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Chapter 1: The Dream
Alice's P.O.V.
My eyes flashed open. It had been such a vivid dream.
Our small house was being bombarded with men wearing all black, from head to toe. They had come in through the front door, ran around the living room, and into the kitchen where my mother and I were having our supper. One man with short, beefy arms grabbed me and through me over his shoulder. I screamed, but my voice was barely audible of the sounds of the invading men and my mothers yelling. "Mama!" I shouted as they carried me out side.
The cool summer breeze hit my face like a slap as the man carrying me jumped off the porch.
He was leading me to a rather large vehicle I thought to be a car, in the dim porchlight, I could vaguely see the word "Asylum" printed on the side. As I was thrown inside, I caught a glimpse of my mother standing on the porch, watching. She was just standing there in her long blue dress, and hair in a bun, watching me without a tear in her eye. "Mama!" I call again but she turns away and heads back into the house shutting the door behind her. That was the last I saw before being engulfed by the darkness of the dream.
I shake my head. "It's just a dream" I say to my self. I jump up from my small bed and walk over to the small window, and drew back the curtains. The sun was rising on our small town of Biloxi. I could see from the way that everyone was interacting with each other, that today was going to be a slightly still day. Mr. Robinson from next door was sitting on his porch, smoking his pipe, and watching as Mrs. Robinson sat knitting a small sweater. I smile. I'd have to say hi to them when I go to the beach today.
I hear a light knocking on the door. "Come in" I say, turning away from the window. I turn to see my father standing in the doorway. He was quiet tall, which is peculiar since I am barley tall enough to reach his shoulder, and I am almost 19. His dark brown hair was laying flat on his forehead and he was dressed in his usual brown trousers and white collared shirt, neither one looking odd against his light complexion. He smiled.
"Mary! How's my favorite daughter doing, this fine day? Off to the bay, I suppose?" He asked. I laugh. "Yes papa! I was going to meet Ella and Tim at the Lighthouse" I told him. He nods his head. "Alright, Mary, but I want you to be home by 7. I'm leaving tonight, and I would like the chance to say goodbye to you"
I smile I run over to his open arms. "Why must youleave so soon? Can't you stay util my birthday next week? I'll miss you too much" I say into his shirt. I know this may be silly to say goodbye to him now, but I don't know the next time I'll see him again. You see, My father is going off to fight in the war. I know enough to believe that we are endanger of the countries attacking the United states and trying to take control.
My father laughs a deep sound as I pull away. "I must go, daughter. When I am needed I must go. Besides, I'm not leaving yet, Mary. Just be home before 7" he reminded, looking me straight on. "Promise?" "I promise" I say as he kisses the top of my head and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.
I hurriedly dress, eat my breakfast while my mother sits at the table, knitting a blanket that is obvious for my father. Once I'd finished, I kissed her cheek, said goodbye and was off to the light house.
When I arrived, no one else was there. Hmm, well, they'll be here in a few minutes I guess. I skip along the edge of the water, humming a lullaby my mother used to sing to me.
"You gonna stand there all day waiting for the sun to set, or are you gonna turn around, and notice that we're here?" A high voice said from behind me. I turned around to see Ella and Tim Montgomery standing a few feet away. I roll my eyes.
"Maybe" I squeal, skipping away from the water to where they stood. Ella Hayes is one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen. Her light pink dress, light brown eyes, and her long golden hair that hung in little ringlets below her shoulders made a snapshot of pure beauty. I'd always been so envious of her features, but she'd always laugh, in that singsong voice of hers, and tell me I was just as, or if not more beautiful than she was, though I could never believe her.
"Now that we're all settled, let's get right into business, shall we?" Tim Montgomery asked one we'd sat down at a bench, me and Ella facing opposite of him. Tim didn't wait for an answer, as he rarely did, but launched into his story.
"If we're all listenin', I've got somethin' very important to say." Tim announced. "Well, it's not exactly heart wrenching, and life changing as it sounds, but is important anyway." He clears his throat. "Well, go on then. Tell us" Ella exclaimed. "Yes" I added. "Tell us what the big secret is and don't keep us under pressure for a second longer!"
Tim glances at both of us, his gaze lingering on me a second to long, sending a tingly feeling down my spine. "Well, umm, my dad is coming home!" he said in a burst. Ella and I sat there, taking the news in. "That's wonderful!" I say, jumping up. "Yes, indeed. Your father is coming back from where this time? Britain?" Ella asked, remaining in her seat, but e=face lighting up at the news.
"Germany" says Tim, messing with a loose thread on his jacket. "He was in Britain, but then he got transferred."
"This is great!" I say bouncing up and down. I had always been fond of Tim's father. When I was little, He used to tell these amazing stories about what life in Britain was like when he was young, and Ella, Tim and I, would stare at him in awe. We was a fantastic storyteller.
After a while of chatting about our fathers, and our opinions on the war, I finally got enough courage to tell them about my dream. They stayed quiet until the end.
"Your dreams have been coming true a lot lately, Mary, this is true, and your mother isn't the nicest of all people, but she would never send you to an asylum. I mean, ya, It's a little odd, but you can see the future!" Ella comforts.
"Yes, and do you think we'd let that happen? You have to have faith in us, luv. We can't stop anything unless we know what we have to work with" adds Tim. I looked at my two best friends and smile.
"What would I do without you guys?" I ask as we are suddenly in a group hug.
We chatted the whole day away, devising a plan on making sure my dream didn't come true. This isn't the first dream I've had that seemed real. I have a lot of these dreams and most of them do come true, and that's why it scares me so much. It was almost dark when we realized the time.
"I have to go. My father will be leaving soon" I say, standing up.
"I should be getting home, too. I'm supposed to help my mother with supper.," Ella chimes in. Tim nods and adds, "And I have to put my little sister to bed" Ella hugs me and wishes me a good night, hugs me tightly, then headed back toward town. That left me and Tim.
"We'll make sure it doesn't happen, Okay?" he promised. I smiled. He leans down, brushes a piece of hair that had fallen onto my face behind my ear. He lightly kisses me on the cheek, then looks me in the eye and says, "We'll find a way through it, Mary. Together" and with that, he followed Ella's trail up into town, and I followed him. I was a few feet behind him, but I thought I heard Tim mumble, "no one's taking you away from me." Must have been the wind.
When I finally make it home, my father is sitting on the small brown couch, waiting for me. "I'm sorry I'm late. I was just with Ella and Tim and I….." I trailed off, lost for words. The truth is though, I couldn't continue, for there were tears swelling up in my eyes.
When they finally broke surface, I was engulfed in a hug, from my father. I buried my face into his shirt and cried. My mother joins in and we stood there, for who knows how long.
When it was time for my father to go, I made him promise me something. "Promise me that you'll come back, that you won't leave us." I told him. He smiled and nodded. "I'll always come back, no matter the outcome." He then kissed my head, my mother's lips, whispered goodbye, and was out the door.
All that was left of him was his all ready retreating smell, and the promise he had made me. And it was a promise he would keep.
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