Here's chapter 3 :) Hope you like!! :D
"What was that about?" Eric asked as we piled in the car.
"You know what that was about," I replied.
"Look, I get that you hate Lacey, but John didn't do anything to you." Eric put the car in reverse and backed out of the spot. I slumped my head on my hand and rested my forehead on the window.
I didn't mean to ruin breakfast I just didn't want to talk about Lacey. John knew I didn't. Eric knew I didn't. Bullshit. What did I care if she was having some breakdown 1,000 miles away? She was in New York; she chose not to come back to Arizona. She fucked up. This was not my problem. But I shouldn't have blown up on John. He was obviously worried about her and I could understand where he was coming from. Lacey was his first love and he never really let go. Even after everything that happened, he still loved her with all his heart. If he wanted to go save her, he should, but don't drag me into it.
"I'll call and apologize later," I finally replied, "John knows I'm not mad at him, he knows he didn't do anything."
"Of course he does," Eric smiled, "so where we going now? Jen and Pat's?"
"I guess so," I shrugged.
Jen and Pat moved in together a while back after she moved all her stuff from New York. It was nice having my best friend so close. Her and Pat opened their own restaurant after the band fell apart. Jen's an amazing chef and Pat brings in the customers. I mean who wouldn't want to eat at the restaurant owned by a former member of a band that made it all the way to the top and crashed when their lead singer left the band to go be a father in New York?
We pulled in Pat and Jen's drive way and hopped out of the car. Eric plucked Hawke out of the back seat and we climbed the steps. I knocked on the door and waited for a response. Finally it swung open and Jen stood before me wearing a smile and a blue sun dress.
"Hey guys," she waved us in, "didn't know you were coming over."
"It was kind of a last minute decision," I replied, "we were bored and figured we could bother you."
Jen laughed and led up to the stairs, "Pat and Garrett are in the den playing Call of Duty. Rachael's in the kitchen. We're planning recipes for next week's "Meal of The Week." Wanna help?"
Eric looked at me questionably.
"Uh, sure Jen. But first can I use your computer?" I asked.
"Uhm, sure." Jen pointed towards a door down the hall, "you know where the office is, go right ahead."
Jen paced to the kitchen and Eric started for the stairs, "I'm taking Hawke down with the guys," he called over his shoulder.
"Wait a second," I lightly grabbed his waist. He spun around and sighed, "uhm hm?"
"I love you," I whispered before pulling him into a kiss.
"I love you too," he replied before descending the stairs.
I stepped in the office and sat down in the computer chair. I pressed the screen and it hummed to life. The main screen flashed in my face and I clicked "Pat and Jen." It didn't ask for a password so I was let right in. Before I even clicked anything "Me chat" popped up. My login was already in the list of potentials, so for the heck of it, I logged in. The internet automatically popped up and I went to Google. I typed in "Recurring Dreams" and hit enter. 424,000 results. Great.
A small box in the right corner of the screen popped up and I sadly read the words. "KennyLove has now logged on." Of course Kennedy would be on. I had to change his nick name. It had been "KennyLove" since we started dating. I changed his name to "Kennedy" and returned to Google.
Finding nothing helpful I clicked back and typed in a new search, "Analyzing Dreams." A few pages popped up, but one caught my attention. "Gloria Daniels, Dream Specialist" I clicked her page and was surprised to find out her office was in Phoenix. The homepage was cluttered with links and hypnosis information. A swirling black and white circle sat in the center of the page and I stared at it for a few minutes. It pulled me in with every spin. I started feeling woozy but I snapped out of it.
Reading further I found a paragraph on dream analysis and Gloria's use of hypnosis. It seemed interesting and maybe it could help me stop having night terrors. Scribbling down her number I prepared to log off when a chat box popped up in front of me. "Kennedy would like to video chat" it read. I rolled my eyes and hit accept. What was the worst that could happen? There was always the handy "X" button when I got fed up.
"Hello?" I said to the blank screen.
"I think it's working," I heard Kennedy's voice slur off screen.
"Do you really need to turn that on?" I heard Lacey whine.
"Lacey?" I angrily questioned.
Soon a background flashed upon the screen. It was a bedroom. It looked like one of my guest rooms in New Jersey. As a matter of fact it WAS my guest room. A picture of Sam and I was on the night stand.
"Kennedy!" I barked into the microphone located on the side of the screen, "what the fuck is going on?"
"Come here sexy," Lacey cooed. She came on screen pulling Kennedy along with her by his tie. She was wearing a peach colored silk dress. I recognized it the moment I saw it. Her bridesmaid dress. And Kennedy, he was wearing black dress pants and a white shirt with a peach tie. There was no way this was happening. Lacey was in New York and Kennedy was in Arizona. My eyes must have been playing tricks on me.
"Kiss me," Lacey whispered, sloppily pulling Kennedy in. They were obviously both drunk. Kennedy staggered over to the bed and tossed Lacey down. She sat up and giggled. Pulling her dress down, she reviled her tan strapless bra. Kennedy ripped off his tie and tossed it on the ground. He lay on top of her and kissed down her torso.
"No, stop!" I cried at the screen, "Stop, please!"
I felt the tears start to burn and fall down my cheeks. Kennedy continued to undress Lacey and soon undressed himself.
"Stop!" I cried again. I pushed my hands in front of the screen, "I can't watch this! Stop!"
Looking up I watched as the image of Kennedy and Lacey burned through my hands. It played like an overhead projector.
"Stop Kennedy! Stop!" I screamed. My throat began to strain. The tears fell harder.
"I can't see this! Stop! Make it stop, please! Just go away! I hate you! I hate you both!"
Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up into Wiley's brown eyes.
"Have you made your decision?" he hauntingly asked.
"Just go away!" I screamed, "Just stop, please!" I heard Lacey giggling in the background. The image of her and Kennedy was burned on my retina. I closed my eyes but they were still there, drunkenly peeling each other's clothes off with their teeth.
"Stop!" I screamed again, "I give up! I can't take it anymore!"
"Britta!" I heard a voice call. Soon my shoulders shook uncontrollably. I punched my eyes open and looked up at a concerned group of familiar faces. Jen stood to my right, Rachael behind her. Eric was on my left grasping my hand.
"What happened?" I asked wiping my eyes.
"You were screaming!" Jen exclaimed, "Did you fall asleep? Did you have a bad dream?"
"I don't remember falling asleep," I admitted, "but I was staring at this thing…"
I pointed at the screen, the swirling circle sat before my eyes. "It must've, must've put me in a trance or something."
Eric grabbed the mouse and scrolled the screen, "Dreams and hypnosis?" he read the headline.
"This Gloria lady, I think she can help me," I exclaimed, "I can't keep having these dreams."
"You don't need help," Eric shook his head, "You just need to relax."
"Ugh," I groaned, "I'm so tired of people telling me to relax. I needed to relax when I was pregnant. I needed to relax when I was on tour. I needed to relax when I lost my best friend… Forget it."
"Look," Eric closed the screen, "if you think you need to see someone, then I'll support you. But I think you can get past this yourself. Maybe it's just because you haven't been getting enough sleep."
"Maybe it's because her and Kennedy's three year anniversary would have been this weekend," Rachael added.
"What day is it?" I asked.
"September 21st," Eric sighed, "but I'm sure that has nothing to do with it."
"I bet it does," Rachael replied, very matter-of-factly.
"No it doesn't" Eric defensively shot back.
"Guys stop," I shouted, "where's my son?"
"He's with Garrett downstairs," Jen answered.
I backed away from the computer and took off for the stairs. As I reached the den I spotted Hawke on the couch next to Garrett. I swooped him up and Garrett paused the game.
"You alright?" he asked.
"I'm fine." I held Hawke in my arms and kissed his head. He was all that mattered. Not the scary dreams. Not Kennedy. Not Lacey. Nothing mattered more than my son.
Eric bounded down the stairs after me and approached my side.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine," I replied, "I just, I need some time with my son. I'll be fine."
Eric shook his head and pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. It was Gloria's number.
"Look, I'm going to schedule you an appointment with her," he explained.
"Why? I thought you said I don't need help," I replied.
"You don't. And I don't believe in this crap either. But obviously it's important to you, so I'll talk to her," he explained.
"Thank you," I leaned my head into his chest.
"I just want you back," Eric began, "I don't want to have to see you like this."
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
"Don't be sorry," Eric whispered into my hair.
"I love you"
"I love you too."
"Fuck yes, level twelve!"
Thanks Gar, way to ruin the moment.
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