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I don't have nightmares.

That is the first thing I remember when I wake up as I stare at the ceiling.

My mind felt blank....

Because there was only one thought that hovered all around it.

Green eyes.

His Cherub face...

The star birthmark...

He was too perfect.

Except in his switching of personalities of course, maybe he had some twin brother that I was not aware of but even at that there was the him believing I was 'His'

Like I was a property.

And I was not comfortable with the thought.

Sighing I sit up, and look out the window, seeing a butterfly fluttering outside on the glass... Which was surprising because we barely saw them here in Winter Lake, as it was always snowing all year round.

As I keep on staring in awe, still surprised, I notice it's completely black and white.....

Just like in my dreams.

I am quickly off the bed and dashing to my window screen as the butterfly keeps hovering around it like it wanted me to open it up and let it come in.

But I do not, I am still mesmerized, wondering how possible it was that it could be here, on my window, until I notice that on both sides of the butterflies wings are eyes....

Green eyes....

I still stare, wondering how that's even possible before I look up to the house infront of me...

And he's there, at his window.

His face in a deep frown, as if he is calculating, pissed about the fact that I had seen him standing there.

Goosebumps rise up my skin again and I am drawing the blinds of my curtains shut as I move away from it before I hear the door open and Pops walks in "And I think its so cute...."

Then his eyes are on me, probably confused to see me up so early, even though I had been doing exactly that lately, my hair wild and strangly all over my face with me panting.

He walks up to me in a flash, cupping my cheeks "Are you okay?"

I nod hurriedly "I just...."

His eyes goes to the window then me "You don't want the light?"

"He's staring at me" I say.

"Who?"

"Him" I stutter, my hand is already shaking and my body johns in but before I can continue to explain, Pops has me wrapped around his arms as he rubs my back and mumble sweet nothings into my ear.

I can smell his aftershave, which oddly calms me down after a while.

When he is sure I am not hyperventilating anymore, he pulls me out of his grasp and says "So you want to go back to rehab?"

The words seen to slap me out the oxygen in me as I involuntarily choke and move back "How... How can you say that?"

"I just... I am worried, you know" He says, pain filling his eyes, he takes a hand in his hair and then puts them both on his hips "When I leave or come in the night to check on you, you're shrieking or screaming in your dreams... Do you know what it does to me? Knowing that my daughter is in pain and all I can do is watch? And when I ask you how your night was, you say it was okay, but you are walking around like a zombie, filling yourself up with coffee by three am in the morning"

"There's nothing wrong with me" I mumble "I am not crazy"

But it's like he doesn't hear me because he continues "And you're jumping at everything, shadows even, saying that he is seeing you..."

"Because he is!" I snap "He's... He's in my dreams... He's staring at me... He's everywhere.... It's driving me insane Pops.... And... And he was looking at me through the windows"

Pops sighs "I always close your windows before you sleep"

"Well it was open and i could goddamn see him staring at me!" I snap making him suddenly shut his eyes.

"When was he staring at you?" He asks.

"Just now" I say "Like some minutes again"

"Liliana" He says, his voice low as he speaks slowly "He's been downstairs for an hour now, waiting for you to wake up"

Once again, I feel the air in me being knocked out as I suddenly move back and hold unto my study table as I say "That's... that's impossible"

My brain begins to rack about how he could have moved so quickly from wherever he was, to my house...

Then my brain registers another thing.

He is in my house.

"I want him out!" I suddenly tell, making Pops even jerk "There's something wrong about him! I do not want him around me, tell him to get out!"

"Liliana please..."

"He is not human! That... Thins down there is a creature!" I say "Can't you see?! How can I possibly be the only one that sees?! He was at my window, creepily staring at me today!"

"Your therapist says you usually have hallucinations due to the side effect of your drugs..."

"Don't you dare say that, I have not seen a goddamn pill since I left that horrible place! And how can you even think about wanting to send me there again?! You ask me how I feel about the fact that you can't do anything to help me? Well face it and atleast stay with me! Rubbing away from your crazy daughter will never fix anything!"

Pops immediately looks like he's breaking, but I am not stopping.

I can barely breathe again, and my sighy is becoming blurry all over again "I am not going to him! You can't force me! You won't...."

Suddenly the door opens, like a scene from a horror movie as he steps in.

His hair is a pale shade of blue now, still dangling all over his face.

He has on a white turtle neck sweater, and ash trousers with his gloves on. ...

I suddenly enter panic mode "Pops! Don't make him come close to me! Pops!..."

But before I can even hide behind my Father, the male is carrying me up in bridal style, his eyes never leaving mine as he says "Mr Walker, I would like you to leave"

Though I can suddenly feel all need of me wanting to see him gone vanish, I find a small part of me whispering "Pops, don't leave..."

But I hear the door shut and I know we're alone.

He stands there for a long time, me in his arms, and for some obscene reason, I am not shouting, I am not screaming, all survival instinct in me had shut down "Drop me"

"No"

"Your hand will hurt"

"You will run"

"I will not"

"I heard you shrieking about me being some sort of demon. You would run"

"I... I don't know what made me say that"

No, Lily, this bastard has you obviously under a spell! You know what exactly you are saying! He is the spawn of Satan! Get off his body this instant!

Yet I was not moving.

He suddenly raises my face up to his, letting his freezing cold lips brush my forehead as he suddenly closes his eyes and moans "Butterfly"

The whole thing made me freak, yet I was still not moving out of his grasp "That's not my name"

His eyes slowly open, making me stare into big green orbs of temptation "I love butterflies, and I love you. It settles"

"I don't love you"

"Hush" He says softly, like he is rebuking a child "See as you mould into me mon petit, you are a marvelous work of art. An angel. Bellisima"

Now I feel panic rising in me again "Drop me down"

"In time"

"Now" I say, raising my voice a bitch higher.

Suddenly, it's like the room is filled with the north wind as the temperature drops immediately and be gives me an icy stare that could make someone have an heart attack, but as soon as it had come, was the same way if left, with him giving me a small smile "Okay"

Before I can beg him not to because I can tell what his plans are,  I am being dropped to the floor, making me wince and look up at his now amused face "You look beautiful in every position, do you know that Scared, sleeping... On the floor with your legs open"

I quickly shut my leg closed and say "Get out"

For some reason, he does not give a smart ass answer or rebuke me, he just begins walking to the door, then stop and turn, flashing me a smile that makes me feel fear all over again "One day, you would never want me gone, and oh heavens, how I shall torture you with it" And was out the door.