The Boy In The Other Dimension

An Introduction

Staring at the ceiling I can't get the voice I heard through my headphones out of my mind. The words "all I wanted was some music" play over and over again in my head. After the voice cut off I checked my call log to see who it could've been, but the only people I had received calls from lately were Brian, Dylan, or my parents. I checked the log over and over again, trying to refresh it, but there was nothing new. The good news was that the voice sounded like it wanted nothing to do with me so I didn't think it was someone trying to hack into my phone, but the bad news was I had no idea who that was or how we heard each other in the first place. 

I roll over and look at the alarm clock sitting on my nightstand, it reads 3 a.m., I've been laying here for hours. I roll back over and pick up my phone, checking my messages. Still no texts from Dylan. Sighing, I toss the phone away from me. I didn't tell Dylan or Brian about the voice that I heard, they would probably think I was losing it. 

Sitting up on the bed I swing my legs over and head down to the kitchen. I realized earlier that I hadn't eaten anything today, even though I didn't feel hungry I probably needed something in my system so I didn't pass out.

Opening the fridge I grab a protein shake when I suddenly hear a loud knock at the door. I freeze, nobody should be here at this time in the night. Sneaking over to a window I peak out, trying to be as quiet as possible. A shadow of a man is hunched over, head rested on the door. Letting my eyes adjust for a moment, I realize that its Dylan. Letting out a sigh of relief I unlock the door and pull it open. Dylan falls forward and stumbles inside, reeking of alcohol.

"What're you doing here?" I ask, shutting the door behind him. He clumsily makes his way to the living room and flops down on the couch.

"Isn't it obvious? I wanted to see you." He slurs, propping his feet up on my ottoman. I roll my eyes and make my way over to him, taking a seat in the chair facing him.

"How much did you drink?" I ask him concerned. He just shrugs, shutting his eyes and leaning his head back. I sigh again, getting up from my seat and heading back to my room.

"I'm going back to bed." I tell him as I leave. His head perks up and he tries to stand.

"I'm coming too." He tells me, stumbling my way. 

"Wouldn't you rather sleep on the couch?" I ask him carefully. His face turns into a scowl and I immediately regret what I said. 

"Why would I rather sleep on the couch?" He asks in a threatening tone. I shrink down and look to the floor, not wanting to meet his gaze.

"I don't know." I mumble pathetically, knowing that this most certainly will turn into a fight if he works himself up. He pulls my chin up aggressively, making my eyes meet his.

"Is there someone here?" He asks me, his voice turning dark and menacing. I shake my head.

"No of course not." I tell him honestly. He huffs and releases my chin, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to my room.

"Lets take a look then, shall we?" He hisses through his teeth. Now I've done it, I really pissed him off. 

"Dylan please, you're hurting me, please let go. You can sleep with me, I'm sorry." I plead with him, his grip only gets tighter around my wrist as he pulls me. Throwing me in the room he begins to look around, behind my door, in my closet, everywhere. 

After not finding anything he sighs and takes a seat on the corner of my bed, resting his head in his hands. I stand in the corner, arms wrapped around myself. That was the first time he had ever put his hands on me in an aggressive manner, that terrified me. 

After a moment of silence he looks up at me, his chin resting in his hands. His eyes are void of emotion as he stares me down, causing me to look away.

"Come here." He mumbles commandingly. I look up and meet his gaze, but I don't move from my corner. After a moment he stands and crosses his arms.

"Come. Here." He commands me, more aggressive than before. Not wanting to cause any more trouble I slowly make my way towards him. He sits back down and pulls me into his lap, resting his chin on my shoulder and begins to stroke my hair.

"You know I love you, right?" He whispers into my ear. His words aren't filled with any sort of affection, instead it sounds possessive, like he's threatening me. I nod my head.

"You aren't going to say it back?" He asks in an ominous tone. 

"I love you too." I mumble, not wanting to look at him. I can see him smile out of the corner of my eye, but it is not a kind smile.

"Good" he whispers, "because you know if you ever cheat on me or embarrass me, I can and will ruin your whole career." His statement sends a shiver down my spine and my heart races out of fear. I can only nod and force a small smile on my face as I look at him. He kisses me on my cheek and shifts me off of him and onto the bed. Getting up he begins to strip down and climbs into bed next to me. 

"Alright, time for sleep." He tells me, back to his normal self. Getting under the covers he rolls away from me and settles in. 

"Ok," I whisper to him, "I'm going to use the bathroom, I'll be right back." He groans at me, letting me know he's close to falling asleep already. I get up and head down the hall to the guest bathroom, making sure I'm far enough away so he can't hear me.

I shut the door quietly behind me and sink to the floor, letting myself process what just happened. I begin to shake violently and the hot tears begin to stream down my face. Covering my mouth, I try to be as quiet as possible as I sob into my hands. The only thoughts going through my head at the moment are the thoughts of my family. In this moment I desperately wanted to go home. 

I don't know how long I sat there, but it was enough time to completely run out of tears. Getting up I wipe my face dry with the backs of my hands  and turn the sink on to splash some cold water on my face before heading back into my room where I hear Dylan softly snoring. Crawling into bed I lay as far away from him as possible, not wanting to touch him. Not realizing how exhausted I was I drift quickly into a deep, dreamless sleep.

***

My eyes shoot open, quickly leaning up on my bed and looking at the alarm. It reads 2 p.m. and I groan before falling back on my pillows. I slept the prime of the day away, all thanks to Dylan and that voice I heard yesterday. 

The memories of last night suddenly flood my mind and I roll over to where Dylan was sleeping to find him gone. Figures. I let out a sigh of relief and get up to head to the kitchen. Hearing a noise as I walk down the hall I decide to call out, just in case it is Dylan.

"Hello?" I yell. Something drops to the floor followed by soft cursing.

"It's Brian." The voice calls back, sounding halfway annoyed. I sigh and continue into the kitchen, finding Brian sitting at my table on his laptop, eating an apple.

"What're you doing here?" I ask him, not trying to hide the irritation in my voice. He looks up to me, eyes widening as he looks at my face.

"Woah," he exclaims," you look like shit." He tells me bluntly before turning his attention back to his laptop.

"Wow, thanks." I say sarcastically as I take a seat across from him. 

"You and Dylan get into a fight?" He asks, taking a bite of his apple. I shake my head.

"I don't want to talk about it." I mumble, resting my head in my hands.

"Whatever," he says as he types, "as long as I don't have to do damage control." I scoff and get up from my chair, heading to the fridge. 

"So, why are you here?" I ask, growing more irritated by the second. I pull out some strawberries and begin to snack on them as Brian finishes what he's typing. 

"I booked you for a beauty commercial next week." He tells me in a monotone voice. 

"Ok, but why are you here? You couldn't text me that?" I ask him, trying not to sound too rude. He shuts his laptop and gets up from his seat before looking me in the eyes.

"I'm here to make sure you know not to mess this up. This is going to be the biggest shoot of your career, so please take this seriously. I don't want any drama or scandal to pop up before OR after this shoot." He lectures me. Confused as to why he's making this such a big deal I think for a minute before it hits me.

"Dylan told you that he thinks I'm cheating on him, didn't he?" I ask him angrily. Brian sighs and begins to pack up his stuff. 

"Just don't do anything stupid." He tells me as he heads to my front door. I stomp after him, wanting a straightforward answer.

"You know he's acting crazy right?" I yell at him. Brian opens the door and begins to head out.

"Just make sure you don't give him any reason to think that and everything will be fine." He calls behind him as he walks to his car. With my mouth open in disbelief I slam the front door behind him and walk back into the kitchen and begin pacing. Not being able to contain it anymore I let out a frustrated, bloodcurdling scream before stomping back to my room. 

Whenever I had first met Dylan, I never thought everything would end up like this. I met him at a party in my hometown, he was visiting a friend and I caught his eye as soon as I walked in. He introduced himself and I immediately knew who he was, having seen him on a show I was invested in at the time. After that we spent every moment we had free together for the remaining time he was there. He was charismatic, kind, funny, extremely handsome, and older than me. When it was time for him to leave he offered to try and help me out, telling me he would get me in contact with his manager for a modeling career. Of course I was thrilled to hear this and before I knew it I was flying out to L.A. every other week, quickly becoming one of the top models out there.

 I was perfectly content flying back and forth and staying with Dylan while I was there, but after a few months he suggested that I move out there, claiming it would better my career if I was closer to everything. At first I was all for it, thinking that I would have my loving boyfriend there for me while I was working, as well as thinking that I could make some new friends in the process. My parents of course were hesitant but there wasn't much they could say since I was 18. 

I quickly found a house and moved in, leaving my old life behind so I could do something better for myself. Gradually as the days went by, I saw a new side to Dylan. He was becoming controlling, possessive, and at times cruel. He wouldn't introduce me to his friends, and whenever I tried making friends of my own he would claim that I was going to replace him or cheat on him. Eventually, I gave up, and decided for now to just work on my career. Now here I am, angry and depressed with an asshole of a manager and a boyfriend who has begun to scare me. 

I pick up the headphones that I had previously thrown across my room, maybe music was the thing I needed to calm myself down. I sprawl myself across my bed and plug in the headphones when I stop. Maybe, just maybe the voice is still there. 

Hesitantly I put in a headphone and sit in silence for a moment, hearing nothing. I sigh, reaching to take my headphone out before I hear a voice.

"Hello?" The deep voice asks, giving me goosebumps. 

"You're here." I say breathless, shocked that I could hear him again. 

"Uh, yea..." He says, trailing off. A silence takes over, one of us waiting for the other to say something.

"So," I begin, "who are you?" I ask hesitantly. 

"I could ask you the same question." He says in an accusing tone. My brow furrows, unsure if he actually doesn't know who I am or if he's lying. 

"My name is Charlie," I told him, making sure to leave out my last name just in case, " what's yours?" I ask. There is a hesitant pause before he decides to tell me.

"Damion."