Lotus & Mr Werewolf

Lotus (3)

I hear my alarm but i can't reach it, i can barely move. I'm locked in like victim caught by an anaconda the more i struggle the tighter I'm pulled in.

I can smell him, his breath... i can feel it on my back, I'm sweating. It's so hot, he's so hot. For a moment I'm just glad he's okay , in my nightmare something attacked him trying to defend me and i was terrified and for a long time i just stood in that awful place unable to pray till it was too late.

"You're awake " his voice send shivers down my spine, his voice sounds extra raspy and extra deep. I want to answer but a squeek escapes my lips instead.

He lets go of me and groans loudly, i feel a breeze suddenly as i get up.

"What happened to you?" I reach out to check him but he swats my hand away painfully, he's bleeding through his gray pyjama top.

"I have no idea " he hisses lifting it and there are claw marks from his chest down to his torso then it hits me.

"Noooo that's not possible is it?"

"What?" He gets up and staggers on his feet i rush to him. "I'm fine"

"In my dream ..."

"Please tell me you did not dream of me being clawed by some strange creature"

"How did you know?"

He sat down on the bed and chuckled darkly.

"I have to go somewhere"

"Wait what? How did you know?"

"I had the same dream" he gets up and leaves me there with my mouth wide open.

At first i think I'm imagining it but nope a woman just about jumps inside the bedroom, she has long blonde hair and is furious, her tiny blue eyes are barely visible under her scrunched up forehead.

"This is the w***e you're hiding" she screams, her accent is strange.

"Lower your voice"

I try hard to fucus on what the girl is saying but I'm failing growing angrier by the second. I cry, yes of all things i could do i just cry, my head is pounding and i fall on my knees.

When i wake up Cabello is looking at me with a frown on his face, he wants to say something but he doesn't he just sighs his dimples showing.

"I'm sorry" i whisper, i really don't know what's happening maybe my ancestors are punishing me for being with this man i don't even know that well, i haven't prayed in a while i need to get the hell out of here.

"I seriously worry about your health, how have you stayed alive this long?"

"That's very offensive "

"No i am being serious, how have you gotten through life when you randomly just black out? How am i supposed to trust that you can go anywhere on your own?"

"Excuse me? All this started when i met you, for all i know you could be the one making me sick" i screamed, I'm not going to cry, I'm not going to cry.

He did not even reply he just went to the bathroom and came back to tell me to go bath. i went. Angrily.

"Can we talk" i sit on the bed unable to really look at him where he sits on that kinda cute chair. The room is quite dark but its not so bad looking in the day time, the mat for one feels amazing on my feet, so soft...

"Are you going to say something or are you just going to smile at the rug?"

"What?" I look up at him and he has that look ... that annoying look that i don't understand.

"You need to eat "

"Yeah but listen wee need to talk, I'm confused... I've never had a dream like that before where other people get hurt"

"You usually get hurt?"

"That's not the point" What is it with him? I'm worried about what happened and he's distracting me. "How did you get hurt? How did you get in my dream?"

"Do not worry about me, I'm perfectly fine "

I know he's not fine, i can feel it he's lying.

"Fine then i wanna go home, i lied to my supervisor and said i have diarrhoea so i want to make sure i make it tommorrow"

He frowns and looks away.

"I will have Lucas take you home. i have somewhere to be anyway"

He gets up and gathers my things, i see him flinch more than once. But i just decide not to say anything. His sweats are too big but they are comfy and warm so I'm not taking them off unless he orders me to.

We are quiet in the elevator and it finally opens to the grandest space I've ever seen in my life, the cieling is so high and there are different chubby angels painted on it, it's like a little story highlighted with gold, the faces of the people are notclear but you can tell it's a boy and a girl and they are in love and it's so cute...

My thoughts stop abrubtly when I'm pulled by my hand, i didn't realize i had stopped walki, people are staring. They all look so... so rich even the guy behind the large white marble desk that must be the reception.

I wait for a snide remark but it never comes.