Dreamer - Chapter 32

The police officers were asking me all sorts of questions.

"What had he done in preparation before this point?"

"How did he prep me to introduce me to his bedroom?"

I didn't have a clue on how to answer, but daddy kept telling me that it'll all be alright. He kept informing me that none of this was my fault, or that I had nothing to be afraid of. He kept telling me that the officers were here to keep me safe from the bad guy, also known as Tyler. I couldn't help but notice daddy go to hand off the clothes I wore today to the officers and tugged at his sleeve, "I love those clothes."

"They just need them for a bit, princess. They're evidence." Evidence? What did he mean by that? They were just clothes. Tyler didn't even keep them on my body during his little.. game.

"I wasn't wearing them when he hurt me." I informed him, "He took them off."

One officer knelt down and placed a hand on my shoulder, "We will be extra careful with these clothes, and get them back to you as soon as possible."

I nodded.

Another officer put his notepad back into his front pocket and looked at daddy to ask the next question, "Would you feel safe with that man still living nearby, or should we recommend his departure be as quickly as possible?"

"Recommend his departure, please? I won't feel safe until the man who assaulted my child is gone." sad daddy.

"No." I told them, "This is Tyler's neighborhood too."

"Tyler?" The officer asked me.

"Yeah. Tyler," I pointed to the guy sitting in the back of their car, "Him."

The officer that knelt in front of me responded, "His name is Tex, honey."

"But his name is Tyler," I told him, "He told me it was Tyler." I could feel my heart start to repair itself a bit. My best friend was Tyler. Tyler didn't hurt me. Tex did. Tyler was fine. Tyler was a good guy. Tex is the bad guy. I shouldn't hate Tyler. I should hate Tex. I can't, though. Tyler is Tex. When I look at Tyler, or Tex, or whatever his name becomes, I will just see the man who destroyed me. I'll forever see the man who I once believed I could trust, who I once believed would do anything to protect me; I'll see the man who used me to get me to my weakest point.

The officer jotted something onto his notepad once more before looking back at me, "He was probably just avoiding on telling you who he actually was." He stood up, facing my dad before saying his next sentence, "We will do everything we can to make sure he stays away, sir."

Daddy nodded before letting them get on with their jobs. I stood at the window, watching as they hopped into the cop car where Tyler, or Tex, sat in the back; he stared at me with anger filling his eyes. Tex. Not Tyler. Why would a person lie about who they were in order to get something out of you? That.. that is something I'll never understand.

"You'll be safe now." Daddy said to me, placing a hand on my shoulder, "I want to be able to always keep you safe."

I want to be able to always keep you safe. Safe. I wanted to believe that. But who's really safe nowadays? I had thought I was safe back when I thought I had a new friend named Tyler, and looked where that got me. Life is just sadness wrapped up in a box with a big, beautiful bow waiting for you to open it; I just happened to open mine the night mommy died. I miss her. Would this have happened if it wasn't for her death? If mom was still alive.. would Tex have been able to hurt me the way he did? Dad said he was sick, but I always believed that I was just vulnerable enough to let him in.

"Lex."

"Five more minutes, dad." I groaned out.

"He's still at the hospital."

I opened my eyes to notice the black haired demon spawn cowering over me, "Why?"

He chuckled.

I managed to pull myself up without taking my eyes off of him, "I need to get to school."

"I'm just here to see if Mars gets back in your car once again."

"You aren't coming with me."

He laughed.

"I'm serious, Rev. First of all, you aren't even a student at school. Secondly, and this one is an important one, I'm not letting you follow me to school just so you can stalk another girl."

"First of all, it's not called stalking when the other person knows they need to see you," He responded, causing me to give an unexpected eye roll in response of his words, "and secondly, you are not going to be at school today."

Bullshit. I ignored his words and shoved him aside in order to grab my clothes and head into the bathroom. "I'm showering.. can't hear you!" I shouted out as I turned on the faucet. I took off the clothes from my body before staring back in the reflection of the mirror; running my fingertips gracefully along the skin, tracing the small marks and scars. Every little scar had its own story. Dad used to tell me that. I traced every freckle as I counted each one in my head all the way down to a scar I had located right above my most private area; I never did figure out just how I received the scar, but I sure do remember the exact night it appeared on my body.. as well as the man who gave it to me. I can still play the pain of that night over and over in my head. I hated that about me.

The door slowly opened, causing me to jump back and grab the nearest towel hanging over the rack. I was barely able to wrap the towel around my body just in time, "Rev!"

"Sorry. Sorry. I figured you'd be in the shower already." He had used his hands to cover his eyes, "I just wanted to remind you that you do not need school today."

"Why do you keep saying that I'm not going to school?" I figured I'd just ask him straight up. I prepared myself for him to come closer to me, but he actually kept his distance. Surprisingly, he didn't enter the bathroom at all.

"I wanted to take you to see how my kind of thing can actually be quite fun." He let off a small smile but it didn't flatter

"You expect me to skip school just so I can crash yours and Mace's party once again? Because that sure did work out so well the first time." I rolled my eyes.

"Not Mace," He made himself pretty clear, "It'll be just us."

That doesn't make it any better. "Why me?"

"Just get dressed."

"You didn't answer my-"

"You also don't need to cover up that gorgeous body."

"Get out." I went to close the door but he continued to hold it open.

"One other thing," He stated, "You may want to get used to not being at school."

"Get out!" I put as much force as I can against the door in order to get it shut once again, turning the lock before hanging my towel over the toilet seat and hopping into the shower.

Why was I allowing him to do this to me? I've always been the kind of student who went to class. No matter what. I always tried to be in school; I was kind of a nerd in that way. I tilted my head a little to the side to let the water run down my body; closing my eyes to take in the peaceful nature of the water stream for a couple seconds. It was honestly quite refreshing. Soothing, even. I don't know what it was about taking a shower that felt so damn relaxing but this really was the perfect stress relief. I lathered some shampoo on my hands before running my fingers through my hair, keeping my eyes closed as I let the water continue to hit against my face.

Once I got back out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my hair, giving my hair a little squeeze above the tub before fully exiting. I used another towel to dry off my body before putting my underwear and pants on. After, I put on my bra before staring back at my reflection in the mirror once again. The reflection staring back at me didn't even look like me; she looked lost. The girl staring back at me looked as if she had been crying, her eyes red and puffy, and she looked as if she just felt like screaming for help. My hand reached out to touch the mirror, running my fingers along the foggy glass watching as the reflection disappeared along with the fog to reveal my face once again.

I reached over to grab my shirt only for it to not be sitting on the counter where I left the others. Drat. I must've forgotten to grab it before. I tried to sneak my way out of the bathroom and into my room in a way where Rev wouldn't spot me.

"Hello bra." I overheard from behind me.

I picked up the pace into my bedroom, but his foot managed to stop the door from completely closing. "Can't I just get dressed in peace?" I asked him.

"I just wanted to see," the door pushed open to reveal his face, "I have to take a mental photo of this considering I'll never get a chance to see this moment ever again."

I grabbed the nearest shirt out of a box near me and held it up against my body, "And you also never will."

He chuckled as he took a step closer towards me, "Were you not the one who walked out in just a bra?"

"I just forgot to grab my shirt. That's all." I responded, "Nobody was supposed to be in this house besides me, anyway."

"Did you forget your shirt.. or did you actually just want to give me a little show?"

I tried to push him out, but he stood his ground quite well. "You can't get rid of me that easy," He told me.

"You want to see me get dressed?"

"I wouldn't complain."

"Fine," I began to take away my shirt to reveal the middle finger I hid behind it, "There. Now. Get the fuck out of my room."

He went over to a box and picked out another shirt; one that was a faded pink shade with little blue stripes wrapping around the sides, "I'll leave. But you should probably wear this shirt, instead. It looks pretty good."

"Why do you care?"

"I don't. Just figured I'll help you out." He said before waling back out of the room. I let off a sigh of relief. Finally. I took another look at the shirt Rev picked out. Michael had picked out that shirt for me. He said it had such a cute vibe to it.. I still remember him telling me that I had to buy it for myself before he'd buy it and let me find it under the tree on Christmas Day. If I had a dollar for the amount of times he would constantly remind me that the stripes reminded him of rubber bands.. but he used to always say how he loved it because of how good I always managed to look while wearing it. Whatever that meant. This shirt has always been a favorite of mine. I mean.. it's pretty damn cute, and I did look damn well amazing in it. I took off my towel, dropping it to the floor, before throwing the shirt over my head. Rev better not say a damn word about this. I obviously wouldn't wear it if I didn't like it myself. I walked into the living room to find Rev spread across the couch as if he owned the joint.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Nobody got rid of this damn thing?"

"What?"

"The couch."

"I'm pretty sure my dad just randomly found that. We haven't received our own furniture yet."

"My mom used to love this old thing." He sat up, running his hand across the cushion, "She used to fuss at me for putting my feet up because it'd 'ruin the cushions'."

"You just had your-"

"She's dead. I can do whatever the hell I want now."

I had no idea how to respond to that. I was still trying to figure out how he was able to just kill his.. but obviously he won't tell me how if I asked him.

"You wore the shirt." He broke me out of my trance.

"Yeah," I looked down at the striped shirt, "I liked this shirt, so why not?"

I caught him smiling but decided to just ignore it, "Why am I skipping school?"

"You'll see." He walked out the front door, turning back towards me, "Let's go."

I walked over to the door and followed him outside. If he was going to murder me, this would be the most perfect time for him to do it. The one person who would actually worry is currently hospitalized.. thanks to this asshole and his gun. If last night was ever going to be the last time I got a chance to see him.. God, I wish I ended our conversation a little differently. I don't even think I know the person I'm slowly becoming. I knew the person I was before I met Rev.. before I met Ace. That was a person who would have feared for her life before walking out the front door, but now? Now I am the person who was able to hold a gun up at the innocent and pull the trigger. I've never known this person. Ever.

What did this town do to Alexis Kiele?