Once I saw her

Chapter Two - The Dream

Sorry that this chapter is really short I promise that the next chapter will be longer :)

~ Kiara

Kylie's Pov:

I was wondering around in the woods, not sure where or why or how I was brought there. The air was full of thick fog that floated around my ankles and I couldn't see the sky as it was blocked by the trees. It was gloomy and dark. I couldn't see much but it was frightening not knowing what was around me.

I took tiny steps and held onto branches, as I tried not to tripped over. The darkness went on and on, I thought I'd never see the light again.

I couldn't quite see where I was going but I knew I need to get out. I didn't realize that I was cold till I heard my teeth chatter and I started to shake.

SNAP!

My foot broke a large stick and the sound spread across the forest. I froze, holding my breath, waiting but hoping no one would find me.

After a minute I accepted that I was alone and started to walk again.

Suddenly I heard footsteps in the distance and I began to sprint. As I ran, cold air stung my skin and my long brunette hair stuck to my face but I didn't care. I needed to find my way out before whatever was out there finds me.

Then my foot caught something and I went crashing to the ground.

My whole body was aching.

Tears ran down my face blocking my vision, as I was so frightened.

A blurry figure was standing infront of me and began to slowing walk towards me. I quickly wipe my eyes to look at the person in front of me, as I did I had to hold back a gasped when I take in his features.

My first sight was his deep blue eyes, They were light blue around the outside then went deep blue in the middle which reminded me of the ocean, He had shaggy dark brown hair that hung over this left eye, a hard jawline, baby pink lips, massive muscles and ripped abs that showed through his short sleeved gray shirt.

But what really stood out was his skin. It was unbelieveably pale and shined in the little moon light that showed through the gaps of the trees.

After checking him out I noticed his lips formed a smile that showed little fangs. Thinking I should be afraid, like any normal person should be, but I felt comfortable with him as he held out his hand to help me to my feet.

When I was standing about a few centermetres away from him he slowly lifted his hand to caress my cheek which sent tingles throughout my entire body. Loving the feel of his touch I pressed against him and he lowered him head to press him lips to mine.

When our lips almost met.

I jolted awake.

Disappointment flooded through me. So close I thought. I've been dreaming of the same guy for the past few months not being able to get him out of my head.

He's not real, okay, forget him I tell myself

Checking my clock it said 6:00am, still drowsy, I rolled out of bed, grabbed a bra, undies and a nice balck dress and hopped in the shower, getting ready for the miserable day ahead of me.

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Sprinting down stairs, knowing I'll be late if I don't leave now. I pulled me bag over my shoulder, almost out the door without my Foster parent knowing.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my upper arm, I turned just as Mark pulled me hard causing me to fall backwards into the ground, he bent down so he was inches away from my face.

"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOUR GOING" he yelled, I could still smell the alcohol on his breath.

"I.. I have to go to school" I quietly say crawling backward so he can't touch me.

He stalks towards me, half swaying, I guess he's still drunk like he always is. As soon as he reached me I felt a sharp pain on my cheek, when he slapped me.

I keep my head down, while Tears trickle down my face, not wanting me to see me weak.

"You are not to go anywhere without telling me first!" He said to me angry

I just sat there looking the ground quietly sobbing.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" He shouted

"Yes" I whispered while he walked back upstairs.

After sitting in the same position for 5 minute I pulled myself together, I stood up and went over to the mirror to check my face. The slap left a little bruise under my eye but it wasn't very noticable so I cover it with a bit of make up, trying to stop the tearing running down my cheeks.

After applying the makeup, I walked to school, thinking about how my life would be different if my parents weren't killed when I was 5 years old. How much better my life would be with them, actually having a loving family, instead of being abused everyday by Mark.

i sigh, I guess I'm used to it by now.