ENTANGLED

PART 5

I was glad that when during dinner my parents seemed ok. They were looking at each other weirdly which I totally ignored. Joan was still mad at me and I couldn't blame her. I mean she was the last born and she never gave my parents any problems.

After dinner I decided to help clear the table and clean the dish I headed to Joan's room whom was now soundly asleep.

"It's all fine sis, I have make everything right' I said to her sleeping.

Early the next morning I was the first to wake up and by the time they did, break first was ready.

"Wow! Is there a feast or are we going out on a picnic?" exclaimed my dad happily.

He was wearing a navy blue Armani Suit, a peach shirt and a flowery tie. To complete the look he had dark brown Cacatua boots. I had to admit he had style but then again you would expect nothing from the husband of a 'fashionista'

I only smiled when he kissed me on my forehead. When he sat down I handed him the newspaper with a dramatic bow as if I were serving the king.

"Mmhhh smells yummy" my mom waltzed in the dining area like a runway model. She was wearing a long sleeve floral silk blouse, peach flared pants and red kitten heels.

Her hair was held in a tight bun, like always she was slaying it. You could never tell that her firstborn was in university.

"Morning sweetie," she kissed me on the cheek and sat down gracefully.

"By the way I love the idea of the picnic, it's been long since we went out as a family." My mom said looking at my dad which he smiled at her.

"Mmhh" Joan cleared her throat staring at mom.

"What's the occasion and why are you dressed like the chef?" I just grinned at her.

"Wait! She made this food?" she asked and they all nodded.

"Are you sure it isn't poisoned? Am too young to die" she mocked me happily serving herself my so called 'poisoned' food.

How I ironic.

"You can't blame me the last time she cooked she used red pepper instead of green pepper;" she made a face remembering that day. I stuck my tongue out at her in a childish way.

" Okay, enough chit chatting let's pray" said my dad as we all held each other's hand around the table

"Father, thank you for the air, thank you for the happy family and most of all thank you for the food, bless it in Jesus name"

"Amen"

"Mmmh, it's yummy thank goodness now we won't have to worry about your future husband" my dad added again making me frown. Everyone busted out laughing and I ended up joining them.

Something that I have learnt from my family was that we have control over one thing, our smile. All the events that were happening to me, made me forget the words of that crazy psychic words and the nightmares.

Although something was strange, I felt like I was going to miss this moment, this happiness. I felt like I was going to miss laughing and teasing I don't know why I tried to brush it aside but I just couldn't

It was like the calm before a storm

***

Every night I went to sleep I kept on dreaming about the same person, the one from my previous dream who saved me from my nightmares. He really was handsome and had no boyish look but a mature one. His eyes were the most beautiful eyes that I had ever seen.

"You seem happy today" he said in his deep voice that always made my heart flatter "No more nightmares today?" He asked.

"yes, no more nightmares" I said slowly.

"I can see your eyes clearly now, no more eye bags" he said again and I chuckled nervously.

"That was embarrassing" I blushed.

"No, actually you looked cute"

"What? You think so? Then maybe I should be sleeping often to get a 'you look cute complement" I teased as we both laughed.

"But seriously you look happy, any special occasion?"

"Am just happy, no more nightmares only happiness" I answered

" I don't believe there is anything like forever" he said calmly. Before I could speak my eyes opened. It was 11 wow! I couldn't believe I overslept. The house was silent and no sign of anyone.

"Mom! Dad! Joan! Silent, then I heard the boy's voice again.

"Told you, there is nothing like forever. A dark cloud descended on the house sweeping everything and suddenly I was in a vast field. There were whispers everywhere.

"No forever, no forever!" I tried to shut off the voices but they only became louder. I gasped and open my eyes again.

I breathe heavily looking around my room it was 6:30am. A dream in a dream again? I sigh heavily. I went down stairs only to find Joan at the kitchen drinking water.

"Joan? Is this you this early?" I asked looking shocked; she wasn't the kind to wake up early.

"I couldn't sleep" she answered slowly.

"why couldn't you sleep?"

"I had a nightmare about you"

"About me?"

"Yes, something took you away from us, you won't leave us right?"

What the hell with?

I went and and hugged her tightly. This was all my fault, my stupidity was also affecting little Joan?

"No, I will never leave you Jojo, there is nothing that will ever take me away from you, okay!" I whispered fiercely.

I don't know if I was trying to convince her or myself. I promised myself not to tell anyone about the dreams I had henceforth. No matter how terrifying they would be.

"Come let's get you back to bed luckily there's no school today" I held her hand and took her back to her room.

***

When I went to sleep twilight came again.

"Why are you here? Just go away." I turned and he was in front of me."

"You don't want to get rid of me princess" immediately he called me that I remembered Joan and her nightmare,

"Do you have anything to do with my sister's dream?" I asked when he didn't say anything I knew he was involved. "Joan got involved" I lashed at him.

"it wasn't me. Am only here because you want me to, you can't hold me accountable for everyone's dream or nightmares"

"You know nothing about me!" I lashed again "Just go and don't ever show up again in front of me"

"Are you sure?" he asked and before I could answer he had disappeared. I know more that you could think, I looked around but nobody was anywhere to be seen.

That night I dreamt of darkness engulfing me, drowning me and I couldn't breathe properly. When I tried to run I kept on falling and falling I was all bruised and I started to scream.

I woke up and I was sweating all over and shaking at the same time. When I calmed down I looked at the clock and it was three am.

The witching hour!