Dream a little dream
We all see things that we want. Live for eternity never realizing the difference between what is real and what is purely of our own imagination. Going for miles and miles expecting a different outcome, to sadly come to our senses and see we are this way because we're too afraid of facing the truth. Finding out you're not who you were meant to be is sadder than any death, because you now see you lived an unfilled life and you must live that way til death.
The roads were slick and wet from the rain pelting down from above. Patrick looked up and shook his head. "Damn rain." He swore, rolling up his window and turning the windshield wipers on. He could feel the cold seep into his bones as he drove down the street toward Emma and Danny's school. It was a skin tingling feeling that crawled along his spine, making him shiver. He turned on the heat, placing his hands over the vent. He was trying his best to get rid of this chill, but nothing seem to work. He got out the car as soon as the other the kids were being released. An assortment of bright vibrant colorful umbrellas, raincoats, and boots came rushing down the stairs towards the row of parked cars. Patrick smiled when the recognizable pink and lime green polka dot umbrella with matching boots came running toward him, followed by the moss green and brown umbrella. "Daddy!" They both yelled, racing the other to him. Danny of course maneuvered himself through the crowd and got to Patrick first. He had a mop of dark blonde hair, with freckles filling both cheeks, and his beaming grayish blue eyes looked up toward the man he now saw as his father. "You look suspiciously happy? What you do today in school?" Patrick asked, taking Danny's backpack. Danny gave Patrick a big smile, showing off his teeth. "Whoa, bud! You loss a bottom tooth. Wow." Danny reached in his pocket pulling out the small baby tooth, that was now a sign of his growth. "Now the tooth fairy will come, like mommy said." Danny said sliding into the backseat. "That's right, bud. So keep it safe." Patrick said, as he acknowledged his daughter's presence. "I will." Emma handed her backpack to Patrick. She too, was smiling brightly, but Patrick knew there was no missing teeth she was trying to show off. She pulled a paper from her bag and showed it proudly. "I got an A on my math test!" Emma squealed. Patrick grabbed the paper, as he hugged Emma. "Wow! This is amazing. I told you 5th grade wasn't going to be hard for you." Emma shook with excitement beside him. "Yeah, but now I have to worry about 6th grade math." Emma said with a sigh. She got into the car as well. Patrick shut the door behind her and smiled to himself realizing how much his kids had grown. Afraid what was to come from this development.
With the future not being that far away. Patrick sighed as he followed his children's actions and got back into the vehicle.
Sam watched from the window in the sitting room, smiling as her family came running through the rain toward the front door. "Hey guys, how was school?" Sam asked, switching the sleeping child from one arm to the other. Helping Emma out if her jacket, while Danny kicked off his rain boots. Patrick came in behind them, shaking off his umbrella. He smiled as he leaned in for a kiss, making sure he didn't wake Matty. "Well today our kids loss a tooth and aced a math test. Were raising a dentist and a mathematician." Patrick said, caressing the head of his newborn son. "Wow. Really? And here I thought we had a possible hitman and doctor." Sam whispered back, causing Patrick to choke. "What's so funny?" Emma asked, giving them a curious look. Patrick shook his head and cleared his throat. "Nothing." He replied quickly. Sam smiled and walked over to Danny who was showing her his tooth. "Now the tooth fairy will come. Right?" He was saying, while Sam looked it over. "Yeah, the tooth fairy will definitely be visiting tonight." Sam remarked, giving Patrick a subtle look. "Yeah, and hopefully there won't be any mistaking a hundred dollar bill for a dollar." Patrick said. Sam shot him a look and said, "Well it was very dark for the tooth fairy that night." Sam rolled her eyes as Patrick nodded. Emma ran over to show Sam her A, when Patrick looked around noticing someone was missing. "Babe, where's Lexa?" Sam smirked and pointed to their living room, that was across the way. Patrick stood in the walkway watching his two year old, as she pressed her face against the window and watched the rain fall, setting everything in sight. Her black curls hung around her face, as she stared out into the storm. The rain always seem to intrigue her more than any other weather. He enjoyed watching her. This was one of the main reasons he was pleased with their decision to move to Seattle. The quiet peacefulness of the town they chose to live in, was another. She sensed his presence and turned around. Smiling as she saw him. "Daddy!" She screamed, running toward him. He crouched down to her height just so he could catch her in his arms. "Hey, baby girl." He said, pulling her and holding her tight. Her arms wrapped around his neck squeezing him as he carried over to everyone else. Then suddenly he started to feel the chill hit gun harder than before. His hands felt cold and heavy. He couldn't stop himself and started to convulsive. He fell to his knees, making sure not to drop his child. "Patrick?!" Sam shouted, fear consuming her. She placed their sleeping son into his playpen and ran over to him. Grabbing Lexa from his arms. "What's wrong?" She asked, while he fell completely to the floor face first into the carpet. Emma and Danny stood around with a mixture of concern and fear filling their faces, same as Sam's. Patrick couldn't speak and the convulsions got worst. The chill he felt was now spreading all along his body. His legs was going numb and now he was becoming afraid. Sam was sobbing now as she leaned over him, cradling his head in her lap. "Patrick, what's wrong?" She cried stroking his hair. "Don't leave me." He didn't want to, but he couldn't stop this uncontrollable fate he was bestowed. He loved her more than the stars and moon combined, but sadly that live wasn't enough to stop what was happening. Then it all went black.
Patrick gasped. He grabbed onto his shirt, squeezing his chest. His heart was pounding and he couldn't catch his breath. His vision was blurry and his eyes jumped from place to place. Never able to focus on any one thing. He was upside down and blood dripped from an open gash on the side of his head onto the ceiling of the car. Patrick took a deep breath and pulled at his seatbelt. It wouldn't budge. "Sam?" He murmured, feeling himself losing consciousness once again, but he knew he had to stay awake. So he reached for a thick long ragged shard of glass in front of him, using it to cut his way out. Finally after a few long slow strokes on the top and bottom half of the seatbelt, it tore open. Patrick fell onto glass and rocks that filled his car. He was already in so much pain from the accident the fall didn't help. He clenched his jaw as he dragged his way out of the vehicle. "Sam?' His voice was shaky, but a lot louder now. "Sam?!" He crawled the rest of the way out, rolling onto his back to catch his breath. The world was spinning and he couldn't get it to stay still. His wife was gone. "That can't be possible. Where are you?" He mumbled, out into the open night sky. He took a couple more shallow breaths and sat up. Groaning as he did. He then pushed himself to his feet. Holding his left side, he limped his way around the car. "Babe?" The door on Sam's side was open, but there was nothing. Nobody was there. Not even a trace of her lingered behind to give him some clue as to where she might be. He looked out toward the water. "Sam!" He choked out. A cold wind brushed against his face, like some sort of response to answer his greatest fears. Patrick collapsed in front of the passenger side. Tears were streaming down his face. He couldn't hold back the sobs that took over his body. "NOOOOOOOO!" He screamed, sadly nothing, but the dead silence responded to his plight.
He watched as the guests slowly started to leave. One by one they drifted off the dancefloor or away from the buffet line to their cars. Until there was nothing left but the twinkling lights and a few familiar faces. Lucas sighed as he took another drink of his champagne. He watched as his father limped his way over to him. "Hey, I thought you would've been gone home by now. You know to Brad." Julian said coyly. Lucas shook his head and laughed. "Just ask what you want to ask." Lucas said bluntly. Julian rubbed the back of his head and nodded. "So, where's Brad? Aren't you two… engaged?" Julian asked, trying to seem casual about the whole thing. Lucas wasn't fooled. He knew his father still was very uncomfortable with the idea of men with other men. Lucas was at least pleased he was trying. "Brad and I are taking a little break. You can't have an engagement and not trust your fiancé." Lucas said, finishing off his glass. Julian nodded. Not hiding his contentment. "I'm off dad. I've got places to be. People to see. And work in a couple of hours." Lucas slapped Julian's shoulder as he stood to go. "Love you kid." Julian said, holding onto Lucas' hand. Lucas nodded and Julian released his grip. Lucas headed to his car, not even feeling the slightest buzz. He grabbed his phone and sent a quick text. He needed for the imagines to disappear. They always became so vivid at night, like a candle being lit to illuminate the darkness. He put his key into the ignition and put his foot on the accelerate. He got to the Floating Rib in no time. Rushing inside to the liveliness of the atmosphere so he didn't dwell on the outside. Somehow he had grew to fear the night and all its obscurities. He sat down at the bar rubbing his temples. Feeling the start of a headache come. "I got exactly what you need." Lucas looked up, not surprised by who he saw. "It took you long enough. Do you have it?" Lucas said, glaring at him. He slapped his hand on the counter. "Can I get two beers over here?" He ordered. As soon as he removed his hand off the corner Lucas saw the tiny green baggy just lying there. Lucas snatched it up quickly. "Are you crazy?" Lucas growled. Bash smirked. "Nah. I just simply enjoy that panick look you get. Ease up. Nobody's watching you." Lucas looked around and to his amazement Bash was right. Nobody was looking in their way. Folks were either swaying to the music playing, playing pool, or quietly talking amongst themselves. Bash got the beers and handed one to Lucas. He accepted it and took a swig. He didn't waste any time and headed straight for the men's restroom. Taking the green baggy out of his pocket and the picture of his mother he carried around with him after her death, he dump the coke onto it. Making nearly perfect line with his credit card, he got out the fifty dollar bill he used each time. He didn't know why he reused the same bill, but it was sort of like another high to him. As if he could still get a taste of the previous products. He put his nose to one end and flew across the picture, snorting up every single drop. He threw his head back pinching his nose as he snorted the last bit. Shaking his head as it hit him. "Like it?" Lucas watched as Bash came closer inside the restroom. "Shut up." Lucas instructed, grabbing Bash's face and pressing his lips to his. Bash used his tongue to feel around Lucas' mouth, getting a taste of the bitterness his tongue always seem to taste like. Bash didn't hold back any longer, slamming Lucas up against the wall, as his hands cradle Lucas' head. Their lips were pressed firmly against each other while their hands started to explore. Lucas let his hands fall to Bash's jeans. Unzipping them to have the feel of his hard dick in his hand. Slowly he started to stroke it. Bash lift his shirt over his head, removing it. Lucas let his mouth kiss every inch of Bash's skin from his neck to his chest to the head of his dick. Opening his mouth and accepting it inside. His head bobbed up and down, as he used his tongue to lick the length of it. Bash grabbed Lucas' head and pushed him down further until he heard him gag, which turned him on more. After a few minutes Lucas came back up and Bash pulled the condom from his back pocket, tearing it open with his teeth. Placing his lips back on Lucas, Bash let his hands feel the muscles underneath his shirt. Bash turned him over and Lucas dropped his pants. Bash slid his hand down the folds of his back, just before spitting on his hand and rubbing it over the head of his dick. "You ready, cowboy?" Bash asked, not waiting for a response as he thrusted inside him. Lucas let the high of the coke fill him while Bash's eight inches did too.
The rain from early in the night had stopped Nikolas watched from his terrace as the clouds began to shift. His heart was broken, but he had not given up. Sam would be his again. It was fate. The doors to his living room opened. "Sir? You have a guest." Hilda said, escorting the guest in. "Good. Now leave us. Ms. Barnes and I have a lot to discuss." Nikolas turned around to face the woman standing before him. She gave him an obvious smirk and tilted her head. Hilda closed the doors as instructed, leaving Nikolas and the young woman behind. "So the agency notified me. What is it that our little prince needs?" Hayden said, untying the belt to her coat. Nikolas walked straight over to her. "I'm not little or interested." Nikolas said, grabbing a hold of her coat. Keeping her from exposing what little she had underneath that coat. Hayden sighed. "So what do you want?" She rolled her eyes as she buttoned back up her trench coat. "Your expertise in the area of seduction. I need you to get information for me. You'll be paid far above your rate. So don't fret." Nikolas said, letting the back of his hand run along her face. She resisted the urge to bite him and instead let his hand fall to her collarbone. The air between them was thick with tension. She couldn't tell whether it was sexual or not. "Who...who is it you need for me to seduce?" Hayden asked, never dropping her eyes from his. There was something intriguing she found about the richness of his smooth ebony gaze, like an abyss swallowing her whole. It was enticing. His seductive charm far outweighed her own. She hated how weak she got around him. "My baby brother."
The lights were so bright. Why were they so bright? He tried to lift his hands to his eyes but he couldn't. He couldn't feel them….no that's not right. He could, but...but they were strapped down. "Whaaa…" He couldn't get it out. His lips felt numb and his tongue felt like sandpaper. "I..whaa.." He struggled. Then he felt a reassuring hand rest upon his shoulder. "It's okay, Dr. Drake. We have you and we're going to take very good care of you." A soft feminine voice said, rubbing his arm. He wanted to scream, shout, curse...he wanted his wife back. Yet here he was, without her. He never knew the world could look so bleak, until this very second.
"I got to go. See you...around." Lucas grabbed his pants from the floor, pulling them up. He didn't know why this had become a thing between them. He barely knew this guy, and yet here he was. Bash slid on his shirt. Driving his hands through his hair, watching Lucas as he buttoned back up his white collared shirt. "Looks like you came back from somewhere special. So what was the occasion?" Bash asked, curious. Lucas stuffed his tie into his jacket pocket, trying his best to avoid eye contact. "Let's not." Lucas finally said. The heat between them was now officially gone. Lucas didn't feel anything. He liked it that way. It felt nice not to see those awful images inside his head. Running around like a picture show that didn't have an off switch. It was better this way. "I like this game we play." Bash said, grabbing his leather jacket off the bathroom stall. This time Lucas looked at him. "What game?" He knew he shouldn't have asked, but couldn't help it. There was something about Bash, something that always drew Lucas to him. He denied it of course, but somehow they always ended up like this. "You call me looking to get high. I come over and give you your fix. We fuck, usually in some weird place, and then we go back to being complete strangers. I don't know you. You don't know me. It's like a cycle." Bash looked him over. Watching as his reaction stayed calm and disinterested. "Yeah. A cycle of nothingness. We are strangers and it's better that way." Lucas phone started to vibrate. He grabbed it. Noticing he had eight missed calls. "I gotta go." He said nothing else as he left the men's restroom. When he got outside he lift his phone to his ear, playing his voicemail.
"Lucas?! Where are you? You're brother-in-law was just admitted. Doesn't look good. And...and your sister...she's missing. Get to GH immediately!"
Nikolas took a sip of his tea. He needed his mind clear for what was to come. If he was going to keep what was his, he would have to start acting like he deserved it. Alexis wasn't going to take what was rightfully his and no one would keep him from Sam. He stood, heading for his grand staircase.
Letting his hand glide along the smooth railing as he ascended to the second floor. After his talk with Valentin, he felt more assured with himself. He entered his slightly darken room. Not bothering to turn on the lights. A slim yellow stream of light seeped into his room from beneath the crack in the wall across from him. He closed his door behind him, as he walked toward it. Nikolas smiled as he slid the wall to the right, opening the passageway to enter the second room within his own. It was smaller, but still rather large. The night lights that hung around the room were left on. Four little yellow crescents strung up on a thin silver cord, beamed brightly. Melting his heart as he touched one gently enough to cause it to swing back and forth. The lights were able to illuminate the entire room for him. He walked over to the little ash grey phonograph and turned it on. Letting Goodnight Sweetheart play softly in the background, bringing the room to life. He stepped onto the white puzzle piece rug as he leaned over the railing of the empty crib. Taking out the black stuffed bear and holding it in his arms. He sat in the rocking chair that was just beside the crib, still holding the bear. "I can't wait for you to see this, Sam. You're going to love it."
Goodnight, sweetheart, well it's time to go
Goodnight, sweetheart, well it's time to go
I hate to leave you, but I really must say
Goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight
Miles and miles away
She darted through the thick underbrush barefoot and lost. Her mind was frazzled and her lips cracked and bleeding from the death kiss she had received from Demogorgon. When his lips pressed against hers, she could feel the fire of his heat burn her. Then he bit the skin off her lips, while stabbing her with a needle. He was somewhere out here. She knew it and she knew she couldn't stop running. She couldn't scream, too afraid of alerting her presence to the creatures that live within this very forest she was hiding in. Wherever it was she may be. She didn't know. She just knew he had her and she was now a victim of his games. Oddly it was all a bit thrilling. Reminding her of her lost sister. Her mind wasn't as sharp as it use to be. She was completely disoriented and dizzy, giving her the sense she was completely fucked. She was running so fast that she didn't see the drop, leading her to roll down a long dirted rocky hill, straight into a small lake. She scratched up her face on the way down and could feel the burning sensation from each abrasion, like a thousand paper cuts. She pushed her way through water, suddenly hearing a low growl followed by a loud ferocious howl. Then in unison more howls could be heard. A pack, her mind screamed. She dug her toes into the sandy waters, trying to get herself moving quicker. She finally made it to the other side , but there she came face to face with a large black troll. His arms dragged on the ground, with a deformed head like that of a rotten pumpkin, his eyes glowed a sickly yellow. He stood nearly ten feet, with skin of stone, and Molly knew this would be a fight of her life.