Chapter 5: The Dream and Jack
I smiled. It was Jack! Someone else I knew! "Hey, Jack!"
"I was just wondering if you wanted to go out again." I froze. Jack was my boyfriend? What about Trunks? I liked him! But Jack was pretty handsome....
"I don't know."
"You don't?"
"I haven't been feeling too well."
"Aww...I'm sorry. Do you want me to come over and make you feel better?" My stomach fluttered. Did I?
No. Not like this.
"Nah, I'm okay. I'd probably throw up all over you anyway," I said, giggling nervously.
"Okay, then. Call me tomorrow."
"I will."
"Feel better, hun."
"Thanks."
"Good-night."
"Good-night." We hung up. I sighed with relief. I got dressed into my pajamas and went to bed.
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I was lost. I didn't know where I was going, how to escape, or how I got there. All I knew was that I was lost.
I was wearing my pajamas --a while tank top and sweatpants-- and it was very cold...wherever I was. I was starting to panic. I ran down hallway after hallway, each darker than the next. Soon it was pitch black, and I had to feel my way around. Every time I tried to turn back, there would be another wall blocking my way. I saw flickering up ahead...a fire. And a baby wailing.
I felt like I had to help it. I ran faster, bumping into walls. I followed the fire...I would reach it soon. Another turn, and I was in a dim room, light by torches on the wall. The baby was lying down on what seemed to be a large throne. Figures in dark robes were bowing to it. I felt tears burn in my eyes as I ran to the baby. I grasped it and held it in my arms.
The figures looked at me and stood up. One by one, they took off their hoods, revealing themselves.
I screamed in horror....
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I bolted up from my bed. Cold swear was trickling down my face. I was breathing in short gasps, and I could still feel the tears in my eyes. I buried my face in my hands and started sobbing.
It's needless to say I didn't get any more sleep that night.
Immediately after I woke up I forgot who the figures in the robes were. I just felt horrible, undescribably evil inside of them. It was enough to scare me the rest of my life.
I got up to get a drink of water. I felt the earth shake. A bolt of pain in my stomach...I cried out and steadied myself against the wall. As the shaking continued, the pain got worse, if that was possible. All I saw was red...I squeezed my eyes shut. Stop, stop, stop! I thought. "Just stop! Stop!" The pain went away.
The shaking stopped.
I cried tears of relief.
I knew something was very, very wrong.
The earthquake couldn't be related to the pain in my stomach...could it?
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At around six a.m., when the stores started to open, I went out in search of a place to eat. Many people had been woken up by the earthquake and were out, too. Complete strangers would come up to me and talk about it. Some thought the second one was an aftershock and were worried there'd be more. Some expressed their anger about valuables that had broke during the earthquake. One man even thought the world was going to end, but he was a common sight in Satan City.
I went inside a nice little restaurant and a middle-aged man immediately started yelling at me. "Marron, what the hell's your problem?! You weren't at work yesterday and hung up on me! I had to help Lizzie wait tables! Do you know how embarressing that was?! Where's your waitress uniform?! If you do that one more time you're fired, do you understand?"
I stared at him.
"Excuse me?" I asked. He sighed.
"You'll have to wait tables wearing that. Now get ready. We open in ten. Lizzie and Michiko are in the back. Lizzie's pissed at you." With that, he left.
Lizzie and Michiko. They must've known me the day before I lost my memory. I walked to the back and saw two girls in waitress uniforms. One, a girl with blonde hair, was smoking. She looked at me and said,"Why didn't you come to work yesterday?" Lizzie. But she didn't seem mad at me.
"I, uh, didn't feel too good."
"How was your date with my brother?" she asked.
"Who?"
"You know, Jack."
"Jack's your brother?"
"Yeah! How was it, anyway?" I shook my head.
"I can't remember." Michiko stared at me.
"You can't remember anything?" she asked.
"No, nothing. The next morning, my mind was blank."
"Seriously?" Lizzie asked, concerned. "You don't remember anything?"
"No...."
"You should see a doc--" Lizzie began.
"Maybe you just had too much to drink. Happens to me," Michiko said.
"Yeah...maybe."
"But if it doesn't clear up soon, go to a doctor," Lizzie said.
"I will. Do you remember anything about me before I...lost my memory?"
"You were talking to that really hot lavender-haired guy," Lizzie said. "That was the day you met Jack and went on the date."
"By the way, do you remember that purple guy's number?" Michiko asked with a grin.
"Trunks? No, sorry."
"Trunks Briefs?" Michiko asked.
"Um...yeah, I think so."
"I heard he was a player. But I don't care. I'd do anything to get just one night with him...mmm," Michiko said.
"Do you remember anything we said?" I asked.
"Jack said you were fighting or something," Lizzie said.
"We were?"
"Yeah."
"Girls! Work time!"
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Being a waitress was a lot harder than I expected. People changed their orders like five times...after it had been cooked. They were impatient, as if it was our fault the food took a while to cook. They also vented their anger through us. It was all worth it, because I got paid a reasonable amount of money.
I went grocery shopping and finally had more to put in my refrigerator than a bottle of ketchup. I was heating up a meal when I heard a knock on the door. I opened it and I saw what had to be Jack. He was more handsome than I thought he was. He had a boquet of flowers in his hands. "These are for you," he said as he handed to me and kissed my cheek.
"Thank you! Oh, they're beautiful!" I found a vase, filled it partially with water, and put the flowers in. Jack wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and rested his head on my shoulder.
"I missed you," he said, kissing my neck. "Lizzie said you lost your memory." He pushed aside the strap of my tank top and kissed me there. "Do you remember me?"
"Yes," I breathed. His hands went up and down my sides while his lips trailed up to my neck...cheek...and my own lips. He turned me around and kissed me softly, his tongue grazing across my lips. It grew more intense as his tongue entered my mouth. I felt my knees weaken and I fell against him. His hands moved down--
Knock, knock!
Jack groaned and broke the kiss. "Who is it?" I asked, my voice shaking a little.
"It's Trunks." Jack rolled his eyes.
"Damn it," he whispered. He let go of me and I answered the door. Trunks' eyes widened with shock when he saw Jack. Then they narrowed with anger. I felt the power within him building up.
"Did I interrupt anything?" Trunks asked.
"As a matter of fact, you did," Jack replied. Trunks stepped forward.
"Taking advantage of her, weren't you?"
"I would never!"
"I'm sure she wasn't the first."
"Look who's talking!"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Ask any girl in Satan City, they all know."
"I've stopped."
"I'm sure you did." They were nose-to-nose now, red with anger.
"Just stop it!" I exclaimed. Trunks was growling, just loud enough for me to hear. I overheard Bulma say that Vegeta growled, but that was a totally different and totally disgusting thing.
"I'm leaving," Jack said.
"Good," Trunks said. Jack grabbed me and wrapped his arms around me, tightly. He kissed me, hard, on the lips. I nearly gagged on his tongue. I saw Trunks watching us. The power inside of him was through the roof, I was sure that at any moment he'd attack.
Jack pulled back. "Good-bye, Marron."
"See you." He left, throwing Trunks a nasty glare as he did. Trunks returned it and slammed the door behind him.
"You're dating him?!" he asked.
"I didn't know until last night--"
"Why?! What happned last night?"
"Nothing! He called me, that's all!"
"Are these from him, too?" Trunks asked, pointing to the flowers.
"Yes!" He moved to throw them out the window, but I quickly stepped in front of him. We were nose-to-nose, like him and Jack had been. We stared at each other, not blinking. Suddenly he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. I finally felt him...his taste. It was so warm...so delicious...I felt myself melting against him. His tongue was in my mouth, exploring, while his hands grasped my hips.
All too soon, he pulled back. His eyes were wide. "Marron...I-I...I'm s-s-sorry. I didn't mean to...." He backed away and ran out the door. I slumped against the wall, half sad that he left, and half giddy...his taste still in my mouth.
A/n--Ugh, I know you guys are gonna hate me, leaving you off here, but chapter six *should* be up soon, depending on how much time I have. (I'm still working on it.)