OLIVIA
“Now you’re freaking me out. What is happening? Can you please say something? Your silence is eating me up, and I don’t find it funny,” Adrian panicked like a ten-year-old. He was getting fed up with my silence.
Where do I start explaining to Adrian? He would never understand even if I explained it to him a thousand times.
He was about to come closer to me when I pushed him away.
“Don’t come close,” I picked up an object to scare him away. I threatened to hurt him if he didn’t leave. I was slowly edging towards the exit door as though I wanted to escape.
“Okay, this is getting out of hand. I am not letting you do this In my house,” Adrian raged. He brought out his phone to dial some numbers.
“What are you doing?” I leaned forward and snatched the phone away from him.
I checked his call log and discovered that he was calling some doctor Escobar Alejandro.
“You calling a doctor?
What for?” I sparked outrageously. I knew what he wanted to do, but I needed to be certain before jumping to a conclusion.
“Give me back my phone,” he demanded, and I refused. He tried edging closer to me, intending to snatch the phone from me and I dodged him.
“There’s no way I’m letting you have this phone until you tell me the reason you are calling a doctor,” I clapped back at him. I held the phone firmly just to be certain he didn’t snatch it from me.
“You need help.
I don’t know what nightmare you had, but I’m telling you this because I like you. I don’t want something to go wrong,” Adrian spoke in a soft tone.
“Are you insinuating that I am going insane?” I flared up.
I was starting to accept that Adrian was right when he said I required help. Deep down, I knew I was losing it. I was just too ashamed to admit it.
“You know that’s not true. I just can’t explain how you went to bed last night in a happy, perfectly fine only to wake up this weird. If you were me, you would say the same thing,” Adrian buttressed. He gave me a thousand reasons I needed to seek help from a psychologist.
“I guess you are right,” I sat down gently on the bed and placed both hands on my jawline.
I had to drop the phone on the bed. There was no point holding on to it.
My situation was escalating into something beyond my control. The last thing I want for myself is to destroy Adrian’s mobile device.
“I had a terrible nightmare,” I took a step to narrate my ordeal. I wasn’t certain if it was a brilliant move, but I was hopeful that Adrian would be a bit helpful.
“You had a nightmare! Now I get it. It only makes sense to me now. Do you mind sharing?” He asked enthusiastically. He wrapped his hands around my shoulder to comfort me.
“No, I can’t,” I stood up and shook my head In disagreement.
“What do you mean you can’t?” Adrian stood up and followed me. He refused to give me breathing space to decide on my next move.
“It’s not as easy as it seems. I’m trying to forget. Don’t you get it? Telling you about it would only make me remember,” I explained to Adrian, hoping it would scare him away. I was wrong because he kept pushing forward to fetch the truth from me.
“I had a nightmare that Cyril sneaked into your home and murdered everyone. Are you happy now?” I finally bowed to pressure and told Adrian.
Immediately I told him, I felt free.
It felt like a giant tomb was rolled away from my heart.
I was expecting Adrian to react immediately. He didn’t. He just stood there glaring at me like a dummy.
“You’re not going to say anything? That’s what I thought,” I facepalm and frown at him. He just pretended like nothing happened.
I regretted ever telling Adrian. If I had known he was going to react nonchalantly, I would have kept it to myself. Now I feel so stupid. Adrian would think I’m hallucinating.
“That’s not it. I’m just a bit confused,” Adrian clarified. He gave me the hope that my sanity was still intact.
“How was it possible for Cyril to sneak in and murder everyone? Come on, that’s some silly jokes right there,” Adrian chuckled and mocked me.
“Oh, now you say I’m beginning to imagine things? How nice of you to say that to my face. Now leave. I want to be left alone,” I fumed at Adrian and asked him to leave.
“Are you practically kicking me out of my house?” He teased me. He still didn’t believe I was serious.
“Well, it’s my room, and I’m entitled to do whatever I wish. Now leave. Don’t make me repeat myself,” I spoke in a harsh tone.
I moved closer to him, forcing him to leave.
“Hey, stop.
I will leave. You don’t have to kick me out,” he protested and quietly walked away.
A few minutes after his departure, I started to realize that I made a mistake in kicking him out. All he ever wanted to do was to help me out.
I tried returning to sleep but failed. Each time I try to close my eyes, I imagine Cyril slitting a dagger down my throat.
“I can’t take this anymore,”
I mumbled and stepped outside.
Using the direction in the nightmare, I walked straight to Adrian’s room and found the door opened just like in the nightmare. The only thing missing was the bloodstained on the staircase.
I saw him having his bath with the door wide open. Immediately, he saw me inside his room; he dashed outside with a towel hanging around his waistline.
His body was tempting. Not even the thick towel could conceal his elongated penis. I salivated and imagined the penis Inside my mouth in a breathtaking live performance.
“I couldn’t get any sleep.
I thought I could come talk to you about it. I would have to leave,” I stuttered. I turned back to leave when I felt something piercing my butt.
I looked behind me and discovered it was Adrian’s penis responding to stimulus.
“Damn!” I licked my lips and took off the towel. With a move too fast, I pulled down my panties and bras and went straight to the bed, and spread my legs so wide, calling for Adrian to slot his elongated penis into my virgina like a Compact Disc.