Feeling the presence

Crush, crushes, crushed.

A cool breeze hit my face and was gone as soon as it came. At this time, I was subconscious.

After finding it difficult to sleep yesterday night, it wasn't difficult for me to wake up... Well half awake.

My ears were wake and attentively listening for any sound.

My breathing was steady and all my senses were half ready to receive stimuli.

But not my eyes, my eyes were still closed, I know this but I could see my bedroom.

My head made the exact image of my bed room. From the view I get while lying on bed sleeping with my back on the bed and face up.

My head made the image of my ceiling, I saw the wooden ceiling and the ceiling fan.

Before staying in this room, I had scanned it so I'll be able to visualize it, I liked doing that. Although in my head's projection I know it's not exactly the same as the real thing.

Especially now, I can't visualize what I'm feeling right now cause I have never seen it before.

After the passing of wind, everywhere in the room became cold and...lonely?

Lonely, It felt that way somehow.

But that feeling quickly vanished and I felt a presence in front of me.

I felt an tense gaze on me and I felt the person getting closer. My heart hammered in my chest loudly and I held my breath.

I felt the presence getting closer and closer until I felt a breath fanning my face. My lips tingled like something was getting close to it and very soon it wou...

No no no no no! I wanted to scream out but I was paralysed on my new bed, mouths unmovable like I had lost my voice.

I couldn't shake our move my hand, I need to push the person off me but I couldn't.

I can't even imagine the person's face because I haven't seen him before.

I can't open my eyes, I can't do anything! And the person continues to close the gap between was.

Was I being raped or something?

No no no no no!

I have to get out of here!

*****

"Good morning sunshine!" I heard my step mother's voice greet. It wasn't for me but for my father, the moron that married a moronic witch.

I was coming down the stairs.

"Good morning to you too my huggy bear." I cringed when I heard what my father called his new wife.

For some reason he keeps calling her different names, different stupid names like a love sick puppy.

When I came into view I'm sure they saw my eye roll.

"Well good morning, Athena." Father greeted me when his eyes tore away from his lover and faced me.

"Hey." I waved at him and sat down at the counter beside him.

His wife, Catherine, is preparing some breakfast and I could just tell what it is. Bacon and eggs.

I have to admit I liked her cooking.

"Hey teenager, how was your night rest?" Catherine smiled and gave me her signature smile that could capture my father but not me.

I have to admit that she is a stunning Blondy with gorgeous blue eyes and body. She was curvy and can pull off any outfit, no man in their right mind would not see her attractiveness.

She was wearing an apron to protect the clothes she was wearing which I presume is for work.

Father is also dressed for work in his white shirt and black pants. His suitcase is on the table.

He had red hair just like me but I got my green eyes from my mother, his eyes were gray and mesmerizing. No woman in their right mind would not die for those eyes.

I turned back to Catherine, "Seriously! Are you really asking me that question?" I grunted.

She looked at me apologetic, "I'm so sorry teenager, umm this was the only vacant house we could find in short notice." She explained.

"This place is literally in nowhere. I have to walk an hour to school." I complained. "How could you still be molested by a man at your age?" I accused.

"Hey! Athena, don't start disrespecting your mother." Father yelled at me.

I wanted to continue and shout out him but for some reason, I'm a goody too shoes and I can't tell on my seniors no matter how much I wanted to. This was all my mother's doing!

"Raphael, don't shout out her, she has rights to complain she's a teenager. She must be so angry staying in a place like this. We moved too quickly for her." Catherine scolded dad.

"Fine then, be on her side." He huffed.

"Alright, food is ready!" She announced and then started setting up our food in front of us.

Once she was done, we digged in and as expected, delicious as always.

"I hope the food makes up for the moving." She smiled sheepishly at the.

I gave her a look and her face fell. "Of course this isn't enough but I promise I will make it up to you." She promised raising her right hand up and the left on her chest. "I shouldn't have let my affairs get in the way of your life but here we are, we all moved because of me into a shabby place."

"It's okay giddy boo, we understand." Dad called her another cringe worthy name and I gaged in his presence so he would know how terrible his names were.

Catherine chuckled and dad blushed.

I rolled my eyes when he feed Catherine and then they kissed.

After throwing the last of my food into my mouth I said,

"Here's a piece of advice for next time, don't wear clothes that exposes your thighs too much." I said and was about leaving when my father grabbed my arm and prevented me from leaving.

"What's with your attitude young lady?" I was sending me death glares but he was also silently begging me not to ruin this for him.

"Hey I told you, she has to have an attitude as the teenager she is and she is right." Catherine caution my father.

I forcefully took my hand back from my father and turned to leave but the I felt someone watching me.

It wasn't my father's or step mother's I'm sure of it; it was like the one I felt in my dream?