But I needn't fear as his next words put me in slight shock.
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Or rather, should I say 'his next actions' put me in slight shock!!

Immediately I appear, he grabs me by my hands and pulls me into his chest before crashing his lips down on mine.

Is this for real? My dream come true! Oh right, I am in my dream.

He bites my lips asking for entrance but I'm not some stupid character in a novel where the girl gasp thereby granting the dude some access.

Pfft, women are stupid to think as men as our equal. We females are way superior to men. We can control them by any means necessary. They are the vulnerable ones, not us!

Noticing I'm not gonna grant him access, he bites my lips a little harder before he groans, then finally releasing me.

Unlike Dimitri's kiss that is sensual and has me dripping wet, Zayn's kiss is revealing. I don't know how or why but after the kiss, I feel light headed and aware of my surroundings.

"Oh boy, I was just getting started!" I blurted out, looking anywhere but him. What the fuck did I just say? And why did I say it?

"Really? I was expecting you to ask me why I kissed you"

"Why should I, we have kissed before and when that is what I've literally been hoping for and do guys have a reason to actually kiss girls?", I asked in a nonchalant attitude.

"Uh some guys, some kiss girls to prove a point to other girls, some do it to prove their love, some do it..."

"Yeah right, pretty sure I didn't ask for those, but why did you kiss me"

"Are you talking now?", he asks the most stupid question of the year.

"Uh no I'm not talking, I'm just opening and closing my mouth while sleeping dum dum", I bite rather irritatingly.

He face palms before saying;
"Were you able to talk last time?"

"Uh...no...oh, I see where this is going. You kissed me so I could talk"

"And I think I'm gonna have to kiss you back so you have to shut up", he says face palming again.

"I'll like to see you try"

"Enough already, shall we begin the lesson student", he mocks

"Yes we shall tutor", I mock back.

"Okay, I'm gonna ask you ten tricky questions but I'll make the first four easy"

"How does this help me control emotions?"

"Good question, it'll help you open your mind to focus but the main essence of this is to know that the questions aren't direct just like the task. The answers are in the question but you'll have to think out of the box", he instructs.

"Blah! Blah! Blah! Begin already!", I whine impatiently.

"Okay, question number one, I am something, the more you take, the more you leave behind, what am I?", he asks.

Is this guy seriously messing with my Brain. This is too easy.

"You're footsteps, the more you take a footstep, the more that is being left behind, please activate to hard mode", I say in a bored tone purposely avoiding his surprised expression plastered on his face.

"Question two; in the morning I have four legs, in the afternoon I have two legs and in the evening I have three legs, who am I?

"A human being, morning signifies the early stage of being a human which is a baby that crawls on both hands and legs, afternoon signifies youth, which is teenager, adolescent and adulthood, while evening signifies old age where old people use a walking stick and that is their third leg"

"Show off! You know what, I'm gonna cut the chase and go for it, your questions will no longer be ten but six"

"Finally!", I exclaim raising my hands in the air before settling back down on the grass.

"When does Christmas come before Thanksgiving?"

Woah! If this is tough, I don't know how super tough is going to be. Christmas never comes before Thanksgiving except in the dictionary where it is arranged alphabetically. Hmm... Let me try...

"In the dictionary!"

"Correct! Next question. What has a head, a tail and is brown but has no mouth?"

If it doesn't have any mouth, then it doesn't feed and only non living things don't feed, so my answer is a non living thing.

Immediately, my mind moves back to the last football I watched and I remember seeing them tossing a coin to determine who is to start the game.

That's it, the answer is a penny, it is brown, has a tail and a head but no mouth.

"A penny!", I state simply.

"Wow I'm impressed, you are pretty smarter than I thought"

"Never underestimate me", I say clicking my tongue against my teeth to make a 'tsk' sound.

"Yeah right. Next question!"
He says in a sing song voice.

"Which room do ghost avoid?"

Please people, do we have a school where they teach people how to ask questions? Because this guy, Zayn, is in dire need of one.

"It's the living room, Zayn", I say rolling my eyes.

"Okay, what eight letter word still makes sense if you remove a letter. Take another letter, and it'll still make sense. Keep on doing that until the last letter is left"

Perhaps, I must have underestimated this guy a little bit. This is pretty tough. It could be anything. Let me see...
"Dickhead?"

"No Anita, finally! You got something wrong and you have two tries left"

Stupid idiot! This is impossible. There are so many eight letter words in this world, it could be anything!
"Asshole?"

"No, that's even seven not eight or are you insulting me?", he asks pouting.

"Maybe? Maybe not?", I reply also pouting.

I should probably start... Hey, hold on! I just said start and the present continuous tense is starting. The answer is starting. Hmm... Let me see...!

Starting....
Staring....
String....
Sting....
Sing....
Sin....
In...
G....

Yes! Yes! Yes! This is perfect. In your face Zayn.

"The answer is starting", I state proudly.

"In...correct?"
"It's wrong?", I ask almost frustrated that  I...

"No! It's correct you got it right, you're amazing!"

"I know, I know! You don't need to remind me", I say trying to hold back my squeal.

"Let's go on with the drill, shall we?"

"But isn't the six question up yet?"
"Nope it isn't", says popping the p on the 'nope'
"In fact, I just want to ask the last four", he says smiling.

"B..b..but then it'll be more than six questions!"
"But also not up to ten questions like was originally planned"
"But..."
"No buts", he commanded and I unwillingly shut my mouth.

"Good now listen. I have six eggs, I broke two, fried two and ate two, how many eggs are left?"

This is tricky.
The answer is in the question.

Zayn's voice wafts through my mind. No eggs remain.
No!
My conscience tells me.

Hmm...let me see

I broke two eggs, and that two eggs, I fried it and the fried eggs, I ate it. Take two away from six, I have four left. Huh! Simple mathematics indeed! The answer is really in the question.

"I have four eggs left", I said grinning from ear to ear.

"Correct! Now my next question! An ex police man lost his job, his house and his house and his car, what exactly did he loose first?"

The answer is in the question.

His voice wafts through my head again.
"He lost his job first?", I more or less asked than answered.

"Yes he lost his job first. Now the second to the last question, in a bungalow, the color of the corridor is blue, the living room is white and the kitchen black, then what could be the color of the stairs?"

"Are you kidding me? A bungalow has no stairs!", I exclaimed.

"That is correct", he replies smiling.
"Wait, that is the answer?"
"Yes, that  is the answer and that is what I call thinking out of the box"
"But I didn't think, I just stated what I knew"

"Yeah whatever, now, my last question! You committed a crime and you were about to be punished. The guards showed you three rooms and asked you to choose one that'll save your life.....
   The first room had ammunitions that'll blow up anytime soon, the second room had an assassin that is heartless and will kill you without second thought and the last one had a hungry lion that hasn't eaten for a month"

"I'd choose the assassin"
"Why?", he asks

"Most assassin I've seen on TV or read in books are so hot, so I can make out with this one and he won't kill me"

"Anita! Focus! You're wrong, because he'll want to fuck with you and when he's done, he'll get rid of you", Zayn says yelling.

"Okay spoilsport", I muttered under my breath.

"What did you say?", he asks in a very low and I mean dangerously very low tone and I gulped inwardly.

"I said, I'll choose the Lion", I say avoiding eye contact, thereby preventing me from really answering the question.

"And why is that", he asks further
"Because the Lion hasn't eaten for a month and is probably dead", I say not avoiding eye Contact this time.

"That is correct"

Why the sudden change of attitude. He just changed the atmosphere with his pissed attitude.

Oh my cakes! He is pissed! The demon will start showing itself. As if sensing my train of thoughts, Zayn grabs me by my shoulders and shakes me vigorously  my teeth clattered.....
     
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"Hey!!!", I shriek as I realize that it was mum who was shaking me.

I look at my surroundings and immediately shut my eyes close as a result of the excess light. I finally open my eyes and notice all of them excluding Mr Reeves staring down at me with worry.

"Oh my! Please baby girl don't do that to us again", my mum says placing her hand on her chest.

"What did I do?", I ask faintly feeling weak.

"Your scream woke us up and when we got here, you were convulsing. We have been trying to wake you up for the past one hour now but you just wouldn't budge. It's like you were having a nightmare. Were you having a nightmare baby?", my mum asks at the same time touching my fore head to feel my Temperature.

I cringe both inwardly and outwardly at the unusual display of affection

I only nod my head in response. I don't want to talk about the dream. And not just because they wouldn't understand, but also because I don't trust them. For all I know they might call me a creep and turn me in to the cops.

It happened before, it might happen again.
"Where's Mr Reeves?", I ask somewhat afraid he'll barge in anytime soon and hit my head again.

"He's sleeping, says you should keep it down", Robert answers.

"But sweetie, you know he's your dad, so stop calling him Mr Reeves and start calling him dad", mother says.

"Over my dead body", I cursed. I should call him dad? What sort of 'dad' leaves the woman to raise the kids? What sort of 'dad' cares for nothing but his stomach?

What sort of 'dad' hates his daughter so much with absolutely no reason?

What sort of 'dad' doesn't even bother to check up on his 'daughter' even after hearing her scream? For all he knows, she could be dying.

"Don't say that, do you want to die?", mum says signaling for the others to leave the room. And now we're alone.

"Yes, or is there anything worth living for?", I asked.

" Yes, your sister. You might not want to admit it but everyone knows you love that girl"

"So? I'm not her mother!"

"Yes but..."

"This conversation is over mother and when I do die, tell your husband he's not invited to my funeral", I say slightly yelling.

"I'll tolerate no disrespect from you young Lady. Be it as it may, I am still your mother and as long as I pay the bills and you're staying under my roof, then you'll do as I say and I say this conversation is not over!", she  says in her mum voice.

I sulk! No matter how mean or heartless I may be, the 'mum voice' scares me.

Game on mum, game on! You wanna talk, keep talking. You might force me to listen, but you'll never force my Brain to grasp it, I think scowling inwardly.

Mum must have noticed my annoyed expression because her stoic expression softened.

"Oh Anita, I know how you feel. I know you think I've not been the best mother, heck, I'd win worst mother of the year award, but...", she begins...

"Oh just stop it mother", I cut her short.

"You don't definitely know how I feel. You're never there for me and you never listen! You brush me off every fucking time and yes I'm swearing and I don't give a damn fuck about what you think..."

"You say you know me, yet I can assure you that Mrs Williams knows more about me than you'll ever dream of knowing. All my life I've lacked a fatherly figure and I survived but to lack a motherly figure too?"

"You don't have a clue about how I feel. You don't know what it feels like to have a mother who never listens to the cries of her child, you don't know what it feels like to have your father hate you, you don't know what it feels like to have your siblings hurt your feelings every fucking day"...

"And you'll never know, you grew up Like a pretty normal child, your parents love each other or if they didn't, they stayed together for their children. Your siblings care for you. But I didn't have any of those things..."

..."I have to watch you live a lie during the day and argue all night. I'm not normal! I didn't have any friends in high school. I was a loner even in my own home... So mother, don't go around like you know how I feel", I say praying for tears to come but it didn't.

"Anita open your eyes", mum demanded.
"Believe me mum, you do not want to see my eyes", I say laughing crazily.
"I said open them", mum demands again but this time firmer than the last.

"As you wish", I say opening my eyes to reveal a very fiery blue eyed Anita. I watch as mother flinch and she jumps back in fear. I just laugh evilly at her scared expression.

"You're a creep Anita, you're insane! You really need to cry, the depression is eating you up", mum shrieks.

I feel my body move on its own accord. I don't want to hurt mum.
"Get the fuck outta here mother", I say in a voice I couldn't recognize as mine.

My body moves on  its own accord and I find my self at the front door and I soon realize that my body needs to calm down.
My body needs....

Dimitri!.........

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