RUN! Not this dream again. I was running hard on the same colored sidewalk as my last dream. I look behind me and I see the woman in all black with a black veil shielding her identity.
Maybe I can try to change the dream somehow.
I try to stop running but I can't. It's as though my legs have a mind of its own.
Ahead of me I see what looks to be a house. It's too far away to make any detail of it but I'm getting closer with every step I take.
I look behind me and see that the mysterious person isn't there chasing me down. I look forward again and stop. Somehow, I have already reached the house. I'm on the front lawn where the grass is brown and dead. I look at the house and make a discovery. This is my house. The one I grew up in. But there's something different. It's very old and creepy looking. Like its about to collapse in on itself in any moment. I cautiously make my way to the front door. I stretch my hand out to turn the knob but snap my hand back when the door opens all by itself.
I take a look inside and see nothing. I step in and the door slams behind me. I look around. There's no furniture at all. The once vibrant paint on the walls are dull and peeling off. The floor is covered in layers of dust and dirt. I make my way upstairs. Every step creaks under my weight.
I get to the top step and turn left where my bedroom would be. I slowly walk inside and once again there is no furniture. I pass through the door and walk to the window. There are no other houses around. There's absolutely nothing.
I hear the door creak then a thud of it closing. I slowly turn my head around knowing what was waiting for me. The figure stood there in front of the door.
"Who are you?" My echoey voice asks.
The figure didn't say anything just took a step towards me. I took a small step back.
"What do you want?" I ask in a shaky voice.
The figure again didn't respond. It was slowly taking steps towards me. I took steps back, eventually stopping in the corner of the two walls.
"Who are you?!?" I ask again. Yelling very loudly.
The figure stops when it hears this. It's five feet away from me. It's black hand stretches towards me revealing a gun. It points it at me, the finger wrapped around the trigger. Ready to shoot at any moment.
"I'm your worst nightmare." It replies in a demonic voice. It starts evilly laughing. It takes more steps to me until it's face to face. It puts the gun to my head and laughs in my face. It's breathe smelling of rotting death. I try to scream but nothing comes out. The laughing gets louder and louder and the gun digs into my head. I try harder to get a scream out of me but I can't.

"Rachel it's ok."

I sat up in my bed and find that I'm gripping something. Turns out it was someone. I was breathing and shaking really hard. I look over to see Mitch there, sitting by my side with only boxers on. I loosen my grip on his arms.

"Shh it's ok. It was just a bad dream."

I didn't respond because I couldn't. My throat felt raw. I look over to the window to find that it was still nighttime. I'm still trying to catch my breath.

"You were screaming for like ten minutes straight."

I look back over to Mitch when he says this.

"Oh my gosh your face is pale. What was the nightmare about?"

I look into his eyes and shake my head.

"You don't want to talk about it?"

I shake my head again. I finally was able to control my breathing but my body was still shaking. I realize that I was still holding on to Mitch. I slowly take my hands away and rub my face.

"You ok now?"

I slowly nod my head.
Mitch slowly got up to go back to bed but before he took a step away from me I grab his soft hand. He turns to me.

"Can you stay here with me.....until I fall asleep?" I say. I felt like a child saying this, but I didn't want to be alone. Not after that dream.

"Yeah, sure."

I scoot over to make room for Mitch and lift the covers. Mitch slides in his legs and scoots down to lay his head. I made sure there was a significant amount of space between us so Mitch would be comfortable. I was still trying to control my shaking when Mitch settles down.

"Baby, are you shaking?" Mitch whispers.

"Little bit." I whisper back.

"Come here."

I roll over and face Mitch. He pushes his body up a little bit. He presses my body against his with my head gently tucked under his chin and laying on his arm. He wraps his arms around me. His warmth flows all over my body. My shaking gradually slows down and my eyes finally shut.

I wake up and find that Mitch and I were still cuddled together in my bed.

"Mitch, you awake?" I whisper.

"Yeah." He whispers back.

"Why did you stay?" I quietly ask.

"I stayed just in case you had another bad dream."

"Thank you."

"You have a perfect body to cuddle with plus you have a comfy bed."

I softly chuckle.
"I like cuddling with you too"

"Really?"

"Yeah."

All of a sudden we hear some noises downstairs.

"What was that?" I say.

"It's was probably Wyatt knocking some stuff down like usual." Mitch says with annoyance in his voice. "That fucking cat I swear sometimes. I love Wyatt to death, but he can get on my fucking nerves." Mitch adds.

After Mitch says that, we hear a soft purr. We both sit up very slowly to find Wyatt fast asleep at the foot of my bed.
Mitch and I look at each other.

"If Wyatt is there, then..." I began to say.

"Who's downstairs?" Mitch completes my sentence.

We hear a thud and some clanks.
Mitch lifted the covers to get off the bed.

"Mitch what are y-"

"Sh."

I sigh. "Well don't leave me here."

He reaches his hand out. I get out of the bed and tightly grab it. I walk behind him as he directs me. We tiptoe out of my room and down the hallway. We walk into a room that I didn't recognize. There was nobody in there just an unmade bed, a desk, a shelf, and Beyoncé posters.

"Scott isn't in his room." Mitch said in a panic.

Another clank follows and we snap our heads toward the kitchen. Mitch goes to the top of the step that leads to the kitchen. We go one step at a time until we see the whole kitchen.
We find Scott cooking or trying to cook something.

"Shit!" Scott says. He snaps his hand away from the stove probably because he burned himself.

"Scott what the fuck are you doing?" Mitch says.

Scott snaps his head around to face Mitch and I.

"Go back upstairs you can't be down here!" Scott yells, pointing a spatula at us.

"What are you.." I start to say.

"Go back upstairs!" Scott yells again.

"Ok! We're going cool your shit." Mitch says.

Mitch turns to go back upstairs and grabs my hand. We go back to my room and back in the bed. We prop up the pillows so we can watch TV. Mitch of course turns on SpongeBob.

"Oh by the way we're getting our nails done today." Mitch states.

"Who's we?" I ask.

"You and I."

"Oh.....ok."

A couple minutes later we hear Scott come up the stairs. He enters my room with a tray containing our breakfast.

"Breakfast is served." Scott says.

He lays down the tray across mine and Mitch's lap.

"There is homemade pancakes with a variety fruit and honey on top, along with hash browns, gluten free toast, and freshly squeezed orange juice." Scott says in a proud manor. "Oh and I put your meds next to your drink Rachel." He says to me.

"Wow Scotland! You did a good job." Mitch says to him.

"Yes I know."

I look over the tray and how neatly everything is laid out. He even added a little vase with two white daisies in it.

"Everything looks so good." I say.

"Well don't just stare at it." Scott says.

Mitch and I cut into our pancakes and eat it. We eat everything with the help of Scott picking at some of the food so he could eat as well.
When we were done, Scott took the tray from our laps.

"Y'all get ready so you can get your nails done. I'll clean up everything and make the beds."

"Thanks babe." Mitch says before he gets up and leaves to go get changed.
Scott watches Mitch as he leaves with a small smile on his face. Scott just stands there looking out the door even after Mitch left.

"Um....Scott?" I say.

"Yeah?"

"I have to get changed."

"Oh yeah right of course, sorry."

He closes the door and I strip my pajamas off and put on shorts and a gray spaghetti strap shirt. I go for a pair of leather sandals and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and do my makeup. I go for a simple look, nothing too over the top and put my chestnut colored hair up in a messy bun.
I walk down stairs already knowing that I have to wait for Mitch. I step into the kitchen or what's left of the kitchen. There was pots and pans everywhere. Along with dirty utensils and opened food packages. Scott was at the sink washing stuff, happily humming to a tune.

"Damn you sure made a mess." I say.

"Yeah this is gunna take me hours to clean up." He says without looking my way.
I walk towards him and was about to ask if he wanted help.

"You look beautiful today." He says, now looking my way.

"Thank you." I say.

"But not as beautiful as me." Mitch says as he walks in.

"Um rude!" I say playfully."

"Just kidding honey, you look gorgeous. Now come on we're gunna be late. Bye Scotty."

"Bye Scott."

"Bye guys, have fun!"

We enter the car and arrive at the nail salon in ten minutes.

As we step inside, the smell of nail polish surrounds us. The workers welcome us and tell us to pick a color.
Mitch and I look through shelves of nail polishes and I immediately find what I want. I find a metallic rose gold color.

"I think I'm gunna go for this one." I say holding up the bottle for Mitch to see.

"What's with you and that color?"

"I'm a little obsessed with it. It's such a pretty color. I mean I do have jewelry, shirts, a phone, and tons of eyeshadow in rose gold. I was just always attracted to that color. This sounds weird but it makes me feel happy.

"Interesting. I think I'm gunna go for this black matte color." Mitch says.

"Ok. Looks like we're all settled." I say cheerfully.

We walk towards one of the big chairs and take our shoes off. They fill up the small bath thing with water and we soak our feet. We get a full massage pedicure and a manicure. We are done in about an hour and a half. We thank them and carefully make our way back to the car and home trying not to ruin our nail polish.

We make our way back and find the kitchen all cleaned up. I decide to go upstairs to put my shoes away when Mitch grabs my hand before I could go upstairs.

"Hey um before you go upstairs Scott and I need to talk to you."

"Um.....ok." I say.

He gently pushes me towards the living room.

Oh shit they're going to kick me out! No they wouldn't do that, would they? Where am I going to go? Maybe I'll stay with Todrick. They wouldn't kick me out. I'm overreacting!

I sat down on one of the couches and shove my hands under my legs. It was a habit of mine whenever I got nervous.
I flashback to two weeks ago from today.

"Sweetheart, your mother and I would like to speak with you."
"Ok I'll be right up."

I felt sick to my stomach.

"Scott can you come down here please!" Mitch yells.

I hear Scott trudge down the steps. He sits down next to Mitch and they're both across from me.

"Rachel, we have something to tell you." Mitch says looking straight into my eyes then at Scott for him to continue.

"You see we've been keeping something from you."

Was this the secret?

"You see Mitch and I....."

Here it comes.

"Mitch and I...." Scott starts again but stops.

"You and Mitch..." I say.

Just fucking say it already! You and Mitch are what?!? Are leaving? Are dying? What?!?

"We're...." Scott says slowly.

"Yes..." I say.

I could feel my hands shaking uncontrollably under my thighs.
I could see that Scott was struggling with whatever he wanted to say.

"We are-"

I cut Scott off.
"If y'all don't want to tell me you do-" I was cut off by Mitch.

"Together." He plainly says.

"Come again." I say.

"Scott and I. We're together. As in were a couple."

"Please don't hate us." Scott says immediately afterwards.

"Hate you? Why would I hate y'all?"

"Because we kept it secret from you."

"Are you fucking kidding me! I am so fucking happy for you guys!" I yell, I get up from where I was sitting and hug them both tightly.

"So you're not mad?" Mitch asks.

"Of course not!" How long have you guys been together?" I ask pulling back.

"A year....from today." Scott says looking into Mitch's eyes.

"Holy shit it's your anniversary!" I yell.

"Yup! June 18th, 2015 is when we made it official. Oh and we would like it if you didn't tell like anyone because you are the only one that knows."
"OH MY GOD! I'm the only one! Not even Kirstie knows!"

"Surprisingly no!" Scott chuckles.

"How did you guys keep it secret from everyone that long?" I ask.

"It was really hard at first but then we got used to not constantly touch each other in front of everyone." Mitch states.

"Oh my god I could never do that!" I say in totally shock.

"Oh and those errands we had to run were actually dates." Scott confesses.

"I'm so happy for you guys! Thank you for telling me." I say as I hug them again.

I felt a huge weight lift from my shoulders. Thank God they finally told me.

Hey guys hope you liked this chapter. Fair warning it's gunna go downhill from here so be prepared. Vote if you want part 2 since this book is almost done and comment about what you think might happen! Have a lovely day and remember SMILE!
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