Him

Al wakes up with her eyes still a little sleepy, body heavy. She tries to feel around the queen size bed to find only pillows and blankets. Al lifts her head from the bed and looks around, everything dark, yet she can make out the outline of the things in her room.

Her first thought was this couldn't have been a dream, could she really be that crazy? Nevertheless, a shower should help.

Al stands up and heads towards the bathroom. As she turns the light on, a shadowy figure lingers in the background of her room. Unaware of the figure, Al turns towards the mirror, looking at her fair skin, starting with her round baby face, to her small shoulders and skinny arms, down to her stomach which had a little fat but not enough to be called "chunky". Since the mirror stopped midway on the wall intersecting with the vanity and sink, she could only see to her stomach, though it was still enough to trigger her memories of high school. She sighs as she slowly striped while thinking of all the bullies at her private school. Her parents always told her private school was the better kids of the new generation, but she thought other wise. They didn't like the way she held herself, a shy, yet quiet girl. Her boobs didn't appear big enough for the guys and her attitude never settle well with the girls. They would pull her hair when the teacher looked the other way. Trip her in the hallways and steal her money at lunch. Any typical bully, she thought, was nothing compared to what she deals with every time she dreamt. Al turned the steaming hot water on and let it surround the air. She swings back around to let her hair fall from the messy bun down to where her boobs perked up at. Brushing her hair out with her fingers she tells her self it will be okay.

Once she was in, she allowed the water to beam off her shoulders and roll down her body. She starts with the shampoo and moves to the conditioner, allowing the conditioner to sit in her hair, she begins to wash her body. The shadowy figure creeps into the bathroom without making a sound. His figure casts a shadow on the curtain, but Al was already facing the wall and her back turned towards the curtain, he reaches in, his index finger barely brushing the middle of her spine. Al freezes, every dream she has ever had flashing before her eyes. She so slightly moves her head, before seeing who touched her, she wakes up on top of Marco. Covered in sweat, Al quickly gets up which wakes Marco. She begins to cry, Marco use to the reaction, placed his hand on her back to rub it, leaning towards her ear as he whispered, "It's okay, it was just a dream, you are awake. You are safe." She turns towards him to hug him, rubbing her face into his chest causing her to cry louder.

"Why me? Why does it have to be me?"

She managed to say through the tears. He doesn't say a word because he knew if he did, she would be mad. What could he say? Sorry, my boss is trying to kidnap you and your dreams is the closest he can get to her right now.

She takes a deep breathe, "Okay, what time is it? Mom should be home, yeah?"

Both of them looked at the alarm clock at the same time. It was blinking 2:22AM, Al leans over to peak out the window. The sky was dark, but she could still make out the flowers dancing with the wind.

"Well, that doesn't help at all! Thank god the computer reboots by itself." She said as she walked to the computer, to which she seen it say 7:30PM.

"And mom didn't wake us?"

She asked as she gave Marco a confused looked.

He shrugged his shoulders and returned with," Maybe still cooking?" But deep down, he knew the truth.

They both headed downstairs and Al turned towards the kitchen. No one was in there, it was still clean from when Marco cleaned it earlier. Al turned on the light and swings back around to Marco who was picking up a letter from in front of the front door.

"Um… what is that?" Al said while not connecting the dots.

Marco opens it, already knowing what it says, he reads it aloud.

"Dear Emily,

I'm sorry I couldn't be there in person, but understand I would love to be with every fiber in my being. Deep down, I've been waiting for this moment, to finally introduce myself to you. However, I must wait until you arrive. Marco here, will take you to where you need to be. Understand there is far more in store for you when you get here. I hate to do this, but if you do not comply with me, well I will have to show your parents what it is like to keep you away from me all these years. Deep agonizing torture. It is absolutely horrible. If you don't want them to find out, I will see you in a few days time, yes? With much love, yours truly, Incubus."

Before Marco could defend his self, though he had plenty of time before that point, Al started to hit him in the chest as hard as she could.

"How the hell does he know your name? Where are my parents? Who the fuck is this? Who the hell are you really? I fucking hate you. I hate you. I hate you." She screamed at the top of her lungs.

He grabbed her hands and held them in front of him.

"Let me show you the inside of my house." He said with a sigh.

"What the hell does that mean?" She looked at him confused. What could he possibly be going on about at a time like this. She thought to herself.

"Please, I'll explain when we get there."

She looked him in his eyes, they were beginning to gloss up, but she couldn't tell what it was from. Could she really trust him anymore? Could he really tell her what was going on? So many questions ran through her head as she kept looking at him.

"Do you promise to tell me EVERYTHING and I do mean EVERYTHING about this letter, about the dreams, about what the hell is going on?" She asked him.

Marco nodded his head and started towards the door all while still holding Al's hand. He moved until their arms pulled as far as they could apart without disconnecting, turning towards her he asked her, "please."

She sighed, "Fine.I'll do it. I'm apparently in this deep, how much bigger is the shit pile anyways?"

They both let out a little giggle, while stepping out the door.