Break Up - Part VI

Nightmare

As quick as it went down, the rage went back up and I threw another shot glass against the wall. Lily whimpered then, and as soon as it left her white snout, I threw myself at her and apologized, “I’m so sorry, girl, Meli did it,” I bent down and picked up the shards, careful of Lily, “Promise me, Lily, you’ll never be dumb like daddy and fall in love, it hurts. It really does,” I turned and looked Lily, who sat at the entrance, watching dumbfounded.

At this point, I couldn’t walk straight, nor even have a single word leave my lips completely. Even Lily could smell the alcohol in my breath. Yet how can I convince his dog that it wasn’t his fault?
If any good came out of this rotten, shit filled relationship and pain was Lily, I thought.

Lily belonged to Meli at one point. Henry looked back at if fondly. Meli had gotten Lily from her first dog and watched her grow up. Meli then thought it would be best to take Lily away, since her parents already had too many dogs. Even though I was completely against having dogs, due to the fact that every dog I ever tried to own or even approach would growl and bite my hands.  Lily was the first to coward away in fear, and then slowly come to me and cuddle. Soon, we both felt comfortable eating in the same space, until it became tradition to eat right next to each other.

It got so bad, or good, that Lily cannot, and will not, eat until I served myself and if I came home late, Lily would make sure that I had someone to wait for me at the door, ready to give me a full day’s love.

Meli did something right.

“She destroyed my heart, Lil, but here you are,” I picked Lily up and tightly hugged her,” She gave me you,” and placed her back down, “Please never know pain, baby.”

I lower myself to begin cleaning the mess I made. Once I finished, I decided  it would be best for me to head over to the living room and put his soul to rest. As I left the kitchen, I turned the lights off and walk down the dimly lit hallway and into the dark living room. I lie on the couch and look up to the ceiling. Lily follows and lies next to me.

I doze off and am soon awaken by the barking as Lily stares in attack mode down the hall. I thought she was right beside me, but I soon realize that’s not the case. I can hear her whimper and like lightning, I jolt up and power walk to her. As I draw closer, I see she’s barking at the brightly lit dining room.

“Lily, I know your perception of time sucks, but it’s fucking late, mate,” I exclaim as I rub my eyes, but as soon as I finish my sentence, I remember that I had turned the light off.

Or maybe that was just the kitchen light, right?

Mechanically, I make my way to the kitchen and pours myself a shot as I try to process what just happened and how it could have happened. All I could come up with was that Lily did it and with that, I took the shot.

I grab the bottle I took a shot from, and turn the lights off, for sure this time.  I make my way down the hall, and at the same time my phone, in the dining room, goes off and I stop and head back and grab it.

David sent me a text:

BRO!! You’re missing out!!! Like WTF?? Plasma, NOW!!

“What am I missing out on?” I thought out loud, not life at the moment. I have some alcohol here. As I try  to text with my left hand, I see a light flicker in front of me. I walk down the hall and before I finish the text, I look up and see the light flowing out of the living room.

Now, I feel bothered.

Upset, My paranoia kicks in.

“Lil? There is a fucking ghost in the house, babe,” he whispers,” Fuck.”

Ding! My phone goes off again, startling him.

DUDE!! ……come to plamsa

As soon as I saw the text, the ghost floated out of my head and David took residence and continue my text:

Some other night

Ding!

It’s lit bro

I’m about to crash, see ya, be safe- I text him back.

PUSSSSSsyyyyy c:

Have some on me…LMAO

red pussy, white pussy, wet pussy…ALL OF IT on you? Hahahhahahha ok…no homo!

I misspelled plasma…go night night

I put my phone back down in my pocket and quickly forget all about the light in the living room, which is now off, and I head up to shower.

Once I finish, I dry myself and put on a clean pair of boxers and pat my hair dry. As I have my head tilted down, I can’t help but look at the crack of the bedroom door and see that a small beam of light is faintly spilling in.

“What the fuck?”

I know for a fact that he turned them off, or did I?

It must be the light in the hall. Yet, at this point my paranoia kicks back in and I remember that I never went back in to the living room and when I left, the lights were off.

His mind starts going in numerous directions, but before he can chase them, a shadow flies by on the other side of his door.

“There is someone else in here.,”

A tangible, human being right outside my room. Waiting for me.

Lily begins to bark now.

I head to my closet and grabs my bat. I yell, “Who’s out there?”

I throw open the door and makes my way down the stairs as I continue to call out to the strangers. As I make it down the stairs, I can see the lit living room and go on to check the doors and windows, assuring myself that it could not be an intruder as there are no signs of a break in. But when I come to this realization, I wish that it had been human.

As I fully process this thought, I make my way to the kitchen and drink straight out of the bottle. As I put the bottle down, from the corner of my eyes, I see a figure move across the living room and now is at the end of the dining room.

And as soon as I lose sight of the figure, the light in the living rooms goes out.

I run out of the kitchen, dropping the bottle, and race up the stairs not daring to look back until I reach the top, even if it is just a split second.

Was that a shadow? Or my drunk imagination?

I must be drunk and tired. I look at the time and see it is twenty to three and decide to call it night, no matter what.

I place the bat next to the bed and call Lily to the foot of the bed and turn the lights off, with the exception of the restroom light. I decide to leave the door open just enough to have the light bathe the corner of the room, near the closet. I look at the ceiling and stare at the center as I doze to sleep.

Not even an hour later, my eyelids pop open and my heart races as I try to move a shaking hand towards my chest.  But as soon as I do, I become aware that the restroom light is now off and the light is coming from under the bedroom door. My eyes move back to the restroom door, and from the corner of my left eye, I watch the same shadow slowly make its way to the corner of my bed.

The air grows colder.

I can’t move, and it inches closer.

I whimper, helplessly, as it climbs on to the bed.

My heart races and my fingers violent twitch as it smiles down on me while I watch it tightens its grip around my heart.