I had the weirdest dream. It was one of those dreams where it's like a flashback, kinda. The dream took place when I lived in New Jersey when I was four, maybe five. My parents were fighting like always. It was pretty scary when they fought, it was never physical-thank god. I remember I sat on the stairs in the shadows show they wouldn't see me. My mom yelled "I hate you. I stopped loving you the day you came home drunk for the first time"
"How dare you!" My father said as veins showed thru his skin. You can see how big his veins were at the moment. What happen next never happen in real life. He smacked my mother so hard that she fell back and crack her head open. I let out a cry and he saw me with fire in his eyes. I got up and tried to walk up the stairs as fast I could for a height of a toddler. My dad was already half way up the stairs before I was able to get to the top section of the stairs. He grabbed me by my hair and flung me. It's 12 feet long, I didn't hit any steps as I fell. I hit the hard tile floor. Right there, my body lied motionless, just like my mother's.
right there, I woke up. Jerking forward from the bed. Not only tears stained my skin, they were still coming from my eyes. I brought my knees to my chest and cried. An arm cradled me from behind then another to the front. "Shhh" a quiet voice said. I looked up and saw Dally. It was a bit blurry because of the tears that were stuck in my eyes. "Wanna talk about it rose?" He asked. I just simply shook my head and cried. He hugged me and dragged me towards middle of the bed. I laid there, crying with my face buried in his chest. It was so warm and his heart beat was soothing. I manage to stop crying. Dally wasn't moving but he was alive tho. I looked up, he was asleep. I felt safe for once. Especially in Dally's arms. Somewhere I never thought it would be safe and loving. I slid out of Dally's arm and went to sit in the chair at the cornor. I just watched him sleeping. Who knew a troubled and damnaged kid like him would look like an angel while they're sleeping. I decided to go somewhere for a bit. I got up and slid on my pants since i sleep in a t-shirt and my panties. I grabbed my wallet and walked out of the room. I turned back and leaned against the doorframe, I couldnt help it but to smile. I walked down the stairs, trying to be quiet as a mouse and walked out of the house. "Damn, Buck took the car." I mummbled to myself. A 20 minute walk to the Curtis' house is that far of a walk. Halfway there, I was proven wrong.