Chapter 59
Fright
John sat bolt upright in bed.
What just happened?
Something happened. He 'felt' it had.
John jumped up. He looked around in the darkness. It was quiet, empty and cold.
He turned on the light.
The room was empty.
John looked around again. Something was not right. He thought about arming himself. After what almost happened with Cameron's Glock, he was not so sure that was a good idea. Look at the condition he was in right now.
He could feel there was a cold 'metallic' feel about him. It was nothing he could explain.
John wiped his arms but the feeling did not go away.
He looked at his hands and there was nothing on them.
John opened and closed his fingers and went to wipe his hands on his pants.
He noticed he was unclad. He was naked.
John did not remember that. He at least usually wore undershorts.
He went to his door. He stood there and listened. He was answered with silence. Even the silence seemed cold.
John checked the door. It was still locked from the inside. He shook the door. It did not move or open.
He looked back at his bed. It was empty. That produced a new feeling of sadness. Maybe it would always be empty. He shook that feeling off. There was something here and now that needed to be dealt with.
John thought what he'd experienced must have been some type of 'dream'. If it was, it was a dream like he'd never experienced before.
It was too real. It was more than a dream. He was sure of that.
He looked around again. He was in a locked room alone with nothing but his thoughts.
John wiped his arms and body with his hands again. He could not make that cold metallic feeling go away.
He thought about what happened during the 'dream'. He could not move or wake up.
It was like he was 'trapped'.
His entire body seemed encased or 'surrounded'. It was like he was in a cocoon.
John felt violated. He could not fully explain it. He felt 'used' somehow.
He got dressed and went to Sarah's room. He wanted some comfort and reassurance.
It sounded like Sarah and Kyle were sharing with each other. They seemed busy. He didn't want to ruin that for them with his 'fear'. Maybe it was fear of the unknown.
He left. They would think it was because Cameron was gone and it was just another bad dream.
Strangely enough he thought of going to see Savannah. He needed her positive optimism right now. She could find the brightness in the darkness. He thought it would be a bad optic if someone spotted him enter or leave her room.
That left Vanna and Allison.
The girls would understand. That was what he hoped anyway. Maybe they could shed some insight on what happened.
He went to Allison and Vanna's room. He was about to knock but paused. He decided to listen to make sure they were not busy. He would actually like to see that in person. He'd watched enough of it on the internet. That was always one of his favorite searches.
There was nothing but total silence as he stood alone outside the room.
He knocked.
Nothing happened.
He knocked again a little harder this time.
He heard some stirring inside. There was a thump sound followed by a curse.
Allison answered the door. She looked sleepy. She pulled a long top over her naked figure as she stood there. That was all she wore and nothing else.
John saw 'everything'. He would be very excited about that under different circumstances. There was still a lot of uncertainty and worry in his mind.
"Can I come in, please?" John asked.
Allison moved silently aside and John walked in.
A light by the bed came on.
"You look like you've seen a ghost." Vanna said as she looked up from the bed on one elbow.
Allison could see that too now. John did not look good. She instantly thought of the other 'incident' but did not mention it.
"What's wrong, John?" Allison asked. "What happened?"
Allison was very worried. She could not shake the image of John with Cameron's Glock against the side of his head. She knew what almost happened. She never told anyone about that. Maybe she should have. Now if something happened it would be HER fault for not saying anything.
"I don't know." John said.
The two girls looked at each other.
John was not sure how to explain this since he did not know what actually happened or how.
"Something happened to me. I don't know what." John said.
Vanna and Allison looked at him in silence.
John looked confused to them. That was very unsettling in itself.
"Have both of you been here all night?" John asked.
John hoped it was one of them.
The two girls looked at each other again.
Vanna wanted to make a joke about it but could see the seriousness of the situation.
"We have been with each other all night, John." Vanna said. "We have been in this bed together and nowhere else since we turned in."
She left out the part that they'd made love with each other three times before they fell asleep. It was what usually happened every night.
John could tell Vanna was naked under the covers as he glimpsed a firm breast with a very pink nipple as she stirred. She made no effort to cover it.
Allison noticed what John looked at right now on Vanna.
"I just put this on right now." Allison said as she looked at her shirt. "Look it's even on backwards."
Vanna needed a further explanation from John at this point.
"What happened?" Vanna asked. "Can you tell us?"
Allison pulled off her shirt and turned it the correct direction and put it back on. Her completely nude form was briefly visible. She thought nothing of the act. There was a lot of nudity in the future. The tunnels and bunkers were cramped and crowded places. Everyone saw everyone else at times. It was no big deal. There was no privacy.
John could not help but look at Allison. She was right in front of him.
'Oh - Cameron.' John thought.
"I can't go back to my room." John said.
Allison looked through a pile of clothes and fished out her underwear and slid them on. She threw Vanna hers and a shirt. They disappeared under the covers as Vanna put the underwear on. The covers slid off as she put her shirt on. John caught a glimpse of her perfect topless form. Man, those nipples were pink.
John knew the girls presented him a 'taste' of what was 'available'. They tried to refocus his mind in a not so subtle way.
"Sit down, John." Allison told him.
John sat.
Allison was on one side. Vanna moved to the other side of him.
It was much like the time they'd spent with Cameron when she'd experienced a 'melt down' before. That fact was not lost on any of them.
"Start from the beginning and tell us what happened." Vanna said.
Both girls could tell something was terribly wrong. Allison was not about to let him walk out and do something 'foolish'. The incident with Cameron's Glock was forever burnt into her mind. Wherever John went tonight, Allison decided she was going to go with him 'just in case'. John was too close to the edge and it looked like he was slipping….
John told the story.
Vanna and Allison looked at each other when he finished. It was a very disturbing story.
"Do you think this is because you miss Cameron so much?" Allison asked.
This seemed like something more than a dream to John.
"No, this was something different." John said. "This was - real."
The two girls were worried about John. They could see he believed it was real. Vanna looked at Allison and nodded.
"We would like for you to stay here with us tonight, John. It will be nothing more than just staying here. We promise." Allison said.
Both of them were ready to offer John more if he wanted it. They knew what Cameron asked of them. It was what they wanted too at this point.
John was afraid he would want more.
"I don't know." John said.
Vanna yawned.
"I do, let's go back to sleep. I'm tired." Vanna said.
John looked at the bed. There was a small sofa in the room.
"Let me sleep on the sofa." John said.
Allison knew the sofa was uncomfortable for sleep. It was too small anyway. She also wanted to keep a better eye on John tonight. If he was between Vanna and her, he wasn't going anywhere without them knowing it.
"There is room in the bed. We won't 'attack' or 'bother' you, John. I promise." Allison said. "We can see something is clearly troubling you. I don't want you to be 'alone'."
John and Allison shared a 'knowing look' about what almost happened with Cameron's Glock.
John did not want to go back to his room.
"Let me try the sofa. If that won't work, then maybe I can join you." John said.
John did not want to be alone. He wanted to be with other people, not machines tonight. A total feeling of uneasiness possessed him. It haunted him.
John noticed his hands shook. In fact his entire body shook.
He looked at the two sleepy girls. They both noticed it too.
"You're shaking really bad. Are you sick?" Vanna asked.
Now Vanna was really worried.
"No, I'm scared I think. I think I am shaking with - fright." John said.
Allison was worried about a thousand times more that Vanna was at this point. She wanted John by her side to 'watch' him tonight. She planned to keep him there tonight no matter what she needed to do.
"Crawl in between us. We won't touch you or do anything." Allison said. "We promise."
John did. He spent the entire night looking at the ceiling in the darkness as the two girls slept. Their warmth was comforting to him and their presence reassuring. John felt 'protected'. He knew this is what was waiting for him when he was ready to accept it. It was something that could be very beautiful for the three of them.
In the morning John looked over at Allison. She looked back at him. He turned the other way. Vanna looked back at him as well.
"How was your sleep?" Vanna asked.
John remembered he tried to stay awake. He was afraid the 'event' would happen again if he fell asleep.
"I don't think I slept any." John said.
Allison giggled a little.
"Well, you snore pretty well when you're not asleep then." Allison said.
John felt a little embarrassed.
"Maybe I dozed off. I don't know. I don't remember." John said.
Allison wanted to make it clear to John.
"We all know what is going to happen sooner or later. It is just a matter of time. We are always here, John. We are 'available'." Allison said. "We are 'ready'."
Vanna wanted John to know comfort was waiting for him.
"Both of us are ready and willing." Vanna added. "You don't need to be 'alone'."
Allison wanted to give him some options.
"One of us can come and visit you or you can come here and visit us." Allison said with a wink.
Vanna touched his face. John looked over at her.
"It is time to move forward, John. We are here for you. Whatever you need or want." Vanna said. "We all need to move on. We are both hurting too. We can all help each other."
"John, it is time…." Allison said. "I think we all need and want 'more'."
The word 'more' startled John. The fear was back.
"I better go." John said.
Allison wanted him to leave on a light note.
"Well, if nothing else, you can say that you slept with two girls at the same time even if you did not 'sleep' with them." Allison joked.
Vanna playfully slapped Allison's butt.
John got up to leave. He smiled and thanked both of them as he headed for the door.
He stopped at the door. There was something he needed to know. He turned and faced Allison.
"Allison, when we were in the future did you ever go to my room and wait naked in my bed?" John asked.
Vanna quickly looked at Allison. Maybe there were a few things Allison 'forgot' to tell her.
"No, I never did that. You asked me that before." Allison said. "I swear I never did that."
Vanna was not so sure.
"It sounds like you, Allison." Vanna added. "You know how to get what you want."
"I never did. I swear. I only kissed him a half a dozen times and put his hands on my breasts twice. That is all I ever did and he never responded back once to my 'invitations'." Allison said sadly. "That was before I knew about - Cameron. I never did it again after that."
John swallowed very hard. He remembered 'Allison's' breasts got larger and her figure turned shapelier. It was all so clear now. How did he now put it all together back then? He'd almost 'taken' Allison then. It was so tempting and it was what he wanted. It was clear now that was not Allison.
He felt very sick.
Fright
Things aren't always what they appear
There could be some delight
It seems more often than not
That the unknown causes fright
The chances we take in life
Are seldom concise and finite
Our actions and reactions
May cause a riot of trouble to incite
Often our fate is left to dreams
We conger up our own White Knight
That all soon ends as we wake
Leaving us with the darkness of night
We can think about it all
With the advantage of hindsight
We wondered where that was at
When we needed true insight
We all want something
That is shinny and bright
How much will we give
For what will we fight
Nobody