excuse any typos blah blah blah chapter twenty-one
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SPLASH Jahseh bolted up as the cold water beaded on his chest .
"Jah!" Indiyah gasped grabbing him and pulling him in .
She let go, holding onto his shoulders . "You okay?" He simply nodded . "Y-Yeah. Just another dream"
Indiyah's hands fell to her lap, as she looked at him in disbelief. "Again?" Jahseh nodded, gripping onto the sides of his arms .
She touched his chest . "You still tense as fuck Jah" He grabbed her small wrist, shooting his eye up at her. "I'm fine."
He got up, walking past . Standing up, Indiyah followed him to express her strong worries in these dreams that Jahseh was having .
The effect that it had on his body, his mind, his over all energy was too noticeable for her liking. Her knowing Jahseh, she knew he wasn't really the one to ask for help .
Even if he's struggling, his pride will swallow him whole .
"Jah, you're not fine. This same fuckin dream had you knocked out until I came up from sleep, finding you on the bathroom floor, slumped the fuck out,"
Indiyah put her hands on her waist.
"And every time I ask you about these dreams, you stutter like you've got an issue with talkin. Cause when you want yo dick sucked, you all mouth."
He shook his head "I just don't want to talk on em, ight." Indiyah groaned obnoxiously .
"You'll kill yourself if you don't tell anyone about them. Keeping shit bottled in won't be so pretty when you get enough Jah."
Grabbing a water bottle, he opened it and ignored her ranting. He still felt scared, but honestly he's forever been living in fear .
He grabbed a glass, pouring his water into it slowly .
Jahseh's eyes wondered round as he thought .
His eyes happened to land on the microwave . It had a tinted glass, and you could see yourself in the reflection of this glass .
The longer he looked, the more nervous he became .
Jahseh carried on pouring his water into a glass, hearing Indiyah's muffled ranting in the back, which he assumed were still on the subject of his dreams .
He carried on looking at the microwave, blinking once and seeing a recognisable figure in the reflection .
He carried on pouring, looking at the microwave .
The figure was bending down, going to reveal its face . Jahseh carried on pouring . Jahseh carried on looking . And the figure carried on bending down .
