"Here we are," David swung open the door to a small house. "My parents usually stay here, but they're staying in one of their vacation homes now," His voice was smug as he boasted about his parent's wealth.
I tried to listen, but my eyelids drooped and my feet dragged along the carpeted floor. The house was quaint, with rustic touches, standing out amid the bustling industries of the city. At this point, I didn't care what his house looked like. I just wanted somewhere to sleep.
"David," I interrupted his tour of the house. "Can you show me around later? I'm exhausted."
"Oh, poor baby," he cooed, running the back of his hand down my cheek. "You must be so tired from all that's gone on today. Do you need me to carry you to the bedroom?"
"No," I said forcefully. "I mean, no, thanks. I'm fine, really."
David shrugged, took my hand, and led me up the stairs.
"There's the bathroom if you need it," he indicated a closed door to the right. "And here is my parent's room. Don't ask my why they decided to buy a one bedroom house after I went to school. I couldn't imagine their reasoning. After all..."
David droned on, and I set down my small duffel bag on the floor. Looking around, the bedroom was small with one window next to a queen-sized bed. The walls were a rich chocolate color, and the bedspread was a beautiful red.
"David," I said, his words finally processing. "There's only one bedroom?"
"Oh, don't worry about it," he waved away my words. "It's not like we haven't slept in the same bed before. Although, if I can remember correctly, there wasn't a whole lot of sleeping going on that night," David winked and I winced, remembering.
"I-I'd feel better if I just slept on the couch or something," I bit my lip as anger flared in his eyes, but he didn't argue with me.
"Fine," David snapped. "There's one downstairs. There are blankets in the closet to your left."
I nodded gratefully and rushed out of the room. He slammed the door behind me without so much as saying goodnight. Sighing, I found a warm looking blanket and headed downstairs. Snuggling in one corner of the sofa, I curled up into a ball and tried to fall asleep in the strange house.
From somewhere inside my mind, I knew I had to be dreaming. My eyes were shut tightly, but I could no longer feel David's cold couch under me. Instead, I felt a pair of warm arms holding me close. A heartbeat sounded in my ear. The rhythm was comforting. Sighing in contentment, I didn't want to open my eyes. I just wanted to stay locked in this pair of arms forever.
I felt a movement, and then a hand swept over my hair, caressing it tenderly. I had to open my eyes. I had to know, but I knew I couldn't. If I opened my eyes, the warmth would go away. Compromising, I squinted. I could make out a familiar scruffy chin and wide shoulders. I recognized the man at once. He was certainly no stranger to my dreams. I snuggled closer, burying my head in his chest. Inhaling deeply, I could smell his familiar scent of fresh cut grass and a forest after a rainstorm.
Daddy I thought happily.
I felt myself sitting up, eyes now wide open. My dad grinned at me and laughter filled his dark eyes. Running a hand through his tangled hair, he closed his eyes and pulled me into a tight hug.
I could feel the tears running down my cheeks as he held me close. The warmth inside my chest began to rise. My hands tingled from the odd sensation.
I pulled away from my dad and gave him a confused glance. He smiled knowingly and pointed behind me. I whipped around to see a figure in the distance. Squinting, I tried to make out the shape, but the figure stopped.
David? I tried to call out but my words were heavy like molasses and stuck to my tongue, nearly choking me.
I felt a cold space beside me. Turning around, I saw my dad walking away from me. I tried to leap up and stop him, but an invisible force kept me glued down. The warmth inside me iced over. I couldn't see the other figure anymore. The fire in my chest was being sucked out of me. I could feel it being stolen from within my heart as I began to see spots of black.
There was a crash, and I was standing, now in my mother's apartment. I was surrounded by broken glass. Shadowy figures stalked around the room, lashing out at me when I tried to shield myself. When I opened my mouth to scream, one of the monsters ripped through my through and tore out my vocal chords. I fell to the ground as the shadow people ran from the apartment. I felt myself growing weaker as the blood pooled around me, the last bit of warmth within me was snuffed out like a candle.
I woke up screaming, cold sweat shrouding my body. My lungs ached and I grasped my throat wildly, still feeling a soreness where the figure had torn out my vocal chords. I could barely recognize David's voice as he sprinted down the stairs.
"Alisa? Alisa!" he shook me violently. "What the hell is wrong? Wake up, god dammit."
I couldn't speak for fear of my own words choking me again. My whole body was shaking. David's yelling didn't calm me either.
"Alisa," his voice was getting louder. "Get a hold of yourself!"
I lay on the floor, holding my cheek where David had hit me. I didn't breath. I didn't move. I just stared at him, tears in my eyes. He moved closer to me, but I leaned away from him.
"Alisa," David placed his hands on my face. "Are you okay?"
"Y-yes," My voice shook, but I was able to speak.
"Come on," he took me in his arms and carried me up the stairs. "You're sleeping with me for the rest of the night."
I squirmed in protest, but he held tight to my body. David placed me in bed next to him.
"Goodnight, Alisa," he turned over and was quickly snoring.
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. My cheek still stung from his slap, but it wasn't anything I wasn't already used to. A few tears managed to escape and roll down my face before I turned away from David.
Daddy, I thought, Help me. I'm afraid. I don't want to loose anyone else.