Chapter 7 ~ Dreams

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I woke up from a really nice bed rest.

Ian wasn't beside me anymore and my bed felt way bigger than usual.

I tried to get down but the bed was too wide, I couldn't even see the ground.

I crawled on the bed trying to find the edge and after some seconds, I bumped into something.

I opened my eyes to stare into a pair of warm and welcoming blue eyes.

His smile was as bright as the rising sun as he wrapped those long inked arms around me.

I found myself smiling back and holding on to his shoulders as my body was pressed against his.

Our giggles reached the heavens as we both ran around my bed, him chasing me.

Nothing felt better than that, just having him with me and witnessing those beautiful eyes, sparkling teeth and high cheekbones. I tripped on my oversized wedding dress and landed on the cloud-like bed that was soft and comfy.

Before I knew it, Ian was on top of me, trailing his fingers around my exposed neck.

I stared at his lips and as if on cue, his warm lips met mine.

My eyes literally rolled to the back of my head as I gripped his arms for support.

I didn't even remember the last time I kissed someone.

He pulled away and smiled before pushing me off the bed.

My back hit the hardwood and after some seconds, I stood up holding my head.

Where did he go?

I wanted....needed more of those kisses.

I walked around my maze like room looking for him like he was a tiny spider

"Ian!" I called out when I saw a figure farther from me.

I ran to him with all my might only to find a mirror staring back at me

I stared at my reflection, I was dressed in a blood-red swim suit.

My hair was up in a ponytail and my fingers were manicured.

Before I could turn away and continue to search for Ian, something else caught my eye.

I wasn't the only person in the mirror.

My heart jumped as I saw a....

creature?

If I was even supposed to call it that.

It was clothed in black and blood red.

The outfit clung to it's muscular figure like a second skin that one would think that it was.

I realized that it was kind of human when I saw it's fingers and stared down at it's blood soaked black boots.

In his left hand was a rusty pick axe also covered in fresh blood as it dripped onto the floor

I could feel it peering at me beneath the horrifying mask on it's face.

I was too scared to turn around.

In my mind, I wanted it to only exist in the mirror.

I turned around to meet my empty room but froze again when I heard a deafening scream coming from....the mirror?

I turned to look at it and inside the mirror was my lost best friend on the floor, trying to move away from the 'monster'.

I tried to reach in but I couldn't.

It struck Skye with it's pick axe and my vision turned red.

Not long after, I was being chased by the creature.

I tripped on my own self and fell to the floor.

I felt cold, as it's hands were on my skin and I opened my eyes to see it staring at me.

The mask torturing me, and the silence killing me slowly.

I listened to the rhythm in my chest as my heart began to drum loudly against my rib cage.

"No, don't hurt me" I sobbed feeling overwhelmed.

It just stared, gripping my neck tighter and pressing me deeper into the bed.

Bed?

Wait... I was on the floor right?

I opened my eyes immediately, panting like crazy as I observed my surroundings.

Ian was already awake, holding onto my hand and staring at me worriedly.

My hand moved to my chest to control the fast beating of my heart.

My lips quivered as I tried to steady my breathing.

"It's okay Sabrina" Ian soothed pulling me closer to him.

Only that it wasn't okay.

I was already having bad feelings before and the dream..?

Something was definitely wrong... I could literally feel it

I nuzzled into his chest as he draped his warm arms against me.

The rain was still falling and it was the only sound that could be heard as Ian and I remained quiet in each other's embrace.

"What happened?" I heard his soothing voice as he stroked my hair calmly. I pulled away from him and stared into his worried eyes.

"I saw... I saw Skye and something was after her" I almost sobbed.

He nodded slowly, caressing my cheek.

"It's okay, it was just a dream" he assured but I didn't believe him.

I really wanted to.... but I couldn't.

That 'dream' felt like a flashback of some sort.

Instead of arguing with him, I just stayed in his arms.

"It's okay Rina" he whispered on my neck and it was then I realized the proximity between us.

And as if he read my mind, he pulled away.

"Are you okay?" He asked and I shrugged.

"Not really" it was barely a whisper but I'm sure he heard me.

"Come here" he said before laying me on the bed and holding me again.

If I didn't just have a nightmare, I would've been overly concerned about the closeness Ian and I shared.

I could feel his breath on my lips as his left hand stroked my hip.

My right thigh was in between his and my right hand on his left ribcage.

If I wasn't scared out of my mind, I would've been hyperventilating about how I could feel him against me...

All of him.

And for a second it felt like I was having an effect on him too as I felt him stiffen below his waist.

His hand moved to remove a lingering strand of hair from my face and even in the darkness, I could feel his eyes sparkle.

I wanted to reach up and kiss him so badly, all other thoughts vanished from my mind.

Without thinking any further, I moved an inch closer to Ian and took his lips in mine.

He responded quickly and eagerly.

The kiss was soft and tender, slow and warm, heavenly and almost perfect, leaving the kiss we shared in my dream in the dust.

His hands snaked around my waist as he pulled me closer and I fisted his shirt, wanting more of him.

What was I doing?

Look at me, my best friend was missing and I was there kissing hot boy Ian, but at the same time, I didn't even care. I just needed him.

I climbed on to his lap, straddling him and feeling his hardness underneath the soft fabric separating us.

Ian sat up, resting his head on the head board and taking my lips again while gripping my waist tightly pushing me further onto him.

I felt all hot inside as I ached for him.

I wanted him, I didn't care about the pounding in my chest.

All that mattered was the feeling I wanted to satisfy.

I didn't know how or why but a sound escaped my lips when his tongue travelled down my throat.

I pulled away placing my two hands on the bed and grinding on him.

Take a look at me, Sabrina Brooks, the nerd straddling and grinding on hot boy Ian.

I wouldn't have believed it five minutes ago even if someone had shown me a picture.

My boobs were pushed out to Ian's face as I tilted my head back, feeling kind of high.

I wanted Ian to touch me and do everything to me but at the same time I didn't.

Wasn't that odd?

Well, odd was a brief way to describe bitches like me.

My lips were parted as I opened my eyes to look at Ian.

His eyes were closed as he tilted his head back, gripping the sheets tight.

I didn't know if it was because it was his first time or because he was trying to refrain himself from touching me.

Looking at Ian, you would know, he had obviously had sex, but why didn't he touch me?

I wondered but I didn't stop moving against him.

I didn't even know if I was doing it right...

It sure felt right though.

Sweat etched onto my forehead and I removed my shirt, leaving me in my baby pink bra.

"Fuck" I heard Ian finally curse out as his grip on my waist tightened.

He rolled on top of me, holding one of my thighs on his waist.

He let go of it when he realized my sweats.

I immediately pulled it off.

This was it!

My moment!

The moment of truth!

I was excited and nervous and scared and..

I just felt different.

I didn't know how to feel, all I knew was that I wanted him.

Ian's eyes darkened as he stared at my baby pink panties...yeah I know...

He raised my thigh up to his waist again and moved slowly again my middle almost knocking all the breath of out of me as he pulled down his pants.

It felt... amazing.

I was still aching inside, I wanted more.

His boxers were still on as he moved his lips to mine again.

I was wet and he dug his nails deeper into the skin of my thigh.

"Ian..." I moaned as he pushed against me.

"Fuck Sabrina" he muttered on my lips as he moved faster.

I gasped holding his shoulders for support.

Ian eyes rolled to the back of his head as he held the bed.

We weren't even having sex, just... dry humping, but I still felt that tightness in my stomach like I was going to explode.

My legs which were wrapped around Ian's waist were rigid as he moaned again.

He stopped going fast and then started going harder.

It took so much from me not to ditch my panties, but I figured that it was better on

"Ian" I screamed as he clenched his jaws, grabbing my thighs again. I was so close.

He stopped hitting hard and started grinding against me slowly.

Moving his waist in circles and pushing further into me.

I arched my back, aching for his touch but he didn't touch me.

He instead moved faster against me.

I reached my peak and lost control making my legs stiffen and my eyes to roll back as I orgasmed.

I felt a warm substance against me after some seconds and I found out that Ian reached his high as well.

He was sweating and his hair was disheveled as he headed into my bathroom without a word.

I changed my underwear and climbed back to the bed.

I just has my first orgasm!

In my head I was freaking out, but I was too tired to act on it.

Ian came out after a while and I avoided his gaze.

After what just happened... I didn't even know what to say

'It was good?'

Do people even say that?

Ian being the amazing human he was, held me closer to him after kissing my forehead.

I stayed in his arms, without uttering a sound.

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2 days! It was fucking two days and Skye effing Roberts hadn't been found.

I was angry, stressed and sad.

I didn't even know what was going on and the dumb bitchy voices in my head wouldn't let me rest.

She had publicly been declared missing and I couldn't stop the demons ripping my soul apart when I saw her pictures hanging on the walls of every damn street with the letters 'MISSING' underneath.

I was the one who took that picture.

"We were coming back from one the school's football games and she was so excited that her crush scored three times. She used to be such a softie and she kind of still is... deep down in there" I narrated to Ian as we sat beside each other during class.

I held Skye's picture in my hand, squeezing the ends tightly as I spoke.

I was so hurt and confused.

"I haven't seen anyone who misses her more than you and I am really scared. She was one of the few people who had the guts to talk to me" he smiled briefly before his face changed to it's cold look.

"What could've happened to her?" He asked after silence danced between us for a little to long.

His fingers trailed mine as he held my hand in his, focused on them as I would an interesting novel.

"I don't know" I muttered trying not to think about it but he spoke again.

"I know you don't, but let's just assume. What could have actually have happened to her?"

"Maybe she got lost" I said as he wrote it down

"Okay, another thought?"

"What are you...?"

"Just assume Rina" his eyes met mine and I nodded.

"Um....okay, she could've fallen into a ditch" I squirmed in my seat at the thought

"Or she could've lost her memory?" I expected to hear a snort from Ian but he actually wrote it down.

"Okay Sabrina, the last one is a no-no" he said crossing it and I smiled.

"The other two. How could she have gotten lost? She has lived here all her life hasn't she?" I nod and he nods as well.

"Right. It is highly unlikely but not impossible. Willow creek is big enough for a human to get lost but not too big to not have been found and the search has been up to five days. And if she fell into a ditch, someone should've found her by now. She must've screamed for help or something" he explained calmly and not wanting to set my trigger off.

"What if... what if someone attacked her" I tried to stop my voice from cracking but I failed, miserably.

"Then I hope and pray with all things holy that she is still alive" he said and I looked up to give him a shocked frown, but found him staring at me with the saddest eyes I had ever seen on him.

"She is, I know she is." I said trying to convince myself.