Dreamer - Chapter 28

"Rev," I folded my arms across my chest, "What did you mean by that?" I could feel the worry fill my face. I can't be living inside his old house. No. What if I'm sleeping inside the same bedroom that he slept in? The things that he could've done in this house.. the things that could've happened.. I can't even think about. I used to feel so safe here. I used to think that this was the one place that wouldn't have the constant reminder of Rev written all over the walls.

"Well, this house didn't belong to me." He said. I let out a sigh of relief.

"It actually belonged to my parents." He followed up and I let out a choke. He stood and watched as I tried to calm myself back to normal, looking back up at him.

"Why did you decide to tell me this again?"

"I didn't," He answered, "It was an accident. I would never want to burden you with a secret like this."

"Your life is a secret?"

"Yes."

"I bet Ace knows."

He didn't answer.

"I bet Ace knows everything about you; from the truth behind how your childhood actually was to the tough bad boy exterior you project for everyone to see."

"Maybe he does.. maybe he doesn't."

"Why wouldn't you tell your best friend your secrets?"

"Why would I tell my best friend something I'd never tell anyone?"

"Isn't that what best friends are for?"

"Best friends don't exist."

"But wouldn't Ace-"

"He's not a best friend. I don't have any best friends."

I can see why. I had a feeling anyone in their right frame of mind could see how someone like Rev could be friendless. "Is he even a friend?"

"No. He's a member of my clique."

"Do you realize how stupid that sounds?"

"Pardon?" He took a couple steps closer to me.

"Wouldn't it be easier to just say that Ace was a friend of yours? You guys always seem to be hanging out a lot, and you both do seem to be some kind of team. The two of you are connected, almost as if you both were fused together; if I saw the two of you out in public, I would automatically just assume something was up with the two of you."

"Why would you see us out in public?"

He cannot be serious. "Why wouldn't I? Strangers see you all the time. What makes me so different?"

"Strangers can't ever see me," He stated, "Ever."

"How naïve can you be?"

"Excuse me?"

"Oh.. I'm sorry. I guess this stranger was special."

"You're not a stranger."

"I was three days ago. You expected me to have known you before I even knew you?"

"I could have."

"Really?"

He leaned over my small body, wrapping his fists around my own and using them to pull me up so that our bodies held each other up. Our eyes locked and his lips opened to speak, only to close once again.

"Why did your parents move out of this house?" I asked him, suddenly changing the subject of the conversation, trying to fix the sudden awkward that had come between us.

"Who said they moved out?"

What? Where would they have gone? What happened to his parents? Although a small part of me made an assumption as to what happened to him, I still felt like asking. "What the hell did you do?"

"The thing most teenage boys do when he gets pissed off at his parents."

"You kicked them out!?" I shouted before calming myself down once again as I remembered my father was just across the house, "Why on Earth would you even think about doing that? What made you even want to do that in the first place? A teenager will have disagreements with their parents, but I just can't seem to comprehend how you could just kick them out. Parents help us grow.. no matter how different they are from us. How could you even-"

"Lex." He sighed.

"I just can't seem to understand how you could even think to kick them out.. all because you got pissed off at them."

"I didn't kick them out."

I looked back at his direction as my eyes began to fill with confusion and wonder, "What did you do?"

"I said I did what a normal teenager would do when they disagree with their parents.. or at least what they wish they could do to them?"

"Rev." I could actually feel my body fill with the fear inside me.

"I just killed them. They kind of deserve it after they handed their child a small black handgun as a gift." He said those words so calmly, as if they had no meaning.

"K-Killed them?" I took a step back, "How many nutcase ideas have you gotten yourself into?"

"Quite a few."

"Why do you?"

"Why do I.. what?"

"Why do you do the things you do? Don't you ever get that small voice in the back of your mind telling you just how stupid they are? What if the police ever caught you?"

"The cops aren't ever going to catch me."

"They might. You never know when something like that will happen. Nobody in the world can stop the unexpected from happening. Trust me."

"If they were going to catch me, wouldn't they have done it by now?"

I went to say something but stopped myself. He did have a point. It still didn't make sense, but he did have a point. Did he? Did I even have a point? Why was I here? Why did I let him share so much of himself with me? Why didn't I just kick him out the second he invited me to come out with him today?

"Besides.. they can't actually find the evidence that proves what I do is real." He stated.

"You can't be serious. What about the raids.. the circles.. the things Ace had done.. you guys could not have done any of those horrible things, to anyone or anything, without leaving around some kind of evidence behind?" I found my eyes staring off into the distance, trying not to look at Rev as I remembered the horrible incident I watched Ace do to the poor nurse at the hospital. To think that Ace had so many other victims before her, without getting caught once, made me feel uneasy.

"Maybe."

I sighed, finding the need to change the topic, "Your parents were your first kill?"

"No."

I found my eyes connecting with his again. Who the hell did he kill before them? Why? What the hell was wrong with this guy? Why do I just allow this guy to come into my life whenever he feels like it? Why didn't I just forget and ignore him when I had the chance? Why didn't I tell my dad about him on that very first night? I leaned back, falling onto my bed, "You're a goddamn monster."

"I didn't mean to do it the first time." He defended himself.

"Didn't mean to? You mean to tell me that you just happened to kill someone by accident?"

"I wasn't thinking of killing people when I was twelve years old. Lex, I'm not insane."

I avoided the last part, letting off a silent sigh, "You mean.. you weren't actually born a killer? Wow. That's such a fucking relief."

He smirked, "No. I wasn't. I used to have common sense."

I let off a chuckle.

"You find that funny?"

"Yes I do. Want to know why?"

"Why?"

"People who have common sense don't just drive up the driveways of random people, even if their parents did used to live in that one particular house. People who have common sense don't force random girls they just met met on random joyrides, scaring them and making them feel as if everything that led to that one moment was her own damn fault. People who have common sense don't shoot their best friends, or whatever it is that he is to you, just for the hell of it. People who have common sense don't just appear in someone's house without their consent to randomly buy them food; that's called breaking and entering. Don't even get me started on the fact that people who have common sense don't just show up to some person's school and hold them fucking hostage in some storage closet while the person is knocked the fuck out. That, Rev, is why I find your little remark so damn funny."

"I didn't realize this person felt so scared around me."

"She feels terrified around you."

"Maybe she just needs some protection." I noticed his hand go down to the same pocket that he pulled a gun out of just before.

"Rev."

"What?" He asked me.

"Why are you doing down into your pocket like that?"

"No reason."

Soon enough there was a knock at my door. Rev turned quickly, his hand resting right above his pocket. I tapped his arm before letting my words take the best of me. "Come in."

My dad opened the door, letting his jaw drop the second he saw Rev. I can tell he was a little afraid, seeing how Rev's appearance would do that to someone who wasn't expecting him.

"Who's this?"

"He's just someone I met at school. We were going to study together."

"You can do better than that, babe." Rev spoke softly but I guarantee my father still heard him.

My father looked back at me all confused, "What does he mean, Princess?"

I swallowed a lump in my throat. I didn't want to tell my dad who this actually was, or how I met him. Before I said anything else, Rev spoke out.

"Don't you remember me Mr- Lex's father?"

"Should I?"

I really did want to punch Rev right about now. "He probably doesn't." I said to Rev through gritted teeth. I wanted Rev to get the hint that my dad didn't know who he was so badly. If I would've known my father was going to find out who he was himself, I would've been honest about who he was as soon as it happened. My hands settled on my lap; my left palm on top of my right first, rubbing against the top to try and calm myself down. I cannot go off on Rev. Not now.

"No. No. He should know who I am. I met him the same day we met." Rev said. I choked on my breath.

"I don't remember." My father's voice trailed off.

"Alexis? What's going on?" I asked, rolling down my window. A guy turned Lex around quickly. "Alexis?" I asked her again. I sensed trouble. Lex looked nervous. Very nervous. I noticed the guy standing behind her lean down to whisper something in her ear.

"I'm fine." She answered with a small smile.

"Oh. Well, it's getting pretty late. Why don't you tell your new friend goodbye and hop in the car so that we can-"

"I'll let her go soon, sir." The guy behind her said to me.

I just nodded, driving back up the driveway until I reached the house.

"You're that guy." My dad pointed towards Rev.

"I'm that guy." Rev let off a smile.

What was he doing? Was Rev actually planning to tell my father everything? I couldn't allow it. No. I jumped off the bed and pushed Rev out of the room. "I think it's time for you to go home."

"I thought I told you where my home was."

"Get out." I whispered into his ear, "It's my house now."

He gave me a slight smirk before walking towards the front door, staring at the doorknob. He let off a chuckle.

I, growing impatient, opened the door and pushed him out. "I said get out."

Rev fell forward, and if it wasn't for him catching his balance, he probably would've crashed on his face. I couldn't help but stifle a laugh.

"Lex?" He asked, facing his back towards me. I saw his hand slide down to his pocket, his shirt lifting a bit. My eyes widened but I couldn't move my feet.

"Y-Yes Rev?" I was trying to sound as calm as possible. The last thing I needed was to freak my father out. He remained silent as I took a step backwards, hiding behind the door so that only my eyes could face him.

"Princess?" My dad asked, coming out of my room. He noticed how I had been standing and came closer, holding his hand to reach for me, "What's wrong?"

"Run Lex." I heard Rev growl. So did my father.

"Dad, run!" I screamed. But he just stood there, staring at both me and the thing Rev was holding in his hand. "Dad!" I screamed out, louder than before.

"L-Lex?" He got out in one breath. My heart sped back up, jumping up and down inside of me. I slid out from behind the door and grabbed my dad's hand, pulling him closer towards me, but it was too late. Rev pulled the trigger and my father fell back as his hand attached itself to his shoulder.

"Daddy!" I cried out. I fell down to my knees next to his body and placed my hand on top of his wound. "You'll be okay, daddy. You'll be okay."

Rev stood in the doorway, not doing anything but staring back at me. His gun had fallen to the ground. "I'm so sorry."

I turned my head to the side so that I could face him. Tears already were sliding down my cheeks. "Of course you're not. You're never fucking sorry."

"I seriously didn't realize he was there." He tried to explain, but I wasn't listening. I didn't care. This was my father. He shot my fucking father.

"You just like to shoot off that thing at wherever, or whoever, it's pointed at when you're in a pissy mood?"

"No!" He shouted. He ran in, leaning down on the other side of my father, "Is there anything I could do? I'll do anything."

"How about you never use a gun again in your fucking life?"

"Besides that."

"Why? You've shot so many people.. apparently. Your parents.. your best fri- Ace.. you even shot my dad. You didn't even know him!" I felt more tears fall down my face, "You're a bastard."

"I could call 911."

"No."

"You're really going to let your father suffer and you call me the bad guy?"

I ignored him.

"Seriously Lex.. I'll call the paramedics right now."

"Get out."

"What?"

"I said get out!" I pointed towards the door, "Get the hell out of MY house!"

He shuffled up to his feet, going over to pick up his gun before looking at me once again, "You are seriously a horrible fucking person if you're just going to let your father suffer through his pain.. just like you did."

"Fuck off Rev." I turned my head to find he was gone. More tears escaped from my eyes, sliding down my cheeks.

You are seriously a horrible fucking person if you're just going to let your father suffer through his pain.. just like you did.

I ran towards my room, grabbing my phone and dialing 911, "Hello? Yes. I would like to report an.. accident."