written in blood

wet dream

CHAPTER 4 LYDIA

“harder...ahh” I moaned shamelessly as I was being smashed from behind, he slapped his big palm over my lips whispering into my ear sweet nothings. I jerked awake

I pulled the duvet aside to make sure I was still wearing my underwear, thank god I was—although they were soaked. Including the sheets.

“what kind of dream was that, how could I be so shameless” I scream into the pillows…I pick my phone off of the night stand and put the phone to my ear

” Kat, um I had a dream…” maybe I should keep it to myself...

“is that why you called at 3 in the morning??!” she is pissed…

Oh, f**k here it goes.

“it wasasexdream” my words came out incoherent

“what?”

“I know you heard me” I roll my eyes.

“my baby is finally growing up” wipes imaginary tears

“what does it mean?” I’m curious I’ve never had a dream this real like and especially not with a stranger

“it just means you need to get laid, f****d, SCREWED”

“SURE” now that I think about it being a virgin for this long just makes me sound boring…which I can’t argue with plus what’s the harm in trying new things

“I’m telling you__WHAT you said yes?” I could clearly imagine her grinning from ear to ear

She hangs up immediately…. I look around the room, as always. EMPTY who knew being jobless could be this exhausting. Well since I quit all my jobs in a fit of anger I think I have to go find a new one, a REAL one this time, I spend hours perfecting my cv. only to I realize don’t know where to start from, I look through the internet and see the perfect one, DEIRA GROUP. it has branches all over Asia, and lucky for me they just established a new one. now I just pray I’m perfect for them. I rummage through Kats expensive wardrobe did I mention she has a great fashion sense, HA found it a simple white button-down shirt with a pencil skirt and black heels. That screamed PROFESSIONAL.

“perfect” I walk down to the lobby

It takes 30minutes since its rush hour there’s heavy traffic, I finally arrive the building looks more intimidating than the picture a 50-floor skyscraper. Are they sure they just built this place?

And thank god I didn’t wear any of my own clothes although they were decent they can’t compare to what everyone here is wearing, they are all dressed in designer clothes like runway models.

Sigh. I look down at my clothes…they now look too SIMPLE.

I walk to the receptionist desk, I expected to wait for an hour or be told to come the next day, but she immediately leads me up to the top floor.

“oh god…WOW” the doors to the CEO’S office are pushed open….

“miss blackwood close the door behind you” a deep soothing voice echoed

Clyde??...I mean that guy. I take deep breathes. It’s nothing big just my crush slashes a stranger I had a hot dream about. I laugh nervously

“could you care to tell me what’s so funny miss black wood”

“nothing., sir” he eyes me his gaze falling to my necklace

His gaze raises from his desk and meets mine. His eyes there was something about those red orbs that kept pulling me in…

“MATE.MATE” the voice echoed in my head,

I ignore it and go ahead to hand over my cv. The small brush of our fingers sends shivers down my spine-a small flash of my nasty dream flashes through my eye tainting my cheeks red.

“CLYDE” that strange raspy voice echoes in my head—I look between the two of them curios to see if they can hear it too. Sigh, thankfully they didn’t seem to hear it

“MR. Clyde---” what a slip of the tongue¬--…. well not technically a slip of the tongue…I don’t know…

“HOW do you know my name miss-” I cut him off earning an eyebrow raise.

“it’s on your desk…” cough cough

Well apart from that the interview went surprisingly well, one thing was weird though he didn’t even look at my CV.

I slump on my couch, Kats laptop placed on the coffee table—I immediately move it off—Kat cherishes everything in this house, although I found it extremely odd she never. EVER. Visited this lavish place. Hmph what a total waste of resources. I defiantly place it back. Well Kat isn’t here.

I search up that weird thing, that was written on that box—my eyes instinctively move to the crimson pendant on the dresser at the farther part of the room. That—thing seriously creeped me out—maybe it was the time it glowed like the freakin sun, or maybe?—because I only started hearing this weird voice in my head the moment I put it on—I hurriedly type out and click search.my mouth falls agape—this isn’t real, or—I laugh of how stupid I was to actually believe that, this just proves the internet is a fraud.

I log out, crawl on the king sized—most comfortable—bed in the world and drift off to sleep.

“baby hurry we are gonna be late” the blurry silhouette I remember as my mom said as I downed the glass of milk in front of me. “ok, lets go” I jumped off my tiny chair and walked towards her. My gaze drifted to my dad when I heard him bellow a “what?!” into the landline. My mom rushing towards him as if she knew what had happened…. I don’t know what happened next but I remember her crying for hours and him sitting face buried in his palm, I loved my parents and hate seeing either of them sad, I drew a picture of all of us my teacher always praised me for being the best at drawing. I handed it to them waiting for their perfect smiles to appear again—but all I got was a scoff from my dad which made me want to cry my eyes out too—but mom took it gave a wonderful warm smile cheering me up, in seconds she tears the painting to shreds. And that smile left as soon as it came.

I take in a sharp gasp—yes again. I walk to the kitchen and down a glass of milk—the iron liquid burned with a bitter taste in my mouth. I pour it down the sink and look at the carton—bloody rescue; Viera—I raised my eyebrows I think I half expected Transylvania. But the actually question is why does cat have blood in her fridge. And where is Viera