I hear him, but it's like he's in my head.
I'm in a forest, searching for him. Ben, I'm pretty sure. I see him from a distance. He's glowing; a bright light surrounding him as if he were the sun. Then I realize that it's not light, it's fire.

Fire! No!

I ran towards him, in hopes that I can save him. But as I reached the fire, I realized that he wasn't engulfed in flames, he was surrounded by it. He was in the middle of a ring of fire that burned the ground in a wide circle.

Suddenly, we're face to face. But now I'm in the circle with him. And it's not just fire this time.

We're surrounded by a circle of water, which is surrounded by a ring of fire. There's barely enough room for us to walk.

I look at him; I only now realize he's not wearing anything but a pair of jeans. He caresses my face, holding my gaze.

"There's so much you need to know. But I have to protect you from all of this," he says. His expression is a shot to the heart. He's torn.

"Protect me from what? You can tell me." I love you.

"Oh Annabel."

He takes me into his arms and kisses me, deeply. There's an urgency in his kiss that leaves me unhinged. Wanting more.

I grab his neck as he enfolds me in his arms, his lips working their way down to my neck, my chest, Oh My God!

Instead of collapsing to the grass like I expected, we're in white satin sheets; lost in each other's passion.

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I wake with a jolt. Woah. What a night. It's so strange; I've never had a dream like that before. And not just because of what me and Ben did in it, but also because I wasn't able to control it. I've been lucid dreaming for as long as I can remember, but in my recent one, I felt powerless. Almost as if I was under a spell.

It's 4:40am. Weird, I never beat the alarm either. I put the thought aside and get ready for school.
I don on a pair of pants, a white peplum shirt, and some coral lipstick. Then I head downstairs and do my morning routine (check that my stuff's in my bag, make breakfast, etc). As I set the table, I notice a note on dad's placemat.

Left for work early (2am). Your mom will be home from her conference either today or tomorrow. Be safe.
Love,
Dad

I smile at the note. You too, dad. I put his French toast in a plastic Tupperware for Ryan. She should be here in about ten minutes.

As I eat my breakfast, I think about my dream. What does it mean?

Dreams are often my one true escape from the real world; I have control over them and know for sure they won't actually happen. Or I did.
Let me think. Sudden flashes mean visions, voices in my head mean I'm reading minds, but this is completely new.

Then I remembered that I heard Ben's voice without seeing him. Could that have been him? Me reading his mind?
No, that can't be him. Reading minds, I can handle, but communicating through dreams is madness.

My thoughts are interrupted by Ryan's ringtone. Cher Lloyd, of course.

"Hey," I answered.

"Hey, I'm outside, and you'll never guess who's with me," she said excitedly.

Oh My God, it's him.