Dark Past 2
809 Words
Dwayne rarely sleep so he decided to make a little research, while checking if Zella is okay
When he saw she was sleeping soundly he faced what he was doing.
He looked back to her face again, and he saw her lids moving.
She's starting to sweat too, and her body began shaking.
He witnessed this before.
She gets nightmares, and he knows what they're about.
He sat beside her as her shakiness got worse, and the sweat intensified.
Zella is getting an episode again, and it's worse since she's not in her usual environment.
She's not in her room, and this plays a big role in making it chronic.
She clutched the duvet sickingly tight, and her breathing went up.
"Zella" Dwayne called softly.
No response.
"Zella" he rubbed the shell of her ear, guiding her chin with the other hand.
No response, again.
He brought his hand down to her throat and caressed the lines with gentle, slow strokes.
"Zella Julie Johnson" he called her full name, and her eyes flew open, harsh breaths running out of her.
She sat up fast in bed, and her fearful, panicky eyes darted to him.
Maybe the nightmare blocked her vision or she actually can't see well at the moment to know it's actually him, but she climbed onto his laps as fast as possible, and her fuçking hot breaths fanned his neck as she wrapped her tiny arms on him and hugged him damn tight.
To her, this is still a nightmare. She's still dreaming.
Her body is shaking. No, she's actually shivering so bad, and the sweats even got worse.
Her eyes went tightly shut.
Her black painted nails digged into his back cos of the tightness, but he doesn't even feel it.
He threw his muscular arms around her too, the cherry smell of her hair wash intruding his nose immediately.
"Do you have any fuçking idea what you're doing right now, Barbie?" Dwayne's velvety voice sieved into her ear.
She stayed irresponsive for a while, then she made soft inaudible sounds before finally voicing out...
"Fûck yeah... I'm in Dwayne's arms" she whispered sleepily.
I hope you remember what you did, when you are sober tomorrow he said still holding her, after a while she slept off in his arm and he laid her on the bed
HALLWAY 1:30AM
Priya could not sleep and decided to walk around when she sighted Zade, and she walked up to him.
Hey Zade she called and he smiled automatically like his usual self
What's up, you're Priya right he asked
Yes I am, I heard Zella and Dwayne are both in the same room, Is Zella safe she asked worriedly
He won't hurt her Zade said seriously
I'm scared because the three of you are criminals.
"Touché" Hyce Zade said dramatically, and she giggled as he got a stash of weed out of his pocket.
He rolled one, lightened it and was about to start smoking when she took it from him and had a zap.
"Fûck, Priyà. You smoke?" Zade's eyes dazzled with mischief.
"I learnt the habit from Zella. Good night she replied, walking away.
"See ya around, smoke buddy!" He shouted after her, and she chuckled before entering her room.
Zade gave up on smoking then marched to his room too.
He's rooming with Jordan who's still up, trying to find Clues about Reggie like Dwayne requested.
Zade slid behind him and peeked at the laptop.
"Still no trace ?" He asked.
"Yup. There's no trace of the bastard " Jordan replied, halting his fingers on the laptop buttons.
"What do you mean? Don't you have his pictures?" Zade frowned.
"I have it , I don't even know how Dwayne got it, but the guy is hiding well, because he has not been found Jordan said and faced him.
"What the hell is ? That bastard?" Zade scoffed.
"Apparently, whoever we're dealing with is not playing. Jordan replied, stretching himself.
"That's...a no-brainer" Zade replied.
"Is Dwayne really spending the night in the same room with Zella? He has no plans, does he?" Zade said suspiciously.
"Are you scared for her?" Jordan tilted his head.
"You and Dwayne have the same level of madness in your systems" Zade hissed.
"Nah, Dwayne is on top" Jordan laughed, clicking on a p**n site.
The moment a video started playing and moans took over the room, Zade left him and got a bag of lollipop from beside the bed.
"That belongs to Dwayne, he never jokes with his lollipops" Jordan warned.
"Let him kill me tomorrow morning" Zade replied, taking five from the bag.
"I should probably start preparing for your funeral or check up the size of a wheelchair
Zade come check the wheelchair you love Jordan said and Zade gave him the middle finger before entering the bathroom
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