Last time we left off, Renee was stranded in the hotel room nursing her injuries. But falling out the tub may all be worth it just from her meeting that really hot bell boy Mitchell. Let’s see how much trouble a girl can get into just hanging out in a hotel room…
A Dream The Haunts: Part 4
As much as I loved meeting Mitchell, my dream boy from England, I really loved meeting my burger. It was huge and sloppy and I could barely take a bite of it. It was amazing. Sauce was all over my hands and face, but I didn’t care, I was starving, ravenous even. With every bite I took, the more I just wanted to shove it in my face. Oh it was good, so very good. The sauce that was on it, and also on my hands and my face, was one I couldn’t really place. I mean Mitchell said it was a western barbecue burger, so I had to assume it was barbecue sauce…. but it tasted off. I couldn’t put my finger on it. I don’t know if it was a little too thick, or just a little too tangy, or just a little too salty. And yet I wanted more of it. I even dipped my fries in it. Every bite I took, I just wanted more and more. Sopping up the sauce with my fries and licking my fingers. It was a wonder a took a second to breathe. Falling backwards out of claw foot tubs sure does make you hungry.
And I was a fucking mess. Sauce was all over my comfy sweatshirt, dripping down the front of it like I had a nose bleed or something. There was hardly any scraps left on the silver tray and it looked like some massacre had just took place. I burped really loud and did not like the after taste. Ugh, time for some wine. I didn’t even pause long enough to open it. But why would the church ladies order me a bottle of wine? Much less a glass? It just seems very… open-minded of them. It would be the last thing I’d guess they’d order.It’s good for the blood I guess.
I poured the wine into my wine into wine glass, and its color was a deep blood-red.
Jeez, how many virgins did they have to kill to make this bottle?
It was just so freaky to me how really really dark red it was, and it seemed really thick for wine. Figures they’d spring for the cheap stuff, something that seems to be congealing together. But that has never stopped me from drinking before. Oh, and I almost forgot about the pills. Those really red gel pills. So weird. Should I take them now? Should I drink them with the wine? Why not, I’m not going anywhere. And when I get too drunk, my bed can catch me when I fall. Bringing the glass to my lips, I breathed in the smell as I took my first sip. It tasted sweet, and tart, and kind of off. Why the hell was everything tasting so weird to me today? Maybe I hit my harder than I thought and I somehow altered my taste buds. This whole situation has my whole body out of whack.
I turned on the TV and I was just in time for some Wheel of Fortune. I love this show. I always wanted to be on it. I wonder if I should order dessert? Maybe I’ll just for Aleta to come back. She couldn’t be out all night, were they holding people hostage or what? But I did have my second best friend to keep me company and chase away those abandonment blues, Mr. Wine Bottle. I grinned to myself.
After shouting out all the answers that my drunken self knew were wrong at Vanna, I remembered those two red capsules I was supposed to take. I mean I drunk nearly the whole bottle of this terrible wine, might as well. So I popped them into my mouth, swigged a whole bunch of wine, and swallowed. I felt just like a drunken sailor. Or a pirate. I like pirates. They were so sexy, with their dirty hair, floppy hats, and gold teeth. At least that’s what I think they look like. Or maybe I just really like Johnny Depp. I had a dream about him once and no he wasn’t dressed like a pirate. Pirate, pirate, pirate. He’s my favorite pirate. He reminds me of one I once knew…
What am I talking about? I don’t know any pirates!
A big rolling laugh escaped from my mouth, straight from my belly. I was cackling, laughing bold facidly at absolutely nothing. A stupid joke I just made in my drunkenness. And I loved it. I was laughing so hard it hurt to hold up my head. Slowly but surely I tipped over sideways onto the bed. As I laid there, rogue curls covered my face, and fled with each cackling breath. My stomach started to hurt and I rolled from side to side to try to put and end to my laughter.
Stop it, stop it, stop it! Come on for real we have to stop. Breathe. Breeaaathhe, breathing is good.
But there were still some giggles lingering, and linger they did. But at least my stomach didn’t hurt. I felt the world shifting inside my head and I just tried to stay still. One of the best feelings in the world is your own chaos coming to life. I wonder who said that?
I was back in that cave again. I wasn’t cold but I was sure I should be the way I was dressed. I mean a shirt made out of pure necklaces is nice but only can do so much. And I wasn’t used to having so much of my figure exposed. Even in my dreams I wasn’t skinny. My belly was still round, my arms still meatier than I liked, and my thighs just seemed huge in this excuse for a skirt. Two leather flaps held together with string, lets just say you couldn’t cover my knee caps with that much less the round thing that is always behind me.
I started to examine the necklaces, at least of what I could see by the firelight, and their had to be hundreds of very tiny beaded necklaces layering each other. Some were short, others were very long, and a lot of them laid over my chest. Most them were made out of jade, but there was a lot of gold as well. Some necklaces had long teeth, and feathers. Then under all those hundreds of necklaces, I noticed I had two gold oval-shaped shields on my nipples with little chains hanging underneath them. Since when did I have my nipples pierced?
“We used to have a lot of fun with those,” he said and his very pale hand tugged on the little chains.
I just stared at that deathly pale hand as it tugged on my nipple and followed it as it went back to his body. I didn’t even realize that I was at the mouth of that hall where he always stood. The darkness seemed to just blanket him, like it was a solid thing he wrapped around him. He only showed me his face and his hands. I have no clue what all this secrecy was about. I don’t understand why he was always hiding. But dreams are always really weird.
“How are you feeling?” he asked me. He had those pale hands in front of him, one in front of the other. His face was stoic, even his tone was even and smooth as stone. His face looked chiseled out of marble. Lines smooth and sharp, angled so beautifully. My face was full of circles. My cheeks are forever chubby, and my face was heart-shaped with my chin round plagued with a double chin. I’m just not as fit as I used to be. I always dream of being my high school weight, but then there’s cake.
I watched his expression changed as if he was saying go ahead, and I realized he asked me a question.
“What do you mean?” I asked confused. Why the hell would he ask how was I feeling, what does that have to do with anything?
“I mean, how are you feeling. Are you physically ok? Are you hurt?” he asked again, a bit more pointed. His patience seemed very thin.
“Yeah, I guess so. But this is just a dream, doesn’t exactly match your body in actual reality. In reality I’m practically a cripple,” I replied. “What do you care anyway? You’re just a dream and I don’t even know who you are. You ask me how I am and you won’t even tell me your name.”
“I tried to help you with that today. I expected you to remember by now but I guess I have to give you time. More time, you always have to have more. Lucky for us time isn’t something limited but even we grow impatient.” He sighed and looked down for a moment. He glossy black hair was so stark and fell in swirling waves. And I just really wanted to run my hand through those waves. I took a step closer to him and stopped.
He looked up, some of his hair falling in his face. I had my hand stretched out and quickly hid it behind my back.
“I didn’t mean to scare you the other day. I’d thought you’d remember me, straight away. I never thought you wouldn’t remember anything at all. I didn’t want you to get hurt. I’m not here to hurt you, you do understand that don’t you?” His face was pleading with me, that beautiful marble face with the fire reflecting his eyes. His eyes was void of all else and you could only see what was reflected in it, the torch that lit the cave.
“I don’t think I know what you’re talking about. When did you hurt me? I’ve never met you before, dreaming, waking or otherwise. This is just getting really weird, why do I keep dreaming about you?”
“Didn’t you take it? Didn’t you take the medicine I had sent to you?”
“You mean those red pills? You sent that? Okay now I am really fucking confused. Mitchell said that it was from the hotel. Do you know him? But how can you when you’re just a stupid dream? A stupid dream that I can’t seem to get away from when I really just want to dream about Mitchell.” I closed my eyes and smiled. “So damn dreamy.”
I felt a pain on my arm and I opened my eyes. He had a strong grip on my arm and it was burning with pain.
“Ow! What the hell…,” I shouted at him, And then he pulled me closer to him and he finally leaned out of the dark abyss. He was wearing an all black suit, it looked really expensive and fit like a glove. I still could only see the top part of him, it was like he refused to reveal himself and I have no clue why. And should my arm hurt this bad if this was just a dream?
He only pulled me closer to him and he put his mouth right up against my ear.
“I did not send him to you so you could fall for him. I did not send him to you so he could take you away from me! You are not supposed to forget, you are supposed to remember!” Each word was clipped and his voice rose with word until he was shouting in my ear and shaking me from that grip on my arm. I had no clue why he was screaming at me and I was getting scared. I never gotten yelled at like this before and when he spoke it sent blades into my stomach. I did not like him mad at me and screaming at me, whoever he was. This dream needed to be over now.
“Get off of me! I have no clue what you’re even talking about! You’re fucking hurting me!” I screamed back at him and tried my best to get out from under his grip. But my body was stiff, it hardly could move away from him, my free arm made feeble attempts to push him away, but that was beyond pointless. His body was rock hard armor and I couldn’t budge him to save my life. Literally.
“Did you do anything with him?” His tone was even now and he grasped my other arm. He turned me so I faced him. I could barely look him, those two flickering flames burned so brightly. “Did you do anything with him?!”
“NO! And I don’t know why the fuck you should care!” I screamed back at him. I was tired of this and my arms were hurting me and I did not like this dream. I want to wake up and I could care less what he does to me. This is my dream and I was sick of getting yelled at. “Let go of me!”
I kept struggling the best I could but I was so locked up in his grip. My soft skin was bruising and the pain was seeping into my bones. I screamed in frustration and I felt like I was going to cry. Going to? I think I just might go ahead. I hated feeling like this, so frustrated and trapped and really fucking scared. I had no clue who this guy was and he was hurting me, and making me cry.I did not like this dream at all. It was starting to feel real.
“I DID NOT SEND HIM THERE TO TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME! I SENT HIM THERE SO YOU WOULD REMEMBER!”
He was screaming at me and shaking me, his face started to change. His lips were blood-red and it was terrifying against his stark white face. Spit was flying out of his mouth and neatly coiffed hair was loose and falling into his eyes. And those eyes that burned straight into mine and I started to flat-out bawl. I felt so guilty, and frustrated, and scared, and I had no clue why. I just wanted to wake up, wake up and be home in my bed.
“YOU’RE HURTING ME! LET GO! I HATE YOU FOR MAKING CRY AND I HATE YOU FOR MAKING ME FEEL SCARED. AND I DON’T REMEMBER YOU AND I HOPE I NEVER DO!”
I screamed this at him until my voice was hoarse, and I was crying and crying, but at least he had stopped shaking me. Wait… I looked at those flames in his eyes and they glowed a haunting blue. A blue flame flickering at me and burning me.
“Well, I’ll make you remember and you’ll remember that you are forever mine. That is it what you promised me and I’ll make sure you hold that promise whether you remember or want to.”
His voice was quite, back to being nice and smooth like water over stones. He let go of one arm and took a huge chunk of my hair and yanked my head sideways. I let out a scream of pain. He pulling on my hair so hard, I thought he was going to rip my scalp right off. My neck was at a strained angle and he brought me closer to his chest. His hard stone body dug all my necklaces into my skin, squeezing my whole body. My breath came out shaky and my eyes couldn’t help but tear up. I started whimpering at all the pain and everything this seemed to promise. I just wanted to wake up.
He licked my shoulder up to my neck. I shivered at the sensation, and his breath was so cold against my skin. It stirred things low inside my stomach and it felt relaxing to my body. Did it know something I didn’t? I didn’t have many boyfriends and this move did not remind me of anyone. He got to my ear and stopped. He breathed heavily into it as he leaned his head against mine, and it made me shiver. He whispered something in my ear I couldn’t make out. Then he gave my hair another sharp tug and I yelped. I braced myself because this seemed like what the end would be for me. And he pulled his face back, open his mouth wide, and went straight for my throat. It hit hard against my skin and I screamed and screamed and screamed.
And that is all til next time folks. Sorry for taking so long to write this one for those of you actually reading it. I have been so busy and with my sleeping patterns that would better suit me if I lived in Australia, I have been sort of a mess. This weeks part has really been on my mind a lot and I knew I just had to write or else I would explode. Hope you liked it as much as I did in my head. I’m happy I just didn’t give up and abandon it as I usually do. Let me know what you guys think! Happy reading!