Chapter 6

Zoey's POV

Dreams.

There are different types of them. First, you have those sweet and adorable ones, where you dream about meeting your prince charming, falling in love, getting married to the love of your life, and having an endless supply of cookies and cream ice cream. Yes, those are kind of dreams you wish that will come true. Then, you have those crazy kind of dreams. You becoming the next teen idol, you being chased around by unicorns and living in the world chocolate. Pretty sweet, huh? Haha just you wait. Next, you have the nightmares. They are the ones which haunt you every night once you drift into the tantalizing world of dreams. The images in the nightmares are usually surreal, yet they leaves you trembling in fear. They either reminds you of what has happened tragically in the past, or they give you a warning of what's likely going to happen in the future. You can't get rid of them. You're stuck with them.

I curl myself into a ball in the corner of my room. My grip on the pillow tighten. A silent scream erupt from the back of my throat. All my fear, sorrow and frustration melt into the scream. I finally break down into sporadic chains of sobs and sniffles. Call me a wimp, but I'm actually terrified of those nightmares which plague me every now and then. They all seem genuine, like, you could literally feel how hurtful it is to have the person you love to leave you.

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I wake up with a headache and puffy eyes. My eyes are bloodshot and all in all, I look like shit. My hair is all over the place, waiting to be tamed. With my arms tightly wrap around the pillow I have with me last night, I drag my lifeless body into the bathroom, to freshen myself up a little.

And suddenly, my doorbell just rang.

I wasn't expecting any guest so I didn't even bother to change out of my minnie mouse pajamas. I open the door and yes, guess who?

Chris waltz through my door, into my house like it's nobody's business.

"Zoeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy." he holler out as he plop down on the couch. He spare a tiny glance at me.

"What." I cross my arms.

"You look like shit."

"Aww thanks. You're so sweet." That bastard. He doesn't have to spell it out. My day didn't exactly started out well in the first place. I turn away and walk off.

"Hey hey." Chris grabs my forearm gently, stopping me from advancing. "What?" I ask rudely. I definitely do not need another round of tell-me-how-ugly-I-look-right-now. "Is something wrong?" he surprises me with his tender voice and question. Those eyes that stare at me can literally make me fangirl. Not that kind of 'oh my holy shit that's harry styles' fangirl, but that kind of 'OH MY HOLY SHIT HARRY STYLES WINKED AT ME WE'RE GETTING MARRIED' fangirl.

Well damn. Is this considered haphazard to my mental health?

"Meh. Nothing's wrong. Everything's peachy." Chris looks at me skeptically before shrugging. I definitely do not need him to listen to my life story now. He stalks off with a frown and instantly, I feel guilty. Oh well, I'll deal with him later.

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"Chris let's gooooooooooo," I drag him by his arm but he just won't budge. It's like I'm dragging a piece of rock.

"Where to?" he responded with an annoyed look. He continues to stare at the television screen. Gahh just how frustrating he is.

"Can we please please please please just get out of the house? Please?"

"I don't see why I should." okay now he is really getting on my nerves.

"And I don't see why you should not." I argued back through gritted teeth.

"Well you tell me. Why should I?" he stands up. Now that he's towering at least 10 feets above me, More or less, I could feel my own prowess draining out. Unconsciously, I took a step back. Chris still has a look of displeasure on his face.

"Tell me. Go on, say it. " he takes a step towards me. Oh hell naw, is he pissed at me?

I take a step back again.

And he steps forward.

"Firstly, you get to spend time with me." a step back.

His lips curves into a slight smirk. "Go on." a step forward.

"Um. It's always fun to spend time with me?" a giant step back.

"Debatable." a giant step forward.

"Come on, it'll be fun?" I replied awkwardly, taking a step back. My back hits the door making him break into a full smirk. Oh shit.

"It really depends on what we'll be doing together, babe." He leans in closer to me, leaving only an inch of space between our bodies. I freeze and stare at him wide-eyed. Our noses are almost touching. My breathing hitch. My heart is pounding against my rib cage. Hard and fast. I stare into his shimmering blue eyes. His eyes hold something I could not decipher. I find myself leaning towards him involuntarily. Is he going to kiss me? The distance between us is dangerously close. Just a little movement, and our lips will meet.

And of course. Zoey Summers being Zoey Summers, my senses decide to divert my attention from Chris, to a spider on the wall at the side. My fear of arachnids instantaneously kicks in. Realization dawned on me and before I can contain myself. I scream. I scream like a helpless fangirl, not that I'm a fangirl of the spider of course. Chris lets go of my waist and saves his ear drums by covering his ears up.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he groaned, glaring at me.

"There's a spider on the wall okay!" I cried out. How can a girl not be scared of spiders? I mean they are scary and all those bad adjectives you can think of, one way or another. Chris looks at me, with that 'are you fucking serious' expression on his face. I raise my eyebrows at him, but changes my mind after that. I pout my bottom lip and put on my most ever innocent puppy eyes, pleading him to please get rid the spider.

"Pleaseeeeee. Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease."

"And what will I get from killing that spider?" Is he seriously going to talk about this? And so, without much thinking, I blurt out something.

"Eeesh you frustrating human. I'll do anything, okay?" Chris smirked at my answer. "Anything?" he press on. The glint in his eyes tells me that I should be regretting my decision already, but my stupid brain convinces me that nothing can possibly go wrong with Chris.

"Yes, anything."

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I have no clue what was going through my mind when I told Chris I'll do anything for him to get rid of that spider. Was my brain like out cold or something? Maybe it was under some hypnosis by a random guy on the streets. I don't even want to know.

Currently, I'm being dragged to the other side of the town by force. He claims that he has a 'pleasant surprise' planned just for me. Oh don't I feel special yet again. There's bars and nightclubs every where in this particular part of the town. I never had enough courage in the past years to ever come to this part of the town. Part of the reason being, I was always told by my mother that this area inhabits a lot of hobos. I force a lump of air down my throat as my gaze lingers at one of the old and dilapidated alley. It somehow sends chills down my spine.

"Come on, we don't have all day." Chris wraps his fingers around my hand and brings me to one of the bars at the roadside. The bouncer standing at the entrance acknowledges Chris with a small smile and a nod. Chris returns it and gives the bouncer a pat on his shoulder. He mouths something to Chris, which cause Chris to grin a little.

After we are in the bar, Chris pulls me close to his side. He brings his mouth down to my ear, and whispers, "Please stay by my side, yeah?" I just stare into the space in front of me blankly and nod, I wasn't exactly prepared for the proximity.

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"When did you lost your v-card?" I question Chris. We are playing 20 questions. The question somehow came into my mind. He raises an eyebrow at me before gulping down a shot of vodka. "Not answering." I pout and wait on for his next question.

"Why were you so-" Chris was interrupted by a commotion at the other side of the bar. Two guys are shooting profanities in each others' face. One of them is very tall and built, the other guy seems to be a little shorter. They are having an intense stare off. I am actually interested in what would happen next, but Chris grabs me by my forearm, and pulls me out of the bar quickly.

"Why are we outside?" immediately when we step foot out of the bar, I ask him.

"You'll see." and right after he finishes his sentence, gunshots are fired and I cringe away, clinging onto Chris tightly.

"Let's go." He gives me a small hug, before interlacing our fingers together.

And we ran off.