P.O.V: Lucas
No woman has ever had this effect on me. I want to get to know her more. She's so intriguing, so seductive without even knowing. To me, she's perfect in every way possible. I don't believe in fate or soulmates, but now I think it does exist, although I'm not sure. What, I may call a coincidence, others to call it, fate. All I know right now is that I haven't slept this good for a long time, and honestly, I think I can stay in this position forever. It just feels so right and good to have her in my arms. I slowly went into a deep and peaceful slumber.
In Lucas's dream:
The house was very dark as if there were lights. The only light inside the house was the tv's light, but my vision had gotten used to seeing in the dark. I was in the basement once again fetching some beer for father. Mother had gone to a friend's house just like every Wednesday. As I was going back up the stairs, one of the bottles slipped and shattered on the ground. I could hear and feel fathers, heavy footsteps. I started shaking in fear, not knowing what was going to happen. When father finally reached me, he stood in front of me, looking down at me menacingly. He suddenly yelled at me.
Father: "Pick up the pieces now!!!"
I didn't dare say a word because I knew that there would be even more consequences. Tears started falling from my eyes, and a slight sob escaped my mouth. I looked up to see father kneeling next to me, picking up a piece of glass. At first, I was glad that he didn't do anything, but then he said to me in a low and dangerous voice.
Father: "Come here and give me your hand!"
I obeyed him and gave him my hand. He took my hand and put the glass on my hand, slightly, putting pressure.
Father: "Now, if I hear so much as a whimper, the cut will get deeper. Do you understand?"
Lucas: "Yes, father."
As he cut into my hand, I bit my tongue as I tried not to make a sound. He left a scar on my hand because the wound was so deep, I had to get stitches. Mother didn't say anything to him, for she knew that there would also be consequences for her.
Lucas waking up:
As I slowly opened my eyes, I was greeted with Emily's beautiful face and, she looked so angelic asleep. I started making shapes on her arm. I then looked at the scar on my hand, remembering the nightmare I just had, well, more like the memory that has been imprinted in my brain forever. I decided to look at Emily and try to forget the nightmare thing.