The Dream
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This is weird.
This is really weird.
I’m standing in the middle of a throne room made of crystal. There are a lot of dead bodies on the floor. There’s a survivor! A little girl in a pretty white dress pleads to me while trying to get up.
“H-help me...” she pleads to me. She tries to reach me but I back off in fear.
The little girl has long straight hair like mine, big blue eyes like mine... Oh no... She’s me!
“H-help me...”
No... This is not happening...
The dead bodies try to get up too and walk towards me.
“Help us...”
“Please, Princess... Help us...”
They are closing in on me, their rotting hands around me...
“Help...”
No...
You’re not real. This is not real!
No...
“NO!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs and I get up as if someone pulled me forward. I gasp for air, sobbing hard.
What the hell was that?
“Hey,” someone said and I turn to look. I saw Drue closing the door behind him as he enters. He’s wearing nothing but his pants and he’s carrying a basin in his hand. “W-what...”
“You had a bad dream,” he said unfazed as he walks toward me and put the basin on the bedside table.
A dream.
A terrible dream.
That’s what it was? But it felt so real...
“Here.” Drue drops a wet towel on top of my head. “Stop crying and wipe yourself with that, you stink.”
After that he goes out of the door again and did not came back until I calmed down.
I’ve never had a dream like that before...
“Where am I?” I ask him as he hands me a tall glass of water.
“You’re in my room,” Drue said in a matter-of-fact tone as he drops to a chair near my bed. “And that’s my bed.”
“W-what?” I exclaim in shock. “What am I doing here? What did you do to me? Why are you naked? You r***d me, didn’t you! You r***d me!”
“Oh, shut the hell up,” Drue said, scowling. “I’ll never r**e you, you dimwit. I won’t even touch you with a ten-foot pole.”
That shut me up big time.
“I saved you from those men in Emeryl that tried to r**e you.” His words felt like ice-cold water running down my back. Slowly, I remember what happened before I passed out. “I can’t believe you’ll actually followed me there.”
I can feel my cheeks burn. “H-how long have you known about the device?”
“All this time.”
“What? Why didn’t you destroy it at once?”
“I have nothing to hide. Besides, I wanted to see what you’re up to.” Drue sneered at me again.
Why do I have this feeling that that smile is reserved just for me?
And I’m not a bit flattered.
“What do you think you’re doing, anyway?” He walked towards his closet and put on whatever he grabbed. It was a gray long-sleeved shirt with a boat neckline. “Why do you keep following me around?”
“Just because!” I answer immediately.
Drue’s smoldering gaze burns into me but said nothing. He just stared at me until I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“Fine! I thought you’re the Emerald City Killer,” I blurted out finally. I press a button on my watch. It activates my homing device. The security at home will notice it. If he really is the killer, he will get caught. I just hope they won’t be too late.
I expected the dead silence, but definitely not the laughter that follows it. I dart my eyes towards him and there he really is, laughing so hard he almost rolls on the floor.
“Really, peanut?” He said finally. “A killer? People always told me I’m a lady-killer... But not literally.”
“Anyway, there’re people here waiting for you,” Drue said, opening the door of his room. “I already called your mother and boy, is she angry.”
I’m speechless. He didn’t—
I jump off his bed and get out of the room expecting my mum, but all I see are my four bodyguards.
“Miss Raine, your mother is waiting for you at the Manor,” the leader of my bodyguards said seriously to me, then turns to Drue. “Thank you for taking care of our mistress, Mr Drue.”
“No prob,” Drue answers, nodding at them. “But next time, don’t let her out of your sight. And you,” he turns to me, giving me a sly smirk. “Stop following me.”
We left Drue’s apartment immediately, and we came home to receive my mother’s wrath. I was grounded for a month and we fired the bodyguards. The next day, the police put away the Emerald City Killer, thanks to Ashkova, the vigilante-s***h-crime-fighting heroine of the city, who delivered the man to the police station. My mother did not hire bodyguards again.
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