Chapter 7

It doesn’t go any further. Not physically at least. After ten minutes she wakes up and apologizes for dosing off like that.

For the rest of the night, she stays cuddled up next to me and we talk about likes, dislikes, hopes and dreams. I learn that despite her soft and shy personality she is a very strong and independent person. The last guy she was with treated her like a sex object. She made it clear that she wasn’t abused, just used.

She had known she was going to be a vet since she was ten years old. She had a sort of chemistry with animals. Her and her father were hunting in the mountains and they came across a wolf in a bear trap. Her father was obviously too distracted by something to notice. Ten year old Rebecca pulled the teeth of the trap apart, letting the wolf go. She wasn’t eaten by the damn thing.

Normally, I wouldn’t believe something like this, but her voice the look in her eyes is so convincing. We have another thing in common. We didn’t fall into the trap of technology. We still watched DVDs and never switched to Blue Ray in ‘07 or PLVD’s in ‘14.

Rebecca is very sympathetic when I tell her about Jill cheating on me and taking half my shit. I leave out the fact that I wasn’t man enough to give her the child she wanted. Her sympathy comes in the form of a long hug in witch she put her head on my shoulders.

I feel a twisting sensation deep in the pit of my stomach. I’ve felt it before. Just not this quickly after meeting someone. I think I love her. I don’t want to though. The first person I fell in love with thought of me as a good friend. Nothing more. For her it was nothing awkward about it. It was a different story for me. Every time we went to an amusement park, or the movies, I couldn’t help but feel inferior for loving someone that would one day feel the way I do for somebody else.

The second love screwed my ass. What a bitch.

When the Grudge is over, I ask her if she wants another movie. She smiles and nods her head. Another Japanese monster movie is flashing on the T.V. but neither of us is paying attention.

That’s when I catch something in the corner of my eye. I turn my head for a clearer look. A Mother and child are standing perfectly stiff, clearing at me. I just stare back. Then things get crazy. The mother’s head begins to slowly merge, twist and turn. The soft texture of her face transforms into a leathery, gray…thing. Her head is replaced by a rhino’s. Then she takes out a bible and shoves it in the child’s face.

The petrifying gaze of the rhino’s head never leaves my face. I’m too shocked to do anything.

“What is it?” Rebecca’s soothing voice seems like order amidst the chaos. I stare into her dark eyes.

“I thought I-” I turn back around and find the mother and child are gone.

The phone rings. I pickup the handheld and press it against my ear. “Hello?”

“It’s Dr. Blue.”

“Yeah?”

“You don’t sound tired. I was trying to decide weather or not to hold you in for a longer treatment. I decided to decide on how you answered the phone. Since you’re not tired, your treatment is being expanded. Come in tomorrow for some tests. Your session with Wells is cancelled for a week.”

“Whoa, wait. How much longer am I going to be on this?” I can’t help but wonder why he’s calling me so late at just night to discuss a treatment.

“You’ll see tomorrow.” The phone clicks.

Some fucking doctor. I hang up.

“That was Dr. Blue. He wants me to start new tr-”

Rebecca is sound asleep. Again. Just like that. I pick her up and carry her to my bed. Then I gently lay her down and put the covers over her. Before I go to the living room to pass out on the couch, I kiss her on the forehead. She smiles the instant my lips come in contact with her brow.

Despite the clear day, the air musty as all hell. Worse than Mississippi.

“Hello! Hello!” Jill pats me on the shoulder.

“Huh?”

She giggles, “God, could you stop daydreaming for five seconds?”

“Was I?”

“When aren’t you?”

“Well, I’m a daydreamer.”

It’s true. Ever since I was in second grade, my number one hobby was daydreaming.

“That’s your worst quality.”

I hate dreams like that. Where you dream about someone you want to hate, but your dream self has no memory of what they did to you and you can’t help but love them again.