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That’s when I realized what was happening, and I had to stop it. I took hold of Kevin’s arm, but it wasn’t his arm anymore; it was Logan’s. “Get out of the car!” I begged, “You have to get out!”
It was Logan’s hazel eyes that stared back at me, but he continued to speak calmly as if he didn’t hear me. “Your mom means the world to me, Livie, and so do you. I promise you can always count on me. For anything.”
“Please get out! You have to hurry!” The light was too close. He’d have to get out on my side. I pushed my door open and tugged on his arm, causing him to look down at my hand. In the split second it took for us both to look back up at each other, a horn blared and headlights blinded me. As glass shattered and metal screeched, everything became black.
Dream catchers are a myth. Nightmares are inevitable.
*
My phone buzzed in my back pocket, ripping me out of my dreams. My neck was stiff, and I became aware that I was sitting upright. I forced my tired eyes open and focused on what was right in front of me. A huge ass TV. Crap! I was still in Logan’s apartment. Music still played, but it wasn’t blues anymore. My head slowly turned to the left to see Logan’s chest rising and falling with each deep breath he took as he slept.
As I lifted my head off his shoulder, I pulled my phone out of my back pocket to look at the time. It was still dark, so it couldn’t have been too late…or early depending on how you looked at it. The screen on my phone said it was 3:01AM. Two and a half hours after curfew, and I had one missed call from my mother. She and Jeff must’ve just gotten home from the pub and realized I wasn’t there. Wanting to avoid an unpleasant conversation, I decided to text her, instead of calling.
Fell asleep @ a friends. Be home soon.
What friend?
No one u know.
Home. Now.
Coming.
Irritation swept over me as I thought about how incredibly stupid a curfew actually was for someone who would be eighteen in a few short months. Logan’s sleepy eyes were already on me when I turned to wake him.
“Are you in trouble?” he mumbled.
“No, but I need to go home now.”
We both stayed silent as we walked out the door. When we got in the car and began to drive, I replayed the evening in my mind, becoming even more irritated as I thought about how it ended. I couldn’t believe I had fallen for Logan’s crap. I let out one single chuckle and shook my head at the realization of how gullible I had been.
“You okay?” Logan asked.
“Oh yeah, I’m fine,” I retorted.
He eyed me with hesitation. “Are you mad?”
“No. I’m not mad,” I huffed. “It’s just…” I tried to remain calm, but I was not the type of person to keep quiet when something was on my mind. “What the hell was that last night?”
“What was what?” he asked as if he were completely oblivious to the event I was referring to. He probably did this sort of thing with all the girls, and I was just one of many who fell for his stupid charm. And beautiful eyes.
“Are you kidding?” I asked.
Then, as if I weren’t already fuming enough, he grinned. “Are you mad that it started, or mad that it stopped?”
My jaw dropped. I was speechless for a moment…but not long. “What kind of question is that? Is this what you do with girls? Get them to your apartment and then fuck with their minds? You said you were cool with being friends. You told me you weren’t going to ‘put the moves’ on me!” I said that last part with my fingers in the air as quotations.
His humored expression converted to one of frustration. “No, Liv, when girls come to my apartment, it’s pretty straightforward. No ‘mind’ fucking involved!” Now his fingers were in the air for quotations.
That shut me up.
He let out a deep sigh and ran his fingers through his hair,
It was Logan’s hazel eyes that stared back at me, but he continued to speak calmly as if he didn’t hear me. “Your mom means the world to me, Livie, and so do you. I promise you can always count on me. For anything.”
“Please get out! You have to hurry!” The light was too close. He’d have to get out on my side. I pushed my door open and tugged on his arm, causing him to look down at my hand. In the split second it took for us both to look back up at each other, a horn blared and headlights blinded me. As glass shattered and metal screeched, everything became black.
Dream catchers are a myth. Nightmares are inevitable.
*
My phone buzzed in my back pocket, ripping me out of my dreams. My neck was stiff, and I became aware that I was sitting upright. I forced my tired eyes open and focused on what was right in front of me. A huge ass TV. Crap! I was still in Logan’s apartment. Music still played, but it wasn’t blues anymore. My head slowly turned to the left to see Logan’s chest rising and falling with each deep breath he took as he slept.
As I lifted my head off his shoulder, I pulled my phone out of my back pocket to look at the time. It was still dark, so it couldn’t have been too late…or early depending on how you looked at it. The screen on my phone said it was 3:01AM. Two and a half hours after curfew, and I had one missed call from my mother. She and Jeff must’ve just gotten home from the pub and realized I wasn’t there. Wanting to avoid an unpleasant conversation, I decided to text her, instead of calling.
Fell asleep @ a friends. Be home soon.
What friend?
No one u know.
Home. Now.
Coming.
Irritation swept over me as I thought about how incredibly stupid a curfew actually was for someone who would be eighteen in a few short months. Logan’s sleepy eyes were already on me when I turned to wake him.
“Are you in trouble?” he mumbled.
“No, but I need to go home now.”
We both stayed silent as we walked out the door. When we got in the car and began to drive, I replayed the evening in my mind, becoming even more irritated as I thought about how it ended. I couldn’t believe I had fallen for Logan’s crap. I let out one single chuckle and shook my head at the realization of how gullible I had been.
“You okay?” Logan asked.
“Oh yeah, I’m fine,” I retorted.
He eyed me with hesitation. “Are you mad?”
“No. I’m not mad,” I huffed. “It’s just…” I tried to remain calm, but I was not the type of person to keep quiet when something was on my mind. “What the hell was that last night?”
“What was what?” he asked as if he were completely oblivious to the event I was referring to. He probably did this sort of thing with all the girls, and I was just one of many who fell for his stupid charm. And beautiful eyes.
“Are you kidding?” I asked.
Then, as if I weren’t already fuming enough, he grinned. “Are you mad that it started, or mad that it stopped?”
My jaw dropped. I was speechless for a moment…but not long. “What kind of question is that? Is this what you do with girls? Get them to your apartment and then fuck with their minds? You said you were cool with being friends. You told me you weren’t going to ‘put the moves’ on me!” I said that last part with my fingers in the air as quotations.
His humored expression converted to one of frustration. “No, Liv, when girls come to my apartment, it’s pretty straightforward. No ‘mind’ fucking involved!” Now his fingers were in the air for quotations.
That shut me up.
He let out a deep sigh and ran his fingers through his hair,
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