at him with tears in her eyes. “If I tell you something, will you promise not to laugh at me?”
He reached over and gently tucked her hair behind her ear. “Of course, baby. What is it?”
“Ever since I was attacked, I go to sleep and I see him.” She stopped and took a moment to organize her thoughts. “I know this is going to sound really strange, but I think he may be trying to track me through my dreams.”
“Gregory?” Donte confirmed.
“Yes, this last dream he said he knew Betty and I were in Texas.” She stopped and shook her head. “You probably think this is all silly.”
“No, I don’t. Can you tell me about these dreams? Is there anything in particular leading up to him showing up, or does he just spring up out of the blue?”
“No, each time he has showed up, I’ve been in another dream already.”
“Oh, are you dreaming about anything in particular?”
When she bit her lower lip and cast her eyes downward, he continued, “It might help us to figure out how he is able to have access to your dream state.”
In the barest of whispers, eyes still cast down to the ground she replied, “I’ve been dreaming of being with you.”
As much as he wanted to grin over her confession, he decided to try as much of a professional approach as he could. “Okay, then I’m going to assume your guard is down, and maybe you’re enjoying yourself when he makes an appearance?” He’d already come to this deduction just from watching the last two times.
The nod of her head was the only answer he was going to get. He took his index finger and gently lifted her chin until she was looking at him again. He gave her what he hoped was a gentle, reassuring smile. “Don’t be embarrassed, cariño. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
He broke contact with her for a moment and sat up, reaching over to the coffee table for his laptop. “Do you know anything about spells or magic?” he asked as he booted up his computer.
“Not really. Wait, are you telling me that stuff is really real?”
He nodded to her as he typed his password in. “Oh yes, I’ve seen enough to know it’s real. That’s one of the reasons I’m not making light of what you’re telling me. I am wondering if Gregory cast a spell on you when he paid you a visit.” He looked over to her as he cocked his head. “Do you remember him saying anything weird, a recitation or anything like that?”
Cassandra went back to the day she’d been attacked. It was during the middle of the day, while almost the entire neighborhood had been at work. She’d been lucky anyone had been home and heard her cries for help. She’d come home for her lunch break, which she did most days. As soon as she opened her front door, he’d been there waiting for her.
She closed her eyes and searched her memory for those first couple of minutes. In her mind’s eye, she could hear him yelling at her, demanding to know where Betty was while he threw her down on her living room floor and kicked her repeatedly. She tried to listen carefully to all the foul filth that flowed out of his mouth. He reached down with his meaty hand grabbing ahold of her hair, smacked her across the face with his other hand, his spittle landing on her already stinging cheek as he glared into her eyes. Those eyes, so full of hatred. She thought she heard a siren in the distance, then she spotted what she needed. Still holding her up by her hair, he glared deep into her eyes, mumbling a chant she couldn’t make out due to the ringing in her ears. She tried to read his lips, knowing he wasn’t yelling at her any more, but couldn’t make anything out.
He dropped her as if she was garbage, and disappeared. By the time the police made it inside her house, he had disappeared out a back window, long gone.
She popped open her eyes to see Donte staring at her. “Are you okay?” Her hand was wrapped tightly in his, and his other hand was rubbing her back, trying to soothe her, comfort
He reached over and gently tucked her hair behind her ear. “Of course, baby. What is it?”
“Ever since I was attacked, I go to sleep and I see him.” She stopped and took a moment to organize her thoughts. “I know this is going to sound really strange, but I think he may be trying to track me through my dreams.”
“Gregory?” Donte confirmed.
“Yes, this last dream he said he knew Betty and I were in Texas.” She stopped and shook her head. “You probably think this is all silly.”
“No, I don’t. Can you tell me about these dreams? Is there anything in particular leading up to him showing up, or does he just spring up out of the blue?”
“No, each time he has showed up, I’ve been in another dream already.”
“Oh, are you dreaming about anything in particular?”
When she bit her lower lip and cast her eyes downward, he continued, “It might help us to figure out how he is able to have access to your dream state.”
In the barest of whispers, eyes still cast down to the ground she replied, “I’ve been dreaming of being with you.”
As much as he wanted to grin over her confession, he decided to try as much of a professional approach as he could. “Okay, then I’m going to assume your guard is down, and maybe you’re enjoying yourself when he makes an appearance?” He’d already come to this deduction just from watching the last two times.
The nod of her head was the only answer he was going to get. He took his index finger and gently lifted her chin until she was looking at him again. He gave her what he hoped was a gentle, reassuring smile. “Don’t be embarrassed, cariño. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
He broke contact with her for a moment and sat up, reaching over to the coffee table for his laptop. “Do you know anything about spells or magic?” he asked as he booted up his computer.
“Not really. Wait, are you telling me that stuff is really real?”
He nodded to her as he typed his password in. “Oh yes, I’ve seen enough to know it’s real. That’s one of the reasons I’m not making light of what you’re telling me. I am wondering if Gregory cast a spell on you when he paid you a visit.” He looked over to her as he cocked his head. “Do you remember him saying anything weird, a recitation or anything like that?”
Cassandra went back to the day she’d been attacked. It was during the middle of the day, while almost the entire neighborhood had been at work. She’d been lucky anyone had been home and heard her cries for help. She’d come home for her lunch break, which she did most days. As soon as she opened her front door, he’d been there waiting for her.
She closed her eyes and searched her memory for those first couple of minutes. In her mind’s eye, she could hear him yelling at her, demanding to know where Betty was while he threw her down on her living room floor and kicked her repeatedly. She tried to listen carefully to all the foul filth that flowed out of his mouth. He reached down with his meaty hand grabbing ahold of her hair, smacked her across the face with his other hand, his spittle landing on her already stinging cheek as he glared into her eyes. Those eyes, so full of hatred. She thought she heard a siren in the distance, then she spotted what she needed. Still holding her up by her hair, he glared deep into her eyes, mumbling a chant she couldn’t make out due to the ringing in her ears. She tried to read his lips, knowing he wasn’t yelling at her any more, but couldn’t make anything out.
He dropped her as if she was garbage, and disappeared. By the time the police made it inside her house, he had disappeared out a back window, long gone.
She popped open her eyes to see Donte staring at her. “Are you okay?” Her hand was wrapped tightly in his, and his other hand was rubbing her back, trying to soothe her, comfort
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