*Dream 2*

“YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING SLUT! ALL YOU’LL HAVE IN LIFE IS THE KID YOU’LL HAVE FROM YOUR SLUTTY AFFAIRS WITH THOSE DESPERATE GUYS YOU HANG OUT WITH! YOU WILL HAVE NO CAREER AS A DOCTOR OR WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANT TO BE!” my ‘father’ slurred/yelled after I told my parents I wanted to be a doctor. Of course my mother encouraged me, and my father disapproved. He had started beating me as soon as my mother went to bed. Sam just so happened to be at a friends’ house. I was alone. Alone to face the threat that threatened my life daily. Because of his drunk manner and abusive behavior, I had to suffer on a daily basis the anger he felt towards Sam and I through the pain he inflicted on us. Is it really our fault we are his daughters? I asked myself. Why won’t he accept that we are truly his and that he has to man up and take responsibility? Dios mio, when will our nightmares ever end?

*End of Dream 2*

As I woke up, I remembered the one, and only, thing that would comfort me right now would be my guitar and journal. Too bad they’re at my house in my room. I sighed. Gr. I wish I had them so I could play Not Standing Around. No! I could tweak It’s Like Nothing Matters. I sighed again in frustration.

“Are you awake this time?” Edward’s hoarse and sleepy, yet melodic, voice asked.

“No. I’m talking in my sleep.” I mumbled. When he turned on the lights, I groaned and pulled the covers over my head. I heard his footsteps coming towards my side. He whispered in my ear with a funny English accent, “What’s wrong, love?” I love how he just called me ‘love.’ Whoa! Wait a second. What am I thinking?! I thought.

“Sleepy. Go away.” I said through the covers. I sounded like a little kid. Then, I bolted up on the bed, hitting my head with a beeping monitor thingy, because I had remembered something. “Am I leaving today?” I sounded, and probably looked, so hopeful.

“Sorry, but no. Since we now know you’re pregnant, you have to stay another day or two so they can run some tests to make sure the baby is okay. Lucky for you we don’t start school this month.” he answered smugly. I guess he noticed I flinched when he said pregnant and school because he looked sorry.

“Oh, okay.” I replies oh so lamely. “Well, since I am going to still be stuck in this jail cell, can you do me a favor?” I was such a drama queen that batted my eyelashes for extra effect. He nodded and raised an eyebrow for me to continue. “Okay, go to my house and bring me my guitar and journal. They are either next to the electric blue coach in the living room or in my room. Oh, and my room is the one that has the door with stickers of random instruments I play.” Surprise was written all over his face but he stayed composed. He stood up and I gave him my house keys, the address, and my cell phone number, just in case he had any problems. Since my house was like 15 minutes away from the hospital, I decided to rest. I hadn’t even fallen completely asleep when I heard my cell phone ring tone, ‘Jude Law and A Semester Abroad,’ playing. I didn’t recognize the number so I guessed it was Edward.

“Hello.” I answered sleepily with a small Spanish accent.

“Hey, it’s Edward. I was just wondering something.” He replied.

“Shoot.” I wonder what’s wrong. He sounds a bit…antsy? No, more worried. I thought.

“Did you leave your front door open before the accident?” I was now officially terrified.

“N-no.” I stammered quietly. I started shaking from the shock. “Is anything missing? Are my mom’s stuff still there? How ‘bout broken?” I was shooting questions at him.

“No, it looks like everything is here.” He sounded distracted, “But, your guitar isn’t in the living room or in your room. Did you leave it somewhere else?” Okay, now that is weird. I remember leaving it on the couch right before leaving for skating… Um, maybe its… no, that would be impossible. Ugh, he would just have to open the door. Yeah. I thought.

“Um, you could check in my mom’s room. Or…Sam’s room.”

“Uh, sure. I’ll check the one down the hall first.” Mom’s. I said to myself. “Um, Dani, there’s a note on the bed… addressed to you.” I couldn’t breathe. “Dani, breathe. In. Out.” How’d he… note? What? I was so confused. “Um, I just checked what I presume is…Sam’s room and I checked yours. Your guitar was behind the door in your room. Something is in it, but I couldn’t get it out.” I nodded my head until I realized he wasn’t here. “I’m going to bring the envelope with me so you can see it too. Okay?”

“Uh, y-yeah. Thanks. See you soon. Bye.” I said my good-bye in a daze. I put my cell phone back on the nightstand. Oh god, what if it was… Nope, I’m not going to think about it. I thought. I desperately needed a distraction. I started to remember the day I met Jacob. The day I found my best friend again… The day I got stalked by my very own stalker… Joy.