Chapter 4
After 7 hours of cleaning, I went to sleep. Weird thing is I love sleeping but, I have countless nightmares. Of course, all the other Saints decided to stay at my penthouse for a little while. I dressed down to my boxers and fell on my bed. Tired as hell. Finally falling asleep.
I was in a car, somewhere in a deep dark ditch. My hands were tied together behind my back. I somehow had a knife, I cut the rope and got out of the car.
"Crap.." There were bodies all over the ditch and all of them looked like my brother. No, no. I was suffering my own hellish nightmare. It was like I wanted myself to suffer. I needed to find a way to wake up but, how? It was going to take a hell of a lot of energy to get out of this shithole. I looked up. This ditched was about 9 ft high. And with me being 6'4 I still couldn't reach it. Right then and there I heard a voice.
"You know why did you survive the crash but, not me." It was exactly my brothers' voice.
"I coul-"
"Then, you go into a damn gang, great job! All I want to say is enjoy hell, hehehe.."
"NO!" I screamed. Damn dreams. I looked over at my clock. It was 1:23 a.m. I decided to go downstairs to the kitchen to get water. I didn't think anyone was in my penthouse anymore. I'm pretty sure everyone left, so I just stayed in my black boxers. As I reached the kitchen I grabbed a glass and turned around. I jumped.
"Fuck, Shaundi why are you still here?"
"Just to put the wine bottle away. Pierce and Ben went crazy, why?"
"No, I just- you leave earlier all the time."
"Oh."
There was an awkward silence after that, then Shaundi broke the silence.
"So what happened?"
What do you mean?" I asked.
"I mean this." She pointed at my boxers.
"Couldn't sleep."
"Yeah I could tell."
"Uhm, how?"
"I heard you screaming. Like, really dramatically."
"Oh, that's just nothing."
"Alright then, well I'm gonna go." Shaundi said as she proceeded to leave.
I walked over to her and grabbed her arm.
"Wait."
"What?"
"I just wanted to say Thanks for putting the wine back."
"You're Welcome, Ok Bye."
"Bye.."
Then she left. I threw the glass that I put on the counter and screamed. I knew I should've did something. Even if it meant kissing her cheek. Or, something. I knew I was a pussy. I couldn't do anyfuckingthing. Why would I even say thanks for her putting a shitty wine bottle back? I needed to do something. No I didn't. It was just "feelings." They'll go away, anyways. She was just another "crush." With that I decided just to back to bed. Proceed on with my nightmares.
I deserve nothing.