A/N: Sorry that I was late for releasing chapter 4. Writer's block mixed with procrastination makes you not write fanfiction. I think Disneycow82 (or Bovine Beauty on this site) is done with my cover art. Yay! Here is chapter 5.

Not affiliated with the band Disturbed.

Chapter 5: Real Date

I breathing quickened. Quickened. Quickened. Quickened! QUICKENED! The door shook violently. Door knob twisting and turning! This is a nightmare! "Damn it! You're dead, and you deserve to DIE!" the demonic sheep exclaimed as she disappeared.

'Why is my life a nightmare?' I thought. 'How is anyone dealing with this like nothing really happens? I can't take anymore! I can't. I can't! I CAN'T! My life is hell. My life is hell! MY LIFE IS HELL! This can't go on! I need this to end! To end. To end! TO END! HOW CAN I END IT!' My breath was audible. "HOW CAN END IT!"

"Can you keep it down please. Thanks." I didn't realize until now that I yelled on the top of my lungs that sentence. My breathing slow to a normal state. I checked my window. Good the abductors aren't here. The voice is starting to trust Levi (I think), and we're dating a real date. Not getting to know each other. A real date. The date is at his place, and I'm really excited to do it and scared. But I hope he protects me from the abductors. He is sexy, strong, loyal, gentlemen-like… Sexy… My thoughts was short lived when voices invade. That want me to either die or dump him. I put on music to drown them out. It worked.

I'm excited. But I want to be alone. I want Levi and be alone. Why? I'm in love in him? I think so. 'I'm denying it. I want him. Is he my path to heaven? Please be my heaven. I… I… I'm in love with him. How? I don't talk to anyone. Our relationship always pushes me to talk. It's hard. I want him.'

I peeked out of my window with weary eyes. The morning sun. 10:37 A.M., Saturday.

I took a shower. A long one. Hot water dripped down my back. I put on a blue flannel and black leggings. Interesting pair. Looks better than my old clothes. I popped in a lot of breath mints. The minty freshness is burning my tongue. But I don't care. I'm all set.

6:00 P.M.

I peeked through my window. Watching out for those abductors, and for my ride. He will be picking me up, and go to his apartment. A sound of a truck approached my apartment building. My phone buzzed. 'You ready?' Levi texted. I took a deep breath. I slowly got out of my apartment. Locked the door and walked downstairs to the front door. Levi is more visible in his truck here than from my apartment. I walked out the door. I went closer to his large truck. He was wearing an old black dress shirt and blue jeans. The steps were a bit too high for me to reach. He got out of his truck. He opened the truck door, picked me up, and placed me on my seat. He even buckled my seatbelt. He got back in and we drove off.

We drove to a old brick building. Ivy climbing up the building, bricks sticking out. The glass stained from age. Levi went out of his truck. He walked to my door, opened it, unbuckled me, and lifted me and paced me on the ground. We went inside his apartment. Much smaller than mine. Barely a kitchen here. The living room is about 6' by 6'. I explored further. There is a short hallway that leads to a cramped-as-all-hell bathroom, and a bedroom with a queen sized mattress. I finally came to a table. The table looked tiny. Even for me. A chair at one of the ends where I suppose to sit, and Levi sitting on the floor. I sat down on that chair.

I raced toward. Peeked through it. Hoping those abductors didn't follow us. "The the hell are you doing?" Levi asked.

"Don't tell us our secret." The voice again. "He'll might tell them our secret."

"Nothing. Just the view." I told a lie. I hope that doesn't spiral out of control.

"Oh. It's just strange that you raced towards a window," Levi said.

I sat back down. He covered the Windows closest to the table. "Pervs peek through my windows. I called the cops on them, but I got in trouble for falsely accusing of them for sexual harassment." He got up. He brought out roasted potatoes, and cocktail juice. He set them down, and sat down. "Your head makes you look like a teenager."

"I hate the new wool style that everyone adopted. I like this better."

"And easier to clean." He scraped my half on my plate, and the rest onto his.

"Yes."

"You shave on your own?" He takes a bite.

"Yes."

He made a half smile. "Hey. My cooking isn't burnt."

"Aren't I lucky?" Voices came back. "Can turn on on some music please?" I said in a polite tone. "I don't want my to drain my phone's battery."

"Sure." He went up to a radio. He grabbed out a CD. He put on in, and went back to his seat. It played "The Light" by Disturbed on low volume. "Something uplifting for the day. How's your day?"

I took a bite. Damn. It's good. "Nothing much. How about you?"

"A marriage proposal over the intercom. I guess he wanted to announce it in the store."

"Huh."

"Could have been done somewhere else."

"I think it's cute."

"Then a day later, a bomb threat."

"WHAT!"

"Don't worry. It was a bunch of angry protestors did it."

"Why?"

"They think Wool-Mart is profiting off of abortions."

"I wish I never asked."

"I wish I never experienced it." He changed the subject. And for good reason. He smiled. "We often don't see each other a often, but you look beautiful."

I chuckled. "You always say that."

"Truly, you are."

I made a half smile. "Well then, you're sexy."

"Everyone says that."

Mimicking him, I said, "Truly, you are"

"I am." We laughed together. Finally, my life isn't hell. I feel free. I feel happy. Or at least the taste of it. We licked our lips in sync. My heart was pounding. Not from my paranoia or the voices. But from somewhere else. I couldn't understand it. Felt new. Levi biceps looked bigger than usual. He goes to the gym, but damn. His brown eyes. He is to die for. I licked my lips again. He placed his right hoof on my left side of my face. Our heads drew closer. I closed my eyes, and puckered my lips loosely. Slight right tilt of my head. Our lips came into contact. I smelled his peppermint and potatoes breath, but i don't care. His lips are loose and fluent. His warmth of his body. The sound of our lips smacking each other.

We pulled back. I lightly smacked my lips. Trying to comprehend what happened. "Whoa," I said.

"To be honest, it felt like a trance."

"Whoa."

"Whoa is right, Charlotte. Whoa is right."