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Adult +
Chapters:
9
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931
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Chapter Nine
I laid staring at the ceileing, and when Jon came back at dinner, I played possum. I didn\'t wanna eat, I didn\'t wanna talk, and I sure didn\'t want any company. But that didn\'t stop Bert from bugging me. So I made myself go to sleep, which was worse then Bert pestering me. When I closed my eyes, fel fell asleep, I dreamed. And now I lie here awake, staring at the ceiling, listening to Bert mumble to himself, and remember the nightmare I\'d woken from.
Most people wouldn\'t consider dreaming of a beautiful brunette, with dark chocolate brown eyes a night mare. But
I\'m not most people, I\'m Tomas Grant, and that is my nightmare. Dreaming of Terri has always been my nightmare. I always see her how I made her... dead. but even dead, and cover in her own blood, she\'s as beautiful as she\'s always been.
I remember her last words. Or what she\'d tried to say as her last words.
*\'Tomas, please! Don\'t do it! Tom please! I\'m...\'*
And then it was over. I often wonder what it was she was trying to tell me.
\'It\'s not important, Tom. Just forget it.\' Bert says.
He\'s now sitting in the chair Dr. Weis sits in, looking blankly at me.
\"I will.\" I respond quietly.
\'What\'s wrong?\"
\"What do you mean?\" I ask.
He wants to know why I\'m being so quiet.
\'What\'s on your mind Tomas, other than Terri?\' Bert asks me.
He seems to be... anxious. I\'m not sure about what.
\"Is something supposed to be on my mind?\" I ask.
\'I don\'t know Tom, is there?\' Bert counters.
\"Lets not play this game, Bert. Get to your point, or leave me be.\" I say.
He chuckles, and I hate it.
\'Get to my point? Tell me, Tom. What is usally my point? What loose ends do we HAVE to tie up?\' Berts asks.
\"My girls.\" I say.
\'And who else?\' He asks.
\"Who else?\" I backback.
\'Jon.\' He says.
I remain quiet. I like Jon. I don\'t want to have to hurt him, but I know Bert will make me. Jon knows too much. Bert blames me for that, cause I couldn\'t keep my big mouth shut. He can sense my hesitancy, and it\'s beging to upset him.
\'Tom! Say it!\' He says, his voice begining to rise.
I avoid looking at him. I don\'t wanna say it. I don\'t even wanna think about about it at this point. If I think about it, I\'ll close off, and I need to get it out, and THEN take care of all the rest.
\'Tomas! Say it!\' Bert says again.
I look at him. I open my mouth, then shut it again. He glares.
\"Jon too.\" I say softly.
\'Good. Now, don\'t think about it. You just worry about your girls, and I will take care of all the rest.\'
I nod. \"When will I know?\" I ask.
\'I\'ll tell you, just like I always do. You just think of a way to get those girls.\' He answers.
He\'s pacing now, and I\'m watching him go back and forth across the room.
\"Can I take care of Lynnette first?\" I ask.
\'After Jon, yes, she\'ll be first.\' He says slowly.
I nod, my mind working on a way to get Lynne. And then... then I\'ll take care of Mirannda, then Laurynn. Save the sweetest for last, and take care of the best first. He had his reason\'s for wanting it this way, and the only other one that knew those reasons was Bert.
\'And what do we do about the men in their lives, Tom?\' Bert asked, breaking the quiet.
\"Silence them.\" I say.
\'Or?\' he asks.
\"Or? What to you mean or?\" I ask.
\'Or silence yourself.\' Bert says all too cooly.
Silence myself? This was new, and I didn\'t like the idea of it at all.
\"I don\'t thso, so, Bert! They will be the ones that are silenced, not me!\" I say.
He can tell that I\'m angry that he suggested such a thing.
\'What if they silence you?\' Bert asks.
\"Not going to happen! I know how to do my job properly.\" I say.
\'It could happen, Tom. Nothing is impossible, and you are
not superman.\' Bert tells me.
\"Why are you saying this? Do you want me dead Bert?\" I ask.
He doesn\'t answer me, but dissapears instead.
\"Bert! I want an answer!\" I say, my own voice raising.
But still I recieve none. Instead I notice Dr. Weis, and Jon watching me through the window in my door. I flip them the bird, and turn my back to them as I lay down on my bed.
Bert and I WILL talk later. He\'s raised questions in my mind that I\'ve never had before, and I don\'t like it.
Most people wouldn\'t consider dreaming of a beautiful brunette, with dark chocolate brown eyes a night mare. But
I\'m not most people, I\'m Tomas Grant, and that is my nightmare. Dreaming of Terri has always been my nightmare. I always see her how I made her... dead. but even dead, and cover in her own blood, she\'s as beautiful as she\'s always been.
I remember her last words. Or what she\'d tried to say as her last words.
*\'Tomas, please! Don\'t do it! Tom please! I\'m...\'*
And then it was over. I often wonder what it was she was trying to tell me.
\'It\'s not important, Tom. Just forget it.\' Bert says.
He\'s now sitting in the chair Dr. Weis sits in, looking blankly at me.
\"I will.\" I respond quietly.
\'What\'s wrong?\"
\"What do you mean?\" I ask.
He wants to know why I\'m being so quiet.
\'What\'s on your mind Tomas, other than Terri?\' Bert asks me.
He seems to be... anxious. I\'m not sure about what.
\"Is something supposed to be on my mind?\" I ask.
\'I don\'t know Tom, is there?\' Bert counters.
\"Lets not play this game, Bert. Get to your point, or leave me be.\" I say.
He chuckles, and I hate it.
\'Get to my point? Tell me, Tom. What is usally my point? What loose ends do we HAVE to tie up?\' Berts asks.
\"My girls.\" I say.
\'And who else?\' He asks.
\"Who else?\" I backback.
\'Jon.\' He says.
I remain quiet. I like Jon. I don\'t want to have to hurt him, but I know Bert will make me. Jon knows too much. Bert blames me for that, cause I couldn\'t keep my big mouth shut. He can sense my hesitancy, and it\'s beging to upset him.
\'Tom! Say it!\' He says, his voice begining to rise.
I avoid looking at him. I don\'t wanna say it. I don\'t even wanna think about about it at this point. If I think about it, I\'ll close off, and I need to get it out, and THEN take care of all the rest.
\'Tomas! Say it!\' Bert says again.
I look at him. I open my mouth, then shut it again. He glares.
\"Jon too.\" I say softly.
\'Good. Now, don\'t think about it. You just worry about your girls, and I will take care of all the rest.\'
I nod. \"When will I know?\" I ask.
\'I\'ll tell you, just like I always do. You just think of a way to get those girls.\' He answers.
He\'s pacing now, and I\'m watching him go back and forth across the room.
\"Can I take care of Lynnette first?\" I ask.
\'After Jon, yes, she\'ll be first.\' He says slowly.
I nod, my mind working on a way to get Lynne. And then... then I\'ll take care of Mirannda, then Laurynn. Save the sweetest for last, and take care of the best first. He had his reason\'s for wanting it this way, and the only other one that knew those reasons was Bert.
\'And what do we do about the men in their lives, Tom?\' Bert asked, breaking the quiet.
\"Silence them.\" I say.
\'Or?\' he asks.
\"Or? What to you mean or?\" I ask.
\'Or silence yourself.\' Bert says all too cooly.
Silence myself? This was new, and I didn\'t like the idea of it at all.
\"I don\'t thso, so, Bert! They will be the ones that are silenced, not me!\" I say.
He can tell that I\'m angry that he suggested such a thing.
\'What if they silence you?\' Bert asks.
\"Not going to happen! I know how to do my job properly.\" I say.
\'It could happen, Tom. Nothing is impossible, and you are
not superman.\' Bert tells me.
\"Why are you saying this? Do you want me dead Bert?\" I ask.
He doesn\'t answer me, but dissapears instead.
\"Bert! I want an answer!\" I say, my own voice raising.
But still I recieve none. Instead I notice Dr. Weis, and Jon watching me through the window in my door. I flip them the bird, and turn my back to them as I lay down on my bed.
Bert and I WILL talk later. He\'s raised questions in my mind that I\'ve never had before, and I don\'t like it.