Hello everyone, here's the next chapter of Freeing Dea.

I hope it meets your expectations and I've double checked my work. Well triple checked. Aaha.

If there is something wrong please tell me. I'm gunna be so pissed at myself.

BTW these books are actually all books in my parents study. Aha they're both bookworms.

R&R

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I get up from the bed. It's more comfortable than my other one. It's squashy and you just melt into it, it's completely different from the other one which is as hard as wood with springs poking your back and this is just well... sleeping on it feels like heaven.

I think I've fallen in love with a bed. Haha to bad Will.

Walking around the room I examine it, what really catches my eyes is the bookshelf. It's giant and takes up the whole left wall, filled with different varieties of books. I inch closer towards the shelf trying to get a closer look. I look at the top shelf and skim through it. It's tagged 'NON FICTION' and beside the tag there are massive books that were at least 1,000 pages. I slowly read some of their titles.

'Pascal's wager' 'the grapes of wrath' 'Tim Harford' the undercover economist' ' the origins of political order' 'Africa Richard Dowing' 'Tocqueville's Democracy in America'.

Fed up of all these long words, with no meaning to me whatsoever I move my gaze down the shelf. This shelf is labelled 'FICTION'. I skim past a few Harry Potter books, I stop when one particular title catches my eye.

'A Cinderella Story'

My eye literally popped at my sockets. What is a grown man doing with a young girl's fairy tale book? Haha I am so going to torment Will with this. I know that your thinking I wouldn't dare be that evil. oh yes I will.

I sit back down. Bored. I seriously do not want to stay in the same room with Will after he stupid embarrassing questions.

'you wanna sleep with me?' I cringe at that memory. Stupid jerk! Have some modesty. Why would you even say that?

Well, I know it was to piss me off. But still why?!

Well, I'm gunna have to face it sooner or later. I quietly tiptoe to the living room and I see Will already preparing for bed under his duvet. Watching some crime show on TV. I hover by the door quietly, unsure on whether I should come in or not.

Come in, I didn't know you take 3 hours to change. I feel a light delicate ticketing sensation as he whispers in my mind.

I walk in slowly as he pulls his legs back giving me room to sit beside him and I do. We sit there silently for a while.

"What time is it?" I ask trying to find a reason to excuse myself from all the awkwardness.

"I donno' he looks around for a clock but there isn't one in the room "should be about half 10".

I get up " Alright. I'm going to Bedfordshire" I say.

"Aha what? Where's Bedfordshire?"

"It's a saying. It means I'm going to bed" I explain to him "my parents always used to say that"

"Used to?" He asks pulling me closer to him. I pull back slowly and subtly.

"Okay Bye. Goodnight." I say as he pulls me towards him again.

"Sleep here please. I-I wont do anything, I swear I'd never hurt you. I just wanna sleep with my soul finder. Just sleep Nothing else...well for now anyway" he cracks a grin which I'm guessing he did to stop himself from smirking.

"umm..n-no I..don't think so" I say quietly.

Okay I feel a little bit uncomfortable at the moment. I walk out the room quickly, not daring to look at Will's face. I slowly climb up to my bed. Will's bed. Maybe I should've just stayed with him. I mean he's been so nice to me, even when he didn't know who I was. He wouldn't hurt me at all. I let to of the thought and drift into a deep sleep...

(FLASHBACK/NIGHTMARE)

I'm pushed roughly against the walls and I stumble to the floor, I feel a pair of fists bunched in my hair as I'm lifted lifelessly from the ground. Forcing my eyes open I look into the most darkest piercing bloodshot eyes I've seen in my life, I open my mouth to say something but I let out a whimper instead. The man throws me halfway across the room. My delicate back taking in all the impact as I'm thrown against the stiff wall again. I try desperately to get up, but I can't. My body is paralysed in fear and pain. He walk towards me again grabbing me and pushing me against the wall.

"What is your power?" he growls.

I take a shaky breath trying to calm myself as his arms wrap around my throat. I slowly reach up to his face, as I feel my life slowly slipping away. When my small hands touch his icy face. I feel that tingly sensation overcome me as I watch his face lose all it colour. The touch also has an impact on me, I feel myself getting stronger. He drops me suddenly and I keep my hands on the centre of his stomach which the highest I could reach as he loses all his energy. Dropping down on his knees and falling lifelessly to the ground. I shake in horror. All this is to much for a five year old to process, looking at the drained dead body, I feel like screaming but one one's there to listen. I scream again and again repeatedly till my voice becomes hoarse. But yet know one hears me...

I stand up rapidly. The cold sweat dripping on my face, arms, chest just about everywhere. My heart is pounding so fast it feels as if it's about to rip out my chest. I try to calm my laboured breath as I relax my fist which is clenched tightly to the bed sheets. Just then I notice a hand supporting me in a sitting position behind my back and I see Will his face is covered by the dark but I can still see him. He looks at at me worried as I breath in deeply wiping the sea of tears from my face.

I take one last shaky breath, looking around.

I'm in a room.

Will's room.

I'm safe.

I feel a movement and before I know it I'm pulled into Will and his warm embrace, his arms rubbing my back. I pull away, still in shock. Tears building up in my eyes as I move back hugging my arm.

"Come on, it's okay" Will says trying move towards me to hug me again.

I step away shaking even more. I could feel every bone in my body tremble. "Stay away from me" I say but it comes out more like a whisper.

"STAY THE HECK AWAY FROM ME!" I shout. My voice is hoarse just then I realise I must've been shouting in my sleep...again.

"I DON'T WANY YOU HERE" I shout again but Will moves forward instead.

"PLEASE, J-JUST GO AWAY" I pull away from him pushing him out the door roughly and slamming it. I press my back against the wall trying to clear my thoughts. I find myself slowly slip to the ground as I start to cry.

A While later, I walk back and crawl back into the bed. Wrapping Myself into a little ball clutching my sides hoping the pain and images engraved in my head would just disappear.

He must think I'm Nut Job now.