Chapter 38: Chapter 38

Kaya’s POV

I slowly opened my eyes, trying in vain to adjust to the light before giving up the fight and yawning. I curled further into my bed, a strange feeling of warmth and satisfaction tickling my back.

After another ten minutes I decided to wake up. Today felt like such a beautiful day. Isn't it amazing how precious it is to breathe? To wake up every day and just be alive.

I sat up in bed stretching. My body felt like it had just gone through one of those expensive full body massages.

My mind flipped back to the dream I had last night. Could that be the reason I felt so happy? Because I dreamt of him?

I giggled softly biting my lip as I remembered the feeling of having him close to me, near me.

Sighing I felt for my slippers as I climbed out of bed going through my usual routine, brushing my hair and teeth, washing my face and heading out the downstairs.

I fixed my gown as I spotted Aunt Lily busy making breakfast in the kitchen.

"Morning!"

She smiled glancing at me as she scrambled the eggs, "funny, she wakes up early on Saturdays but not on school days,” she said as I kissed her cheek.

I chuckled settling down on a stool as I watched her place the eggs in front of me.

"You look extremely refreshed today, " she began taking out a carton of milk from the fridge and a glass from the cupboard, "in fact I would say you're glowing, " she paused eyeing me square in the face.

I blushed, "I guessed I just slept well,” I said looking at anything that wasn't her face.

Aunt Lily smiled, "or did you dream well?" She asked raising her eyebrows in the dirtiest manner.

My eyes widened as she laughed. I swear my aunt was still a high school girl.

She frowned suddenly as she shook the carton of milk, before giving me a scowl, "why would you put it back in the fridge when it's empty?"

"What? Me? I didn't have any milk yesterday, "I replied my eyebrows furrowing..

She rolled her eyes, "you are seriously lying to me right now Kaya? I mean the proofs right there,” she said pointing to two empty glass cups that sat on the counter.

My eyes widened.

Wait...but that was a dream...

A dream right?

"It's not a crime to eat just be responsible afterwards," my aunt replied turning back to her cooking with a deep sigh.

I started at the empty cups for a whole minute, barely able to feel my feet. My whole body became numb in a number of seconds.

Like I robot I led myself back to my bedroom ignoring my aunt who was still talking about being responsible,shutting the door behind me. I leaned against the door trying to put two and two together glancing at the balcony.

I walked to it and it was locked.

I had locked it yesterday so if I had really opened it for Azian yesterday it shouldn't be locked again.

It only locks from the inside so there was no way he would have escaped through the balcony and locked it too.

Nope I was crazy...it had been a dream.

A stupid felt very real dream.

It was kind of crazy how I remembered every single thing, how he smelt, how be felt.

Nope...i shouldn't over think this.

I shook my head 8 times fast to get the feeling off.

It had just be a dream. Why on Earth would THE Azian come to see me in the middle of the night?

Nope, I probably was hungry and drank some milk, came back to bed and forgot I did or mashed it up in the dream.

Then why where there two glasses?

I couldn't answer that.

Maybe I was sleep walking and-You know what this is just plain stupid.

It was a dream period.

I stood up and walked into my shower.

...

The day flew by in a rush, I went to Ally’s house for lunch. Her father was home and boy was he happy to see me. He said he had just met my father some days ago.

After that ally and I studied for a while, finishing up some homework, “did I tell you, you are glowing today?" She asked.

Her question caught me off-guard, what was happening? I shook my head with a confused smile plastered on my face.

"Well you are,” she continued still studying me close.

"Uhmm, thank-you" I replied, I wasn't going to tell her about my dream. It wasn't a big deal. I just wanted to be normal for once.

She shrugged going back to our homework when my phone vibrated.

I checked it out reading the text then groaned.

"What? What's wrong?"

I fell back into the linen sheets turning to look at Ally sideways, "my Dad is inviting me over for Sunday lunch at his home,"

Ally's eyes brightened, "with the step family?"

"Yeah with his new family," I replied tossing my phone to the side.

"You’re going right?" She asked.

"Nope," I replied sitting up.

"Why not?"

"Why should I?"

All rolled her eyes coming closer, "because you're he's daughter and he asked you."

I gave her that look that meant her pro talk wasn't enough.

She sighed, "So you're going to let Khloe take everything from you, your boyfriend, your father, your family?"

"Uhmm...she did not take my boyfriend, I never had one, and her mother took my family," I retorted.

"Whatever! He is YOUR father! And if you keep pushing him away you can't be surprised if he no longer plays the role, it takes a family to be a family. C’mon Kaya, you have to go. I can come with you if you would like,” she added gently pushing my shoulder.

I groaned glaring at her for a minute, “hate you sometimes" I said texting my father back.

She laughed picking up the text book, "there is a thin line between love and hate"

..

I started at the black ceiling my fingers twitching, it was quiet as it should be in the middle of the night.

I turned to the left trying to find the best position to sleep in. Secretly I was trying to find the position I slept in the other night.

See I had this theory. You know how when you have a good dream and then something stupid wakes you up and then you try to get back to the dream you had before you were interrupted by sleeping in the same position as before?

I was trying that, I wanted to continue the dream I had. It was stupid I know but deep down I couldn't deny the attraction I had for Azian. And who could blame me?  If I couldn't have him in real life why couldn't I have him in my dreams?

I settled for a fetus position slowly closing my eyes...waiting for sleep to take over. Hopefully God would answer my prayers and send me back to the dream I had before...

I woke up to the sound of a gentle rattle on my bedroom window.

I made it. I couldn't believe I made it back to my dream. This felt just like last night, a few minutes past midnight. The shadowy form by the balcony.

I wanted to pinch myself but I was scared would wake up. No, waking up was the last thing I wanted...

I touched my hair this time and I was glad to feel the two braids I did before going to sleep. Adjusting my robe I slowly made for the door. I felt nervous and my heart was beating twice as fast as it normally did.

I unlocked the door curiously and my heart missed a beat when I saw him.

He looked the same as yesterday, which made me believe this was a dream.

But who cared? He was here and that was all that mattered.

Once again his golden eyes shown through the darkness seeming to take me in.

"Hey,” my voice came out in a whisper, lower than intended.

I could see a faint smile form a cross his lips.

He didn't seem as drained out as he did last night, no...He seemed refreshed.

Without thinking I left the door ajar and walked into my room.

I heard the door click shut and his scent filled the room. One I could never quite guess the flavor.

I sat on my bed, fingers shaking. I really had no clue what to say. But it really didn't matter, it was a dream after all. I could look at him all I wanted.

To my surprise he sat right next to me, his golden eyes glowed brighter than I ever thought was possible. Another reason why this was a dream

I started at him not able to say anything, not wanting to say anything....not feeling like I needed to say anything. I felt his fingers slowly brush my braid from my shoulder.

"I like it when your hairs down, " he said slowly.

I touched my braids suddenly aware of them, "I do this before I sleep to stop them from curling" I replied taking my eyes away from him.

I could feel my heart beating faster...I thought he would like the braids for some reason.

"I don't hate it,” he replied, "there's nothing you do I hate,"

That made my cheeks heat up involuntarily. He stretched his hand against my side gently and I felt a very short tingly sensation.

Before I knew it my bouncy curly hair was draped over my shoulders, "I just love to see you the way you are."

I touched my soft hair, my eyes widening, "how did you do-"

"What your favorite color?" He asked

I paused watching him, my fingers relaxed, "gold," I finished

His eyes seemed to shine brighter.

Like what I said pleased him.

"Flowers?"

"Tulips"

His hands kept playing with the strands of my hair, without warning he took off his jacket. The air around me stiffened.

His dominance seemed to be suffocating me as he took off his shoes before making himself comfortable in the center of my bed.

I watched him curiously. He smirked at me, beckoning me to join him.

To my surprise I before I could settle beside him he pulled me into his laps and I could feel myself stiffen.

He brushed my hair to the side, "relax" he whispered in my ear as he dropped his chin on my shoulder.

I paused before succumbing this is all a dream. There is no harm is falling for my deepest desires.

I breathed out laying my head on his broad shoulders.

I felt him trail his nose against my neck and I let him giving him further access.

This gave me a sort of Deja Vu-what happened after our kiss. It made me open my eyes for a second, a frown developing.

Was I going to let him use me again? So what if it was just a dream? What if this was a process to forget him?

How could I get over him when I allowed him to hunt my dreams?

I suddenly got very uncomfortable and decided maybe this isn't the dream I wanted after all-I dream of him today and next Monday when I see him walking through the walls with my sister I'm just supposed to pretend it's all good?

How am I supposed to get over him like that?

This made me immediately feel like throwing myself out of his grasp. He would use me or my feelings like I was nothing again, not even in my dreams.

And this was in my dreams which meant if I wanted him to disappear he could. Nope-he definitely would.

Before I could do anything I felt his grip tighten around me. Almost like he felt it, felt my disdain and discomfort.

"Please" he begged, his voice dragged like he was holding on to something, "let me hold you,”

I paused for a second. And I almost did. I almost did let him hold me, I didn't.

I got out of arms and out of that bed, brushing my hair to the side, closing my eyes tightly wishing him away. The sooner the better maybe then I could really heal

I opened my eyes and frowned when I still saw him there starting at me with a subtle sadness.

Maybe I needed to voice it out so he could leave...I’ve watching this many times on tv. Tell your fear to go and it does.

"A-Azian, I n-need you to leave," my voice came out utterly confident but hey that was the first step. At least I said it right?

He watched me, a sudden cold feeling developed me and I could feel the hairs on my body stand up.

"You don't mean that" he said shortly he was breathing slightly deeper than before.

I gathered the last of my courage, "yes, yes I do, please take your leave,"

I shivered when I cold wind developed around me. I searched for the open window or balcony but everything was close.

His face seemed to darken before he smiled calmly, "please kaya, just a few more moments I need to be near you,"

My eyebrows furrowed, was this some voodoo drain my energy shit?

"No I'm good where I am, please go,"

I saw his jaw tick as he slowly stood up, "why?" He asked slowly, "tell me so I fix it,"

He looked so earnest when he said it.

"I can't be entertaining you in my dreams, how the hell am I supposed to get over you if I can't get you out of my mind, this is the greatest dream I've had so vivid everything seems so real. I could be going crazy, maybe the first step to delirium."

He watched me for a second before grinning a little, his smile could melt any frozen heart and I felt the wind dull a little.

His eyes glowed in the dark, "you're not supposed to"

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"You should be thinking about me, you are made for me" as he said it his eyes glowed even more as he started directly at me.

My heart was beating way too fast at the moment.

"Well I don't. I'm not your play thing. Neither you nor Mr Assholes. Now I made a part with myself. I will never entertain either of you again. Not in my dreams or in real life, I was made for me. Take your leave now." My voice was harsh and firm.

This is how they do it in movies right?

Be confident so it goes away.

Boy was I wrong.

I could see the struggle in his eyes as his beautiful golden eyes their struggling from blue to green to blue to gold.

Maybe it needed one more push?

"I won't be the girl that allows a boy to kiss and user her then let him go for sister then allow him to play with my feelings,"

"That wasn't me! My stupid host" he paused touching his head his eyes changing to his normal blue.

"Host?" I whispered. What the hell. It looked like an exorcism the way the picture frames began to rattle and the winds swirled around me.

Had my dream turned into a nightmare that quick?

I was scared right now as I watched him grind his teeth his eyes closed, when he finally opened them, the rattling stopped and the wind died down but the temperature remained low.

His eyes swirled like a whole galaxy mixtures of gold, green and blue as he placed both hands on opposite sides of me caging me in.

His jawline was rigid and his fists tight like he was holding something in.

"I'll come back later, for now rest well," he finally said and without warning he kissed my forehead.

I don't know how the darkness consumed me but all I know was that I woke up the next day. Back in my own bed.

Immediately I checked the balcony door but it was locked.

I sighed, what a strange dream.

I trudged into the bathroom feeling for my braids I had done the other night but I could feel them. I spin around starting at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was fuzzy and soft falling down to my shoulder.

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