I Know You're There: Malevolent Innocence

*Conclusion to the I Know You're There trilogy* Reuben's dead. Never to return. Tori doesn't grieve, she gets on with her life. In fact, her and Damien's wedding is coming up. Sure, she loves him, but not like she loved Reuben. Everything's fine; absolutely fine. Despite the fact she cries herself to sleep, and prays for Reuben to come back every moment, everything's fine. What am I saying? It's Tori Hills, nothing's going to be fine, especially when she's about to devote her life to the wrong guy. 'I swear, if mine and Reuben's love was fire, we'd be nothing, but ash.'

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3. 'It's just a dream.'

Suddenly, I awoke, screaming my lungs out. That nightmare was awful... It's a shame the whole marrying Damien bit was reality. I dreamt that Reuben came back, but not get me, simply just to kill Damien, and leave again. Of course, that would never happen. Reuben returning was impossible, and him killing Damien? Too far. Nonetheless, I sat there, in my bed, sobbing Reuben's name.

Damien sat up beside me, and I heard his covered up sigh. Half of it was more having night terrors again, the other half was for pining for Reuben. He hated the fact that I still wanted Reuben, but he tried not to show it. 

"It's okay, it's just a dream," Damien cooed, pulling me into his arms.

Instead of squirming, I buried my face in his chest, praying to get those terrible images out of my head.

"What happened!?" Ollie demanded, running in, in his boxers, with a tennis racket - I guess baseball bat was too cliché for him.

"What the hell are you doing here!?" I squeaked, wondering why Ollie happened to be in my home at two in the morning.

"Damien said we could spend the night," Ollie shrugged his shoulders, almost hitting the bookshelf with his racket.

"And where the hell did you get that racket?!" I joked, trying to ease the tension.

"I don't know, you're the hoarder, not me," he shrugged his shoulders again, a smirk playing with the corners of his lips.

I gasped in mock horror, and pressed a hand to my chest, "How dare you! And go put some clothes on, please. I'm sure Mollie loves it, but I certainly don't," I teased, shooing him off.

Ollie flashed me a sorry smile, not the sorry-I'm-in-my-underwear, but the good-luck-explaining-your-situation-to-Damien sort of one. My shoulders shook as I calmed myself down, the dream still oozing itself into my memory. I crushed my eyes shut, trying to push it out, but that made it worse.

"Maybe you should see a therapist, or something, about your nightmares," Damien quietly said, rubbing my back.

Instead of the mock horror earlier, I genuinely gasped in fear, "Are you crazy!? Last time I did that, I almost got myself killed!" 

I remembered Doctor Taylor chasing me out of the clinic, as I bolted across the road. A car came swerving toward me, but Reuben happened to back from the dead, and shoved me out the way. It's heartbreaking to know that he really was dead this time. Dead - it's such a harsh word. Died - much... nicer?

Damien sighed, and let go of me, "Well, you won't talk to me about it, you need to talk to someone. Ollie? Cade? I don't know, just someone," he said, quite exasperated.

"There's only one person I'll talk to about my nightmares, but he happens to be six feet under," I coldly remarked, and got out of bed.

Angrily, I stalked off downstairs, not knowing what to do. Damien didn't deserve that comment - he sure as hell didn't deserve half the things I said to him - but I needed to say it. It was the equivalent of saying I trusted Reuben, but not him. Why did I have to be such a bitch to him? I did not deserve him whatsoever, and he did whatever he could to save me from depression.

I just sat at the kitchen counter, and forced myself to think about it

*

 

Frantically, the men shoved Damien away, making him fall to the ground, blood falling from his nose. I whimpered, as he got up, swaying with dizziness. Everything may as well have happened in slow motion, that's how it appeared. Damien was kicked out of the way, as Reuben was hauled into the back of the van, against his will. Just before the doors loudly slammed shut, he mouthed 'I love you' to me.

My heart shattered, as I paralyse to the cell. My feet felt as though they were actually glued to the floor, and Damien staggered around, trying to get his bearings. All in one instant, Reuben screamed, cursed, yelled, I didn't know, and it was cut off. He was cut off by the sound of a gunshot. Just as I feared, from underneath the door of the van, one trickle of dark red blood caressed the road, in a murky puddle.

No sobs left me. No tears fell. I was paralysed. A pain in my gut caused me to gag a couple times, as I pieced together this insane puzzle. Reuben... Reuben was dead. Reuben, my Guardian Angel, he'd fallen. He'd fallen into the realm of hell, and I no longer had him. 

Damien hauled himself to his feet, just as I bolted forwards. Unsteadily, he grabbed my around the waist, lifting me from the floor. Screaming my lungs out, I tried to get away from him, as desperate as I'd ever been. I had to get to Reuben, there was still a chance!  Angrily, I elbowed Damien, and clawed at his arms. He attempted to whisper soothing words in my ears, but all I could hear was Reuben's past profanities. The pure hatred in his voice, as he demanded for them to never lay a finger on me. He wasn't yelling to save himself, he was telling them to never come near me.

Sobbing erratically, Damien took me away from the scene, as the van drove off, leaving a stain of blood on the road. My throat was incredibly dry and sore, but I still screamed, cursing the day those men were ever born. For hours, I screamed, I sobbed, I stressed. I broke everything in my sight, and my leg would take twice as long to heal from all of my kicking. I needed a straight jacket or something, but Damien kept me calm enough not to go jump off of the closest building.

*

I missed him. I wanted him. I needed him. I'd give my life, if I could have Reuben hold me whilst I died. I'd give everything I owned, to see him smile at me one more time, for saying something awkward. I'd move a thousand miles away from my family, to feel Reuben's gentle heartbeat against mine, as he kissed me, just once. I'd break up with Damien, to see his blue eyes for a split second. I needed him so much!

"I hate you!" I screamed at no one, a curse between I and hate, which I don't really want to share.

"Tori, breathe," Damien instructed, leaning over the counter to caress my cheek.

What? When did he get there? 

"No! Leave me alone!" I yelled, and made a beeline for the front door.

He blocked the exit, gripping my shoulders tightly, "Do you really hate me?" he whispered, his eyes melting.

"No, Damien... I wasn't talking about you. Please, I need some fresh air," I mumbled, pushing him to the side.

Once I was outside, sitting on our porch, at two in the morning, all I could think was - how high up do I need to be, if I were to jump, and die?

 

A/N

Aloha everyone! (Don't ask why I just went Hawaaiin, it felt appropriate, and my spelling of Hawaaiin is obviously terrible)

Anyways, as you all probably know, I didn't update in like a week, and I published chapter two today. Since I was so mean and didn't update for a whole week, here's another chapter to make up for it! I missed school, because I'm ill, so yeah. Sorry if it's bad, and how horrible Tori turned out, but just go with the flow!

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