Alright I'm bout to ban all y'all from reading this. Y'all never told me I used the wrong name. I put Amiyah that's the wrong book. Just for that this a short Chapter.
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"Stokeley, do you believe dreams turn to reality" I asked. We're finally done finals these two weeks felt like forever. I've been having nightmares I guess. They're the same dream over and over but each time it just proceeds and I wake up on the verge of crying or I'm actually in tears.
Yesterday I woke up in tears. Well Stokeley woke me up he said I kept whining in my sleep and then I started crying. I feel bad not saying what's wrong but, I feel too old for nightmares. Then every time I have the dream it feels like dealing with Jamal all over again. I wake up feeling like where Stokeley hit me in the dream was real. Then I look at him and he looks so concerned yet my dream feel like reality.
"Sometimes. I've had dreams that came true before. Almost like déjà vu" he says. I was laying on his stomach while he was slouched playing the game, quietly.
"The microphone thing is off right" I asked looking up at him.
"Yeah why wassup" He says never looking down at me. I looked back at the wall. I've been staring at it the past hour as he's played the game. With the dreams I've felt myself just distancing from him and I know it's bothering him. I like that's he's patient but I feel pathetic. I have to explain to my boyfriend I'm having nightmares of him yelling and hitting me.
"Don't laugh or anything—"
"Why would I laugh at you being serious" he cut me off.
"Okay well don't judge me the wrong way."
"Hold on let me cut off the game, and sit up" he says and I allow it. I sat up waiting and when he got comfortable he motioned for me to lay on him again.
"So I've been having nightmares. Well I mean you've figured that but, they're about you"
"Elaborate, I'm not butting in until your done"
"So, I don't know what goes wrong but it just starts with you yelling at me about us being together. Then I say I wanted to leave and it goes from yelling, to you putting your hands on me too" I say glancing up at him.
"I'm putting my hands on you"
"Nothing too bad a few punches and lots of rough grabbing and stuff"
"Nothing too bad. Is this why you was asking if dreams turn to reality because I've told you I'm not him"
"I know you're not but it's been two weeks and it's just getting worse each night" I say with tears building up.
"Bunny come here, that will never be me. As many times as you've pissed me off I would never place my hands on you. Yes I may yell but never to the point to make you cry. Kinda because you cry a lot" he says.
"I don't cry that much"
"Yes you do. Then you over think or get in your own head and do the most. You're dramatic as hell. That's not the point though. I'm not going to ever do that. If you ever even feel like the dream is happening let me know. If we do get into a heated argument and it feels like that let me know and we'll drop it." He says holding me and kissed my head. I wiped my tears and nodded.
"It just feels so real sometimes and I'm too old to be crying over a dream. I hate it"
"No you're not. You could be 85 having a nightmare and I want you to wake me up and let me comfort you back to sleep" he says.
"I love you" I blush. I feel like I had this planned in my head to go way worse and that we'd argue and everything but this went faster then I anticipated.
"I love you more"
"I don't think you do"
"You wanna bet on it." He says looking at me.
"Nope, you probably do live me more which shouldn't be the case but I'm glad you do" I say.
"Got a love you a little bit more for all the time you don't love yourself"
"Aww look—"
"Nope shush. That made me seem soft and I don't even talk like that. Don't tell nobody I said that to you" he said laughing but I could tell he was a bit serious.
"Who would I tell, you're my only friend"
"Jah said you jut ghosted him"
"It wasn't on purpose. And I have the girl in Miami but I don't say a lot to her about us. I don't want an extra girl on me about you" I say truthfully.
"Thank goodness starting to get hard hiding all the messages from—"
"From who. You're talking to other girls for real" I say confused.
"No im joking"
"Are you sure"
"Why wouldn't I be"
"You can have friends but just tell me that's all. If they cross the line move yourself to a different area"
"Yes ma'am. I doubt I'd make too many female friends though, I ruined them relationship before we got together."
"When you was out being nasty"
"Yeah"
"You what we should do"
"Stay together with Jah at his place over the summer" he said quickly.
"I told you I don't want to be burden. Y'all should have fun. I'll still stay there but not the whole time"
"You being difficult"
"Well if me and her do fine then maybe after I graduate I'll just get a mace with her"
"What the fuck" he said looking at me.
"What"
"Hell no. We're getting a place together. You not moving in a with a bitch I don't know. I wouldn't feel right chilling there. You moving with me or alone that's it. And if you get your own place I'll secretly move myself in"
"Whatever"
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Y'all getting upset Jamal look good now but he wasn't supposed to look ugly. Obviously Ivy has to have some what of good taste in men. I mean it's not that good meaning she ain't giving Mark a chance. Also Twan and his girl kept that privacy to the max no body even knew :0...
