Just Dreams ( On Hold)

Just Dreams- Chapter 3

Recap;

"Not again," I whisper, I'm in the forest, again.

"Relax, they're not here," I hear from behind me, I turn around and my gaze is met by a pair of baby blue eyes.

"Riley? What are you doing here?" I ask.

"I needed to talk to you. It's about, Milo."

"Milo? What about him?"

"You noticed something different about him, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"It's called hypersuasion. Oh, and remember there are parallels from this world and our own. Like me, and Milo. He's real," he tells me while turning away to leave.

"That means, he knows how to find me, when I'm awake, and when I'm dreaming," I realize, then I wake up.

Chapter 3

"Haven! Haven!" my mom yells.

I get up and head downstairs, "Is he here?" I ask.

"Yes, Haven, I'm here," Dr. O'Reilly greets while getting up from his chair.

He's young, maybe twenty-seven, definately not what you'd expect from a psychiatrist. His hair is just as dark as mine, only his is cut shorter. But, his eyes, they're a dull, flat, emotionless black.

"Nice to meet you, Dr. O'Reilly," I greet while holding out my hand.

He takes my hand and shakes it, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Haven."

"Well, I have to go out for a little while and get some paper-work done. So please, Dr. O'Reilly, make yourself at home," my mom explains, and then leaves me with this strange person who says he's a psychiatrist but actually isn't, nice mom, real nice.

All this time, Dr. O'Reilly still hasn't let go of my hand, he's just been staring at me.

"Ummm... Dr. O'Reilly-"

"No need for formalities, Haven, just call me, Drake," he interupts.

"Okay then, Drake, please let go of my hand."

"Oh, sorry about that," he apologizes, and then let's go of my hand.

"So what do you know about me?" I ask.

"Well, it's not so much you, I know about but, your father."

"You know my dad?" I ask, slightly hopeful.

"Yes, but I'm pretty sure that you wouldn't want to meet him anytime soon," he explains.

"Why's that?"

"He's not the way he used to be, and if he found ever found about you, that you share his blood. Well, he's going to do whatever it takes to get you back."

"I think he might already know," I tell him.

"How?" he asks, shocked.

"A guy named, Milo. He said he knew my father too, and he wanted me to follow him somewhere. But, what's so bad about my dad knowing about me?"

"Well now that, Milo, knows who you are, he's probably already told your father. But the fact that you were where you were means that you're special. You see, your father is what we call a fallen angel, and his blood is yours as well. You are part fallen angel," he explains.

"Fallen angel?"

"Yes, where most angel's wings are white, a fallen angel's wings are black, like a raven's."