The Way You See Me

Chapter Eleven

It took me nearly five minutes before I could breathe normally again. I was sweating, and crying. I was a mess. I swung my legs over the side of my bed and walked to my bathroom, Max hot on my heels. I'd probably freaked him out. I didn't know how long I screamed for, but it felt like forever, and my throat is still burning.

I look at myself in the mirror, and wipe my tears, gathering myself. I haven't had that vivid of a dream in a long time. 

It was so real that I walk out to the living room, making sure nothing was broke and there wasn't blood everywhere. 

There isn't, thank God. I go back to my bathroom and undress. I start the shower, and step in once the water is hot enough. 

Once I'm in, I stand directly beneath the water, letting it run over my face, hair, and body. 

I think about everything that's happened lately. Meeting Dom, the coffee shop, everything about Nick, my phone, the kids on the way to Kayla's house, the fight two nights ago; the guys in the fight, and most importantly, my dream last night.

What if it was a sign? What if that could happen, in real life? I'm just dragging Dom down into the hell I live, and that's not fair to him.

After I wash my hair and body, I shut off the water and sigh. I dry myself off with the towel hanging on the door, then wrap my hair in it. 

I can already tell it'll be a bad day when getting dressed is over-whelming me. I start with underwear and a bra. Easy enough. But am I going to wear leggings? Or should I put on shorts? I didn't want people seeing my legs- I was insecure about every part of my body, and it sucked. 

But it is hot today, so maybe I should wear shorts. Or I could stick to leggings since I'll be inside all day anyway. 

Fuck. Dom is coming over today. I think back to my dream. It literally felt as though it happened. I know it didn't, but could it? Could Nick really shoot someone? 

I had no idea, and that was the scariest part.

I get over my anxiety with getting dressed, settling on a plain pair of black leggings, along with a white t-shirt from the show Freinds. 

Max follows me out to the living room, where I pause in the doorway. This was the view I was watching from in my dream last night. Fucking scary. 

I walk away. I distract myself by letting Max go into the backyard and fill up two bowls of ice-cold water to set out there with him. I always leave him two, in case he spills one. He'd never be outside long enough to drink both, and if it's hot, I bring him inside. 

I go into the kitchen and stand at the fridge with the doors open. The cool air feels nice, but I literally can't think straight right now, it's almost like I'm in shock from something that didn't really happen. 

I can't take it anymore. I have to see Dom. I have to know he's okay. Maybe I'll even tell him about the dream. It could just freak him out and he'll leave, but maybe that'd be for the best. 

I realize I still don't have a car, or a phone. I also have no idea where he lives. But, I do know he works at the coffee place. That's a start. 

I sigh, rubbing my temple as I close the fridge and walk over to the back door, letting Max inside. He jumps around happily. 

Often times I wish I was a dog. They have it pretty easy.

Leaning down, I pet Max for a few moments before I decide that if I am going, it's now or never. For all I know, Nick is on his way here to yell at me for no reason other than the fact that he's bored.