My eyes snap open, and I stare up at the ceiling of my childhood bedroom as I blink away the remnants of my dream, the dream of a time that I’ve tried so hard to supress, one of many memories buried in the deep recesses of my mind.
I don’t know why I’m dreaming about Ryker, I said my piece at the party, he’s no longer occupying any part of my life conscious or subconscious.
Well, that’s obviously a lie, my mind murmurs cruelly.
‘Shut up’ I grumble to myself bitterly, as I throw back my blankets and sit up, rubbing a hand down my face as the door to my room slams against my wall seconds before a small body lands across my back, arms wrapping around my neck.
‘Holy f***k’ I growl as I’m shoved forward slightly from the cannon ball’s momentum.
‘Ooooo you said a bad word Uncle Li’ my nephe
