Had I been dreaming?
Was everything one long awful dream? Was it just an awful nightmare which I'd soon wake up from? I'd probably wake up to Maribel's voice, telling me to hurry to school. Have another day facing Clarissa and Janette awfulness,then I would ride back home with my bicycle, singing along to my favorite band music.
A life, where things like werewolves and Lycans weren't real. A life where I was nothing but a normal girl with normal dreams, wishes and goals. A life where I wasn't a sex slave.
But then it wasn't a dream. It was real.
It
Chris led me to another side of the tower which wasn't made tattered and rocky like the first side. This other side was furnished and the brick walls were covered up with wallpapers.I saw a lot of people here, mostly women and children and very few guards.The place had many rooms, lounges, and suites and was very rowdy.Chris was greeted by so many people on this side, almost like he was some sort of celebrity.We went round the place over and over again and still Chris still didn't adhere to my suggestion of asking the peopl
They opened the door and the first sight i saw brought tears to my eyes.Maribel was seated on a basket wicker chair which rocked back and forth. She had a novel in her hands which she concentrated on which made her not notice that three people had walked in.What brought a faint smile and two heavy drops of tears from.my eyes was the large bump on her belly."Maribel." I said faintly. "Maribel."She lowered the novel and stared at who was calling her. As her eyes met mine I could see the shock in her eyes.&n
"I really don't know." She said, breaking into tears."It's alright." I said, patting her back as she cried.She cleaned her face and sniffed loudly. "I'm fine...I'll be fine.""Yes, we'll be fine. Both you, me and…" I rubbed her baby bump. "Your baby."She smiled. "I had once thought of getting rid of it, but then Maxwell, talked me out of it.""Who is Maxwell?" I asked.
"Maxwell?" "Yea, I'm not sure you know me…" "I know you, Maribel told me about you." I said. He looked around with his torch and with a confused look on his face, he asked; "What's wrong?" "Like?" "You seem like you were being pursued by something, are you sure you're alright?" I gulped in my saliva and nodded my head frantically. "Yes, I'm fine."
"Wakey wakey."I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was a very large nylon which smelled great.I rose up instantly and before me was Chris and Brianna."Hey, good morning." Chris said, collapsing on one of the hospital chairs."Hi." Brianna said, waving continuously at me. "You sleep a lot. Can I ask you a question?"I shook my head in disbelief. How are these people here? I wondered."Excuse me." I sai
Maribel cleared her throat loudly as she noticed my shocked eyes on her."W-who is this….little girl?" She said with an absurd smile on her face."Hi, I'm Brianna." Brianna said, walking closer to Maribel and stretching her hand forward for a handshake."Wait!" I said aloud, finally regaining my ability to speak. I drew Brianna away from Maribel and towards me. "Brianna, uhm….I think you have to leave here.""Why?" She said with a suddenly sad face. "Did I do something wrong? Are you angry with me?"&nbs
It didn't come as a surprise to me when Garry carried me to a bar. "Hah!" He exclaimed in excitement as he walked into the rowdy environment. "Hey Biggie." Many of them called out to him as he walked inside. It was almost like he was a celebrity to them. He carried me to a table and dropped me to my feet. He sat down, making the chair squeak loudly. "Sit, Lady." He said, motioning to a chair beside him. I rolled my eyes as I sat down reluctantly. He called out to one of the la
We arrived at the uncompleted building which the lady bartender had told us about, completely exhausted and tired. "Finally." I said, as I collapsed on the stony and dusty floor of the building. Garry, who had been quiet throughout our walk, sat down without saying anything. I stared at him sympathetically, I couldn't imagine how he was feeling at that moment. I really wanted to help him out, probably tell him that everything was going to be okay, but I couldn't because I doubted it myself. I couldn't see any possible way in which things would turn out fine for Garry; he had murdered someone in broad daylight with quite a number of spectators around. I sighed in frustration and untied the large scarf which the lady bartender had given to Garry and I. I laid the large scarf on the flo