Hey guess what love bugs!! Today's Love's birthday!!!!! Yayy!!! She is so excited and decided to post another chapter for you guys!!! ^_^
Alright here goes Chapter 9!!
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Tristen's POV
Why Jonathon always insisted on sitting like this I will never know. Jonathon and I were in the library, sitting on the couch reading The Raven by Edger Allen Poe. This was normal for us. I think it was able three and a half years ago when we started doing this. Late in the evenings when we had nothing better to do, we would go into the library or stay in our room and read. Jonathon always preferred for me to sit in between his legs as I read aloud. It was irritating at first but I soon found it to be rather comfortable. Having his arms wrapped around me, leaning against him, knowing that he was right there. It brought me great comfort especially after one of those dreams. So here we are, sitting in the library reading. It wasn’t until half way through the book that Jonathon fell asleep and despite the fact that he was sleep, I continued to read aloud. Not too long after that I found that my eyes were beginning to burn and it was becoming difficult to stay awake.
Placing the book in my lap, I snuggled into Jonathon a bit more before allowing sleep to take me. It came quickly however it was not as peaceful as I hoped. The dream consisted of noises and images that just didn’t make sense but continued to come at me nonetheless. When I finally jolted awake, Jonathon was still fast asleep. Slowly peeling myself from Jonathon's grasp – careful not to wake him – I left him in the library. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water before walking over to the window. I stepped outside and took in the view before me. It was midday so the sun was settled into the sky and the island was alive. The urge to go down to the beach nagged at me so I searched for a way down there. I found it not too far from the house. Making my way down the path, I finally emerged on the beach and stood along the shore. The water was much clearer here. I walked into the sea a bit and allowed the cold water to wash over my feet and ankles. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath – taking in the sweet smell of salt water and the scent of nature surrounding the beach.
“Tristen.” I heard someone whisper. I opened my eyes and looked around only to be startled by Jonathon. I jumped in surprise and sighed heavily when I was able to calm down a bit.
“Jeez Jon are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I asked sarcastically. Jonathon looked at me strange before suddenly grabbing my hand and walking out further into the water.
“Jon, I think this is far enough.” I said when the water reached my chest. “Jonathon, I said this is far enough.” I snapped while trying to pull away from him but he wouldn’t let go. He turned around and pulled me even farther out to sea. This time the water came up to my mouth and when I tried to get away from him, Jonathon pushed me into the water. When I fell I expected to resurface immediately but Jonathon had other plans. He dove into the water after me and swam me to the bottom. I struggled but Jonathon’s hold on me was impossible to break. When we reached the bottom of the ocean floor, Jonathon held me there. My ears finally began to pop and I couldn’t hold my breath any longer. I opened my mouth to breath but chocked on salt water. I watched as things began to blur and fade.
“Tristen! Tristen!!” I heard a faint voice call out to me but I had no sense of direction. I was surrounded by darkness and there was nowhere for me to go. “Tristen! Wake up!!” I heard the voice call to me again. It sounded like Jonathon but it was hard to tell. He sounded so far away. I stared into the darkness around me and felt myself began to drift. “TRISTEN!!” I heard Jonathon yell and something hit my chest. I took a sharp intake of breath only to have something force its way back up my throat and out my mouth. I turned over and heaved several times, water and my dinner from last night finding its way back up. I opened my eyes and everything was blurry at first but it slowly began to come into focus. I was back on the beach, the private one that is behind the condo. I was soaking wet and my body felt heavy. I turned back over onto my back and the sun blinded me with its rays. I groaned and closed my eyes again, the sunlight too painful to handle at the moment. I felt someone pick me up but I was too tired to try and fight them off. They carried me away from the beach and I lost consciousness shortly after that.
When I finally came to, I was in the bed with several sheets over me. I sat up slowly to find myself in a new pair of clothes and a splitting headache. I felt nauseous so when I climbed out of the bed, I found myself running into the bathroom. I heaved several times only to have nothing come up. Breathing heavily, I got up off the floor and stumbled into the living room. When I saw no one there, I went into the kitchen where I grabbed a glass of water and some aspirin. I leaned against the counter and closed my eyes as I tried to recollect what happened. I remembered reading with Jonathon, and then falling asleep but after that it was like a black hole. I couldn’t remember what happened next. I took another sip of my water when I heard the front door open. I turned around to find Jonathon coming in and when I saw him everything that I couldn’t remember hit me like a tidal wave. I dropped my glass and Jonathon looked up surprised.
“Tristen!” he said, dropping the bags that he was carrying and rushed over to me.
“No! Don’t touch me! Stay away!” I said in a panic as I grabbed a knife from the knife rack. Jonathon stopped where he was and looked at me confused.
“Tristen?” he said quizzically.
“Who are you? What have you done with the real Jonathon?!” I asked pointing the knife at the imposer that stood in front of me.
“Tristen it’s me. Jonathon. Put the knife down. I’m not going to hurt you.” The imposer said.
“You’re the real Jonathon, huh?” I said.
“Yes, it’s me. Now put the knife down.” The imposer insisted while coming towards me but I quickly moved away from them.
“Oh then what’s up with the bags?” I asked. The imposer opened their mouth to speak but closed it. “What’s wrong, Jonathon?” I said emphasizing his name. “
“Tristen, this is becoming rather annoying. Put the damn knife down before I make you.” The imposer snapped.
“Not until you answer my question,” I snapped back. “What’s up with the bags?” I asked again.
“I was going to make you something to eat. There you happy?” The imposer snapped. I narrowed my eyes at the imposer and when he moved toward me this time I lashed out at him.
“Liar!” I said. “Anybody who knows Jonathon knows that he can’t cook for shit! And he would never leave my side when I’m sick or injured so I’m going to ask you again. Who the hell are you?!” I said. The imposer narrowed their eyes at me and I could see the anger clouded them. The imposer rolled their shoulders back and stood up straight. They looked at me with Jonathon’s red eyes and for a moment I mentally questioned myself about whether or not this was truly Jonathon or not. There was an intense silence between us for a moment before a noticed a ghost of a smile play across his lips.
“You’re right.” The imposer said as they began to change. “I’m no Jonathon but I am your worst nightmare.” Katherine said with darkly before launching at me quicker than I expected her to. I screamed in surprised and panic, jolting myself awake from my dream but I kept my eyes closed.
“Tristen!! Tristen.” I heard Jonathon call out to me. I felt someone grab me and I began to fight me. “Tristen wake up! Wake up, Tristen!!” Jonathon yelled frantically.
“Get away!” I screamed, hitting him and the face and bolting for the kitchen.
“Tristen!” Jonathon called while coming after me. I pulled a knife from the knife rack and pointed it at him.
“Stay away from me!” I said, my hands shaking and the room spinning a bit. “Who are you? Where’s the really Jonathon?!” I asked.
“The real Jon – Tristen what the hell are you talking about?!” Jonathon said confused.
“Don’t play games with me! I know you’re not the real Jonathon!” I snapped.
“Tristen snap out of it! It’s me!” Jonathon said taking a cautious step towards me.
“Oh yeah then why did you try to drown me, huh? If you were the real Jonathon then you wouldn’t have just attacked me! So who are you and what have you done with my husband?!” I yelled.
“Drown you? Attack you? What are you, insane?!” Jonathon asked in disbelief. I stared at him in confusion and he took another cautious step towards me. “When I woke up I found broken glass on the floor and you were missing. When I went looking for you, you floating in the water! You had hit your head and nearly drowned. After resuscitating you, I brought you back here where I changed your clothes and tucked you in bed. I’ve been waiting for you to wake up all day.” Jonathon explained; his voice creaking the more he spoke. I watched Jonathon wide-eyed and speechless as I saw the anguish and fear set into his face.
“I was asleep the whole time?” I said finally breaking down. I dropped to my knees and dropped the knife as I cradled my head in my hands. “Why? Why does this keep happening to me?” I asked – all my panic and hysteria finally bubbling to the surface. Jonathon, after moving the knife away from us, wrapped his arms around me and I clung to him as tears ran down my face.
“It’s going to be okay.” Jonathon told me causing me to push him away.
“No it’s not!” I snapped. “I can’t keep doing this! I can’t take it anymore! This dreams…they’re causing my life to be a living hell! And now they’re trying to kill me! I’ve never sleepwalked Jonathon! Never! And you know that!” I said panicking getting to my feet again.
“Tristen calm down.” Jonathon said rising up and grabbing my shoulder.
“Calm down! You want me to calm down! How can I calm down when I can’t even tell reality from dream anymore, Jonathon?!” I snapped as I turned to face him. Jonathon regarded me for a moment before pulling me into his arms. “Stop Jonathon! I’m serious!” I snapped while trying to pull away from him but he just held onto me tighter.
“I know you are.” Jonathon said; his voice tense and strained. “And I’m sorry that I can’t protect you from whatever this is that you’re going through.” He added. I looked up at him and I could tell that he was angry. His red eyes glowed with such intensity that I knew that he was angry with himself. But he had no reason to blame himself for anything. It’s me whose being a complete dumbass and keeping all this to myself and burdening everyone I care about. But was I really ready to tell him about the dreams? About Katherine and her determination to take him from me? I looked into his eyes despite the fact that he wouldn’t look at me and reached to cup his cheek. He turned away from me and I hesitated for a moment before reaching for him again. This time he allowed me to cup his cheek and turned his head towards me.
“I’m sorry. I know how much this is eating you up but I need you to be a little more patient with me.” I said feeling like shit the moment the words left my lips. You should just tell him already! He won’t think any less of you so swallow your damn proud and tell him!! my conscious snapped angrily.
“I just want to protect you.” Jonathon told me.
“I know. I’m just not ready to tell you yet.” I said; my conscious groaning at me in frustration. Jonathon closed his eyes, his frustration with me clear from his body language. I rose to my toes and kissed him softly. He looked at me, his red eyes softening a bit before pulling me to him again and kissing me passionately. I melted into his kiss, clinging to him knowing that his was the real Jonathon. My Jonathon. “I’m sorry.” I said as I sagged against Jonathon, my body finally at its limit from all the excitement. Jonathon picked me up bridal style and kissed my cheek. He carried me back into the bedroom and placed me back in the bed. He climbed in next to me and I curled up against him. We laid in silence, both of us brewing over our own personal storms. Are you fucking serious, man?! Just tell him before Katherine actually shows up and takes him from you! My conscious snapped angrily. I can’t tell him. I’m not ready. I replied meekly. My consciousness shook his head at me and threw his hands in the air. Tristen, quit being stupid! She just controlled your movements in your sleep! She nearly killed you and you still refuse to tell him!! My conscious pointed out. I sighed to myself and looked up at Jonathon’s whose face was unreadable and focused. I opened to speak when the phone rang. I rolled reached over Jonathon and answered it.
“Hello?” I said.
“Yes, this is Jeffery from the front desk. I was calling to remind you and your husband about the resort’s party tomorrow night.” The man said pleasantly.
“Okay. And what time does it start tomorrow?” I asked.
“From seven thirty to midnight, sir.” Jeffery said.
“Okay, thank you.” I said before hanging up the phone.
“What was that all about?” Jonathon asked as I moved from on top of him.
“Reminder about the party tomorrow.” I told him. Jonathon nodded and I curled back into his side. we lie in silence again, brewing over our personal storms and my consciousness was beginning to work my nerves as he nagged me to just tell Jonathon about Katherine but for some reason I couldn’t. I know I told him that I wasn’t ready yet but now it feels like a stupid excuse. I felt Jonathon take a deep breath and when I looked up I saw that Jonathon had gone on to sleep. Terrified that I might have another dream, I stayed up most of the night watching Jonathon as he slept. The entire condo was silent and yet I could hear the rattling of something from deep within my soul.
I have to tell him…no matter what.
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OH MY CHERRY KISSES!!! No she didn't!!! How dare Catherine do that to Love's Tristen?! Jonathon is Tristen's not your's you evil witch!!! Why Love ought to -
Tristen: Love calm down. I'm going to handle this.
Love: You better!!! Or else Love will really come in there and do something she doesn't normally do. *rolls up invisible sleeves*
Tristen: '-_-
Lol alright love bugs, Love hopes you enjoyed the chapter. Until next time, Cherry kisses to all. *mwah mwah mwah MWAH*.....Oh Catherine!!!! *says in a scary sing-song voice*
Tristen: Love!!!! *runs after her*