As they stepped up to Nikki's front door, Anthonie grabbed her hand and kissed it before she could pull away.
"Sleep well, my love. Think about what I said, and well...Tell me what you think about...er...us. Sweet dreams." With that, he turned and strutted slowly away. She watched him leave him leave, paralyzed with love and fear.
That night, she dreamed of Anthonie, her imagination running wild with images of them in bed, at movies, hugging, touching, kissing.
But then her mind filled with images of death. Anthonie was impaled on a spear, her real mother with a wooden stake through her heart, and her father weeping over the poor woman. Her adoptive parents watching in fear from the sidelines.
She suddenly woke up, crying. Over in the closet, something moved. She quickly dressed in an old pair of blue jeans and her black tank top. Opening the window, she peeked out quietly to make sure that her parents weren't outside. She grabbed a bag and stuffed more clothes in it, leaving space for more things.
While moving down the stairs, she looked around for anybody who might corrupt her plans of sneaking out to see someone special.
She ran into the kitchen, grabbed some gatorade and some chips, then she was out the door. Then she remembered her cell phone and ran back inside to grab it. When she reached her room upstairs, she heard her parents walking around downstairs, only to find the lamp Nikki had knocked over in her rush to her room.
Sorry that was so short. Shout out to my friend Nikki, who is the girl that I based this story on,with my brother. She's my BETA, and willing to BETA someone else. Her link is on my site.