MUST BE ANOTHER BAD DREAM.

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PHOEBE'S POV

I was walking through rolls and rolls of flowers. Beautiful flowers, sweet scented flowers. I bent down to pick one , bringing it up to my nose and inhaling the sweet scent.

My smile widened, matching the beautiful bright colors of the flowers. I was a simple girl happy with my life, enjoying the little things God had bestowed on me. I knew no worries and for a moment my life seemed perfect.

Closing my eyes, I gulped in a large breath, spread my arms and felt the breeze surround me. Taking step after step, I began running through the rolls, a content smile on my face.

I was at the end of the last flowerbed,bent over trying to catch my breath when I saw the feets of someone. Slowly I looked up. Before me stood my worse night mere, the man I wished I had never met!

I froze at the spot, fear gripping me and rendering me paralyzed. How did he find me? I thought I was safe here and that we'd never cross paths again; I wish we'd never cross paths again.

He was staring at me with that devishely handsome face of his, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Finally, I found you!"

His voice was just as I remembered it, masculinely melodious, sending shivers down my spine. Snapping out of it,

I staggered back and seized breath.I turned to run,as fast as my feet can carry me.

"Where do you think you're going? You can't run from me Phoebe.."

His laughter echoed throughout the garden and I panicked even more. No, he can't lay hold on me again. The pain, heartache and everything else he's made me go through came crushing on me, reminding me why I can't let him win...I can't let him have me. Not ever again.

Turning in the other row,I saw Harold nursing a bed of flowers. My knight in shining armor...of course he'll be nearby, ready to save me as always. With all my might I screamed his name and he turned around.

" please, don't let him take me.save me!"

He looked confused for a while but when he saw him on my heels, he dropped the flower in his hands and started towards me .

He was just a feet away and my heart swelled with joy, but before he could reach me the man caught me by my waste and I screamed.

" Phoebe! Wake up."

I struggled to open my eyes.my brother caught me before I could bolt the room.

"It's a dream honey, just a dream...... Shhhh,it's fine now.I'm here,nothing can happen to you."

I closed my eyes and held on to Denis. My heartbeat began to drop. I looked around the room and heaved a sign of relief. Thank God it was just a dream .

Then I began to feel angry. Damn him..how dare he torment me even in my dreams, in my own bed! My fists balled beside me and I clenched my jaw painfully, silently cussing his name.

" Do you want to talk about it? "

he pulled away and asked and I swallowed hard.

He could tell it wasn't something I'd like to discuss so he added,

"It's ok go back to sleep. It was only a dream..... Do you want me to stay with you?"

I shook my head .

"No,I'm fine."

I managed to say. He left after making sure I crawled back into bed. I looked around the room one more time, holding the duvet tightly against myself, as if I expected him to leap out of the dark anytime soon.

I prayed a simple prayer before drifting off to sleep again.

"Dear God,please don't let this dream come true."

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I left for work very early because I wanted to be home on time to welcome my brother. The day dragged by too slow for my liking plus I was still reliving that damn dream. There was this dread that I couldn't shake off no matter what. I tried to cheer up with the fact that my brother would be home soon but I couldn't get rid of this feeling that something bad was about to happen.

At two as I headed out of my office I got a call from Denis.

"Are you home?"

"No but on my way".

"We've left the airport".

He informed me. All worries evaporated into thin air and I couldn't control the giddiness. I texted Harold to hurry home too. I have always had a strong bond with my brothers. Maybe it was because we were close in age and our parents always made sure to remind us that all we've got is each other therefore we must be there for each other.

Since my workplace was closer and the airport was all the way at the other side of town, I got home long before Denise and Lawrence arrived.20 mins after reaching home my younger sister, Fair rushed into my room with excitement.

" They're here."

I shrieked and jumpy out of bed, running after her into the living room. Lawrence had now grown into a man. The last time I saw my brother, he was crying over a broken game. My eyes filled with tears as I rushed into his arms.

"Look at you! You're all grown up now. My baby sister is a woman now.!"

When Fair said

"they're here", I put it in the context of Lawrence and Denis who went to pick him up. Little did i know that Lawrence came home with friends from the state. I hadn't noticed them until the excitement died out and I disentangled myself from my brother.

I turned to the guy in a blue shirt and froze at once. My eyes went wide and my brain failed to process. It must be a dream. Another bad dream.

I'm sure I looked horrified, with my jaw hanging but it was going to take so much effort and a bit of time to recover from the shock. He stared back at me with the same horrifying look, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. But he was quick to recover. In seconds his face was back to being blank and emotionless; typical of Percy Arrindel.

Slowly I took in his appearance. He hadn't changed much. If anything he looked mature than we last saw each other and mature meant more handsome. His shoulders were broader and his arms, toned to perfection. The blue shirt he wore was stretched out to it's maximum capacity, obviously struggling to contain his solid muscled body, an evidence of working out regularly.

God I hated the guy but could I help myself from drooling? The front door opened, and that was when common sense kicked me in the ass.

Harold !!

On cue he walked through the door, a big smile on his face until he saw him too. His face contorted into a mix of emotions until Law walked over to him and pulled him into a hug. He managed to hug back, smiling lightly.

My heart was in my throat as I watched him cross the space between us to stand beside me, placing a kiss against my forehead and keeping his arms around my waist.

Was it my ears playing with me or I heard Percy groan ?

He was staring at us, his face still blank but his features too stiff to be normal. A hand came up to my lower back and robbed passionately. I looked at Harold and held his gaze for a while, his eyes seeking to know how well I was handling all of this..

By AnnieAmour..