Trey stood and shook his head. “Damn stubborn girl. Alright, but don’t get up. Just rest. Do you hear me?”
I smiled. “Yes, dad.”
It didn’t take long before I was drifting off to sleep and was dreaming.
I was walking up to the river, and I saw a man standing there. He was holding something in his hand. The closer I got, the more the image became clear. Someone was next to him. It was a young child. I called out for them, and as the man turned around, I sucked in a breath of air.
Scott.
Hey, baby, we’ve been waiting for you to come back to us.
I glanced down and looked at the beautiful little girl holding Scott’s hand. She had curly blonde hair, and her smile was exactly like Scott’s. I smiled as I looked back up at Scott, but he was starting to fade away. The little girl started calling out for him to stay, but he kept fading away. She pulled on my shirt, and I looked down at her to see a tear trailing down her face.
Why did you leave him without talking to him first? You killed him. You killed him by leaving him all alone.
My eyes instantly flew open. Holy fuck!
I sat up quickly and instantly felt sick to my stomach again. I barely made it to the bathroom before I was puking. I sat on the cold floor and leaned up against the wall. I put my head on my knees, and I felt the sweat just pouring off of me.
Oh my god. What in the hell kind of dream was that? What did I eat that’s making me so sick?
I just sat there and thought about the dream I’d just had.
Who was the little girl? Why did she tell me I killed Scott? What did she say? I should have talked to him first? What if…what if what I saw wasn’t really what happened? Maybe…
Oh, Jesus H. Christ, Jessie. You saw Chelsea fucking Scott…in his bed. I closed my eyes and felt tears stinging them. I never actually saw Scott though…but I heard him call out after me.
I hate that bitch more than the air I breathe. I hate Scott for doing this to me again. I started crying. Fuck, I’m so sick of crying. I just want to forget. I need to forget!
I heard a knock on the door, and I figured it was Trey as I stood. I quickly rinsed out my mouth with mouthwash and then splashed water on my face.
I headed toward the door and opened it. Trey was holding a huge bouquet of flowers.
“How are you feeling?” he asked with that sweet smile of his.
I smiled back. “So much better now that you’re here.”
Trey’s smile faded for a brief moment as he took a step closer to me. I instantly felt the heat between us as he reached his hand up and placed it on the side of my face. It was nothing like when Scott touched me though. When Scott touched me, my whole body would shiver. But Trey’s touch…helped me to forget…even if just for a moment.
“Jessie…you’re so beautiful.”
I closed my eyes and
saw Scott. I snapped them open, and before I knew it, I was walking into Trey’s arms. He gently began kissing me, and he let out a small moan, which caused me to open my mouth to him. Our tongues began exploring each other as he brought me closer to him. He pulled slightly away from my lips.
I whispered, “Trey…help me forget. Please help me forget him.”
As he slammed his lips to mine, I felt his erection pushing into my stomach. I ran my hands up and into his hair. I gave it a hard tug, causing him to let out another moan. He slowly reached down and picked me up. He carried me over to my bed. As he gently laid me down on the bed, I started to panic.
What in the hell am I doing? I need to stop this now.
Trey moved his hand up my shirt. He slipped it under my bra and started playing with my nipple.
Oh god…that feels so good, but fuck, my breasts hurt like a son of a bitch.
I let out a moan as he moved his hand down. He started to unbutton my shorts.
Stop this, Jessie. You don’t want to do this.