Chapter Twelve
"What?" I asked, looking at the ground, where I threw up. I needed to clean it. "What are you talking about?"
"You need to fucking remember the past."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Damn, I fucking hate to do this." He said and touched my temples with his hands. I felt dazzled.
I closed my eyes, forgetting about my companion. Blood. Dead bodies. More blood. My mother. Father. Police. Me in front of them, holding a knife and smirking at the dead bodies, my smirk grew wider in every second, looking at them.
Then, the police jumped on me. I hit my head on the street's pavement and cursed. My mother and father started to yell at the police. Police didn't listen to them. Little Dirty Fuckers. I thought I screamed at them. Their faces turned red and then I got hit by the oldest officer. I closed my eyes.
Suddenly, the cold ground seemed very real. I could even feel how my head was hurting from the idea.
I opened my eyes and almost screamed. Palm hushed me, and a cold finger ran down my neck. I was on the linoleum ground of my room. The black haired guy was sitting on me. He was leaning very close to my face.
"Already back from your little dream?" he asked, breathing in, making the little hair on my neck stand up. My heart started to pound very fast. It was hurting me in the same time. He smirked, seeing the reaction, which my body gave after his little move.
"Yes," I said, swallowing saliva, which started to choke me inside my mouth. Unexpectedly, he pushed himself closer to me.
Ticklish feeling come from my neck. Slowly, it went down, till it reached my pajama low cut. Then, it stopped and something warm was pulled up. Only then I realized that my neck was wet. It was licked. My eyes widened and a moan escaped my lips. I pulled myself up to come face to face with the stranger.
He was on the top of me and it was hard to push him away. I started to struggle and punch him. I was weak. I was tired and I knew that the stranger know that.
He started to chuckle and pushed me down, again.
"What are you doing, molester? Let me go. I'm going to call nine-one-one!" I shouted and started to struggle more, trying to remove my legs away from his. He gripped my hands in one palm and moved them above my body. I felt helpless. The stranger, slash, molester caught me in his trap and it looked like he wanted to rape me.
I was so weak, that I couldn't even take care of myself. Pathetic.
A tear rolled down my cheek and I started to sob. Sobs become louder and slowly they turned into pants. His cold fingers touched my face. It went down from the forehead till the chin.
"I'm not a molester, damn, I would fucking kill myself, if I could, being a molester. I just want to test you. To feel you, taste your skin's taste. You have no idea how long I have been waiting for this, kitty." He didn't continue, only moved closer to my face. Then, with slow head's bow, he touched my lips with his. He didn't get any response. He moved his face away from my face till his nose touched my neck. "You would enjoy this too if you would know who I am. Please, forgive me this." He moved his head up and looked into my eyes. "I will try to not hurt you."
Frightening pain ran from my neck down my body. I screamed and closed my eyes. The pain was crushing my bones. He was pushing me into the bed. Even if I had some supernatural powers, he wouldn't be moved away from me.
Tears rolled into my curly brown hair. Something wet flowed down my neck. My neck hurt, it ached like a hell. He removed his grip from my hands, letting them be free. They fell on my pillow, into my hair. I gripped my hair to ease the pain somehow. His free hand, which held my hands, went beside my hands, in my hair. He pushed himself away from my neck and I froze. His lips were dirty with blood. His chin was dirty with blood. His eyes were more red, shining at me like a two red diamonds.
I pushed my hands down to my neck. Touching it, I touched something wet, warm and sticky. I throw my hands up in the moonlight, which gleamed inside my bedroom from my bedroom window.
There it was again. Blood. Just like in my dream. My bed sheet was dirty with my own blood. My pajama upper part was dirty with my blood. Stranger shirt was dirty with my blood. I was dirty with it almost all over my body. My heart pounded hard and my breaths were coming out in hard ashes. Somehow, my room felt very, very cold.
The stranger rolled away from me, into my bed to look at me. To see my reaction in this little game. Does he have a knife? Did he cut my neck with it? Does he want to see me die out of blood?
I couldn't say a word. I was paralyzed, frozen and dumbfounded.
He licked his lips and cleaned his mouth in my bed sheet. He smirked and then smiled a little with his shinny white teeth. My heart almost stopped to pound and I wanted to throw up again.
"Don't worry, it will heal. And this fucked up vision of yours will end." He said and moved closer to me. "All you need to do is to kiss me."
Not sure what to do, I chose his offered option. It had to be a dream. Or the worst nightmare I have ever seen.
I practically jumped on him. I couldn't guess where I found the powers in my dream to do it. It felt so real. The feeling of his lips moving against mine, his lips moving my mouth open and moving his tongue inside my mouth. Tasting my blood, that was inside his mouth, I felt kind of weird. His cold fingers touched my back, slowly pulling my pajama shirt up to touch my naked back. I shivered and he pushed me into my bed. It didn't felt that dirty anymore. While kissing me, he slid his finger down my back till they touched my pajamas pants. I gasped and wanted more. No one has ever touched me like that. His fingers were gentle on my skin, the caresses were filled with love and desire.
Suddenly, he pulled his hands out my shirt and pushed himself off me. I looked at him and couldn't believe how fast he jumped out of my bed. He turned around and whispered, "Next time, I will make sure that you will remember me."
And then he disappeared. Like a shadow. I breathed out and fell into my bed. The blood was gone and everything was back to normal. Just a little more and I will wake up from this nightmare. Just a little and I will scream. Every second now.
But somehow, the dream only started.
Little Cute Girl
