Entangled Summer (15 page)

I rushed for my meds, swallowed two allergy pills, and chased them back with a mouthful of red wine. It was the closest thing to me at the time. In retrospect, it was not the best idea, given how fast the pills worked.

“Alcohol and antihistamines. Bad combo.” I said as a rush of wooziness set in. My head started to get fuzzy. This was like being drunk all over again, only worse.

Troy handed me some water, his brows deeply furrowed. “I should take you to the hospital.” He insisted.

“No. No. I hate hospitals. I'll be fine. I'm always fine.”

He stared at me for a beat then narrowed his eyes. “This happens a lot then? Guys feed you wine, a dinner that could kill you, and then drug you?”

I thought about it. “Well no. That part only happens with you.”

He flinched a little.

“But I'm used to allergic reactions. And booze. Hello... life with
Ken-zie
. Wine and beer were staples whenever she came over, which was often. Between that and her insistence on take-out food since my kitchen isn’t fit to cook in, well, let’s say I'm experienced.” I leaned my head against my arms. “I know what's going to happen. I'm going to get weak and groggy, and probably say really embarrassing things since I'll have no filter.” I wheezed, trying to stay cognizant despite my brain being wrapped in cotton. “Then I'll pass out. By morning I'll be totally fine. And of course smacking myself for messing up yet another night where I could have slept with you. One of my biggest regrets you know.”

“Is that so? You regret not sleeping with me?”

Wincing, I squeezed one eye shut. “See what I mean? No filters.” Then I laughed and it sounded intoxicated even to me.

“Yeah, I don't like this. I'm taking you into town to the ER.”

“Okay, listen to me,” I clasped onto his hand. It was so warm.
Focus Nora.
“Just give it ten minutes for the drugs to kick in. You'll see, I'll be breathing fine by then. And if I'm not, you can cart me off to the hospital. Promise.”

“You might be dead by then.”

“Saves you a trip.” I smiled and then snickered. It came out as a snort, which made me giggle some more. Before long I was falling out of my chair howling in laughter. My sides ached, and tears pooled in my eyes, but I couldn’t stop.

Troy was dumbfounded, I could see he had no idea what to do with me, which just made the whole thing that much funnier. “Stop. Looking. At me. Like. I'm crazy.” I gasped out the words. I tried to reign in my hysteria but seriously his expression was hilarious. Could he
see
himself.

Troy sighed. “Okay Nora. We'll play this your way. But I swear, you better be right.” He pulled me back to my feet, and my giggle fit subsided. “Ten minutes. Starting now.”

“What are you going to do to me if I'm not?” I was already breathing easier now.

He just shook his head. “You're pretty saucy when you're intoxicated.”

I lean against him for support. “And you're pretty intoxicating.”

I stepped away from him. My legs went limp, like a newborn colt, and before I could hit the floor, his arms encircle my waist. Slipping an arm under my knees, he picked me up, carrying me to his bedroom and set me on his bed. I leaned back against my elbows, feeling unsure, and unsteady of my own body.

I tried to get up, but Troy pressed his hands against the mattress, one on either side of my hips, and lowered his face to mine.

“You aren't going anywhere tonight Nora. I'm keeping you here, if I have to tie you to this bed.”

My eyes narrowed. “You look the type that would be into that. Like that fifty-two shades of kinky guy.” I said. My words slurred together slightly.

His dark chuckle stirred a familiar sensation and immediately I was taken back to the last time I'd been in his bed.

“Bondage between consenting adults is something I'd be willing to consider, when you're
not
inebriated or medicated.”

“Well this one’s kinda of your fault,” I teased.

He didn’t smile. “I know, and I’m so sorry.”

I laughed. “I was kidding. Oh and by the way, if I call out another guy’s name, don’t take it the wrong way.”

His brows quirked. “What other way would there be to take something like that?”

“It’s not real. It’s a dream, a recurring dream, I’ve been having since I was sixteen.”

“Ah. So you’ve had dreams about some guy for four years, and you call out his name at night.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Anything else I should know?”

“Yes. Well no. I mean kind of.” I had no idea how to explain it—this wasn’t exactly how I wanted to tell him. “He’s not really the charming gentleman I thought he was.”

His eyes narrowed. “Do I need to go all alpha male and follow you into your dream to challenge this guy to a duel?”

I laughed, though part of me sensed he wasn’t entirely kidding. I pressed my hand to his face. “He’s not real. You...” I touched his face. “This... is what’s real.”

In a sudden rush he drew me to him and kissed me. Deep and passionate. When I was breathless and limp, he eased back, pressing his forehead to mine.

“Just so we’re clear, I have no intention of leaving room in your subconscious mind for any other guy.”

My heart raced, and then faltered.

“Only me.”

I chewed my lower lip and watched his eyes shift to my mouth. Love that response. But before I could find some other way to distract him into giving me what we both very much wanted, he pushed off the bed and stood over me.

“Time for me to go,” he said. “This is already heading places you're too intoxicated to go. I’ll sleep in the other room.” I clamped on his arm when he leaned down to kiss me.

“No. stay here. I promise I'll behave,” I said. I wanted to mean it. I'd have to, or he’d be gone and I'd be sleeping alone. And I didn't really want to sleep alone.

He assessed my groggy sprawl across his bed and the corner of his mouth quirked.

“You better mean it. I'm a respectable guy you know.”

“Yeah yeah, and I'm the rogue harlot out to steal your innocence.” I rolled over. “Just get in here.”

My eyelids grew heavier by the second, fluttering closed for longer stretches of time.

“Get some sleep Nora. I’ll be right here next to you, and I promise to stay on my side.”

I wanted to conjure up a dozen protests. Especially to the part where he stays on his side of the bed. I willed my hands to reach over, tangle in his shirt and pull him closer to me. To press my lips to his and never stop. But before I could execute the command, my head drifted back against the pillows and my leaded eyelids fell shut.

Not long after I woke up in a bed. Not my bed. A four poster bed, white sheets and blankets and pillows. Like heaven, only not. Was I awake or dreaming? It was still hard to tell.

I pulled back the blankets and sat up. This wasn’t any place I’d ever been with Darcy. We were never in bed together. Not once, although I knew we’d been intimate. This place was different. It felt warm, and yet cold. Like the chilled hand of death had touched it not long ago. I had to be dreaming. Where else could I possibly be. I turned my head to the side, it moved in slow motioned. There lying in a pool of blood on the snow-white carpet was Darcy’s body. A gash through his chest pulsed blood that ran down his side to the puddle beneath him. My mouth fell open in a silent scream. I scrambled backward on the bed, too terrified to let my feet touch the ground. Something creaked. Floorboards. I swung my head in the other direction. Someone was walking toward me. Closer to the bed. I couldn’t see a face, because of the canopy, but eventually the legs stopped next to the bed, and he bent down. Troy. I let out a small sigh of relief, until I saw the massive knife in his hands, dripping with fresh blood.

I woke up screaming out loud this time.

Troy’s arms wrapped around my shoulders, he held me, stroking my hair. “Nora. It’s okay. You’re safe. You’re here with me and you’re safe. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

My throat went dry and hoarse and I finally stopped screaming, though I couldn’t stop shaking. I leaned my head against his chest. So warm, so strong. The fear and terror that I’d felt began to ease and I gently pulled away. Troy. I was with Troy.

I searched the floor... no Darcy. Thank god. And Troy wasn't holding a knife or any other weapons dripping with blood. It had been a dream. The first one like it. I couldn’t remember a time I hadn’t dreamed of Darcy. Always the same way every night. This was different and it felt... terrifyingly real.

Troy eased himself out of the bed. “I’ll get you some water.”

I watched him walk toward the bathroom, he was shirtless and his gray jogging pants were rolled at the waist, showing off his sculpted back. As he passed by the night table, he flicked on the lamp. The room was instantly bathed in a warm amber glow. But it wasn’t until I looked at his bed, that I felt my uneasiness return. It was a four poster bed, draped with a tangle of white sheets. White blanket, white pillows, white carpets.

Just like in the dream.

I woke up the next day deciding I knew what I needed to do to get rid of these dreams. Grace’s therapy wasn’t working fast enough. I needed something more, which is exactly what I was trying to make Troy understand.

Troy pushed my hair out of my face. “It was just a dream babe, it wasn't real.”

It felt real and that made it real. Plus I'd seen Darcy. He was here. My fears knotted up with my desperation. “I don't want you to kill him.” I murmured.

“I know. I don't want that either.”

“Then promise me you won't.” I rubbed my eyes, clearing the residual worry from my mind.

His jaw tightened. “I promise.”

I leaned my head against this chest, but he pulled me away to look into my eyes. “But I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe Nora. Even if that means breaking every promise to you I've ever made.”

“I know. Which is why I want to try hypnosis. Maybe if I can draw him out, under a hypnotic state, I can get rid of him. Without anyone getting hurt.”

He lowered his arms and his face contorted in a frown. “You want to
strengthen
your connection to him? Are you insane?”

“I just need to get inside his head—my head—see if we can find a way to disconnect from each other. Hypnosis is perfectly safe, you’ve said so yourself.”

We’d been having this same argument for over an hour. Me trying to convince him that hypnosis might actually work to get rid of Darcy. And him terrified of what might happen to me if it didn’t. I still hadn’t worked up the nerve to tell him about the morning I saw Darcy in the woods. Not just because I knew he’d lose it and have me under 24 surveillance, but because I was afraid that my dream would come true if he knew. He’d insist on finding him and there’d be no telling what would happen if he did.

Troy shook his head. “This is a dangerous game you’re playing here. This man isn’t just in your dream. He’s out to kill you.”

“You think I don’t know that? What other reason would I have for trying so hard to get out of this?”

“Listen to me.” He took my hand. “There’s got to be another way. One that doesn’t involve self-harm.”

I yanked my hand away. “Now you think I’m trying to harm myself?” I threw my arms in the air. “What, that Darcy’s bruises aren’t enough suffering? I need more?”

“No.” His brows furrowed. “I don’t know. Honestly I don’t know what you’re doing.” Anger tinged his voice. “But it’s like I don’t even know you anymore. The girl I fell in love with, the one who believed in solving problems not giving in to them, I’m more than willing to help her. But this, making rash decisions out of fear and desperation at the risk of destroying herself...” he shook his head, then pressed his lips to mine briefly, his eyes squeezing shut. “I can’t stand here and watch it happen. I won’t lose you that way too.”

Did he just refer to me as the girl he fell in love with?
A warmth spread through me. “You know how much I care about you, right?” I searched his eyes.

“That’s encouraging,” he said flatly. “Hate to think what you’d put me through if you didn’t.” He blew out a frustrated sigh. “Celeste went under hypnosis too. Right before...” He looked away.

I rested my hand on his arm, feeling it flex beneath my touch. “You once asked me to trust you. Now I’m asking you the same thing. To trust
me
. There’s one more thing I need to try. I have to do everything I can to stop this. Please try to understand.”

His jaw worked for a time and only after a lengthy pause did he looked at me. “Fine. But you should see someone here at the academy.”

Grace didn’t use the school’s resources when she was searching for her daughter. If they couldn’t help her, then what hope would I have? I needed someone skilled in this sort of paranormal activity.

“You mentioned a man Grace went to see, when Celeste disappeared.”

I hated bringing her up because I understood now how much pain it caused him. I finally understood the depth of pain he felt over Celeste's disappearance. Knowing he could never commit his heart to her when it belonged to me, someone he didn't even know was real. What was his nightmare, had become our dream, while my dream had become our nightmare. How he found the strength day after day to face Grace, well I couldn’t even imagine where he drew it from. Except that he was strong, not just physically but mentally.

Troy sighed, shaking his head, but I could already tell he was going to give in. He jammed his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone. A few taps later he pocketed it.

“Alright. Let's go.” He grabbed the car keys and headed out the door.

“Wait.” I chased after him bewildered at how fast he was moving. “So you’re not taking me to see someone here at Wanderlust?”

“I know another place.” he said, opening my door. I climbed in and without another word we were off. We'd only driven on the graveled back roads for about twenty minutes when he pulled up in front of an old house in ruins.

I eyed him suspiciously. “This is the place?”

“This is the place.”

I squinted through the dusty windshield at the flaking paint and broken shutters. “You sure your GPS isn't busted?”

“When Grace was looking for Celeste, this was where she came.”

“Really. Cause this looks more like a witch doctor than a hypnotist.”

“Maybe it’s a combo.” He opened my door. “You said you wanted to do this. Let's do it.”

I climbed out, feeling a sudden tug to say never mind. But my curiosity got the best of me. If this person could help rid me of the dreams in some way, I had to go for it.

Troy stepped up onto the porch and knocked on the front door. It swung open, although no one was there to open it.

“Yeah. This is the part in the horror movie where I'd be running for the car.”

He glanced down at me. “You want to leave?”

I shook my head and trudged up the steps. I did want to leave, but I wanted this to end more.

A crooked old man limped toward the door, dragging an in-turned foot behind him. Stained overalls hung off his slender frame. He was easily six feet tall, standing straight, with mocha skin draped over his long thin bones.

“Welcome,” he said with a thick southern drawl. “You all are here for solutions to an entanglement, yes.”

My brows arched in surprise. Troy gestured for me to take point.

“Uhm. I heard you were a hypnotist?” I glanced at Troy from the corner of my eye, but he avoided my gaze. “I have this dream, person, I need to make go away. It’s sort of a recurring dream? But sort of more, really…” I scratched the side of my neck. Man this was hard to explain.

The old man stretched his paper thin hand toward me.

Troy’s jaw tensed, he folded his arms across his chest.

The man’s eyes shifted to Troy, noticing his reaction. “I need to make contact to see if I’m able to help this gal,” he reassured him.

Troy glanced at me, and I nodded my approval. If he could figure out anything from just a touch, then I was already halfway to being cured. He touched his hand to my arm, curling his long rice-papery fingers around my elbow. His ancient yellowed eyes fluttered closed and for a moment it looked like his eyeballs were jumping around behind his eyelids. His fingers dug into my flesh before he let go and took a step back from me. You have more than just dreams in the dark corners of your mind. I see much suffering, and pain inside of you, waiting to be unlocked and released.” His gaze shifted to Troy. “And you are her key.”

At first I thought he was going to touch Troy’s arm too. But Troy, stepped back. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a fat wad of bills. “I’m just here for moral support. More like her bodyguard than her key,” he said, narrowing his eyes. “How much will it take to help her?”

I sucked in a breath. I'd never seen that much money in one place at one time in my entire life. And he was just carrying it around like it was pocket change. Which apparently is was.

“How much?” He flicked through the bills,
hundreds
, until he'd counted out ten of them. “What do you say? A grand to help the lady out?”

My eyes bulged, and I was so mesmerized by the fact that he was willing to drop a grand on what could be a quack scam artist, just to try to help me—he truly was amazing. The love I felt for him rooted deeper.

The witch doctor looked equally impressed by the cash. “Yes. Yes. That’ll suffice nicely,” he said. Then he disappeared behind the red curtain.

The minute he was gone I turned to Troy. “This guy is a freaking witch doctor. You just paid
a
thousand bucks
to a witch doctor.”

He angled his head toward the counter and shelves full of dried herbs and brown glass bottles. “He's an herbalist.”

“Who uses
pig's blood
to tell fortunes.”

“Least he's not making you drink it.” Troy deadpanned.

“Oh, I'm glad my silent suffering is funny to you.” I hissed under my breath. I sucked back the rest of my words when the curtain parted and the man came back holding a silver goblet.

My panicked gaze shifted to Troy.

“What's in the cup?” he asked calmly, surveying the man.

The old man’s yellowed eyes narrowed. “It's a potion. One for ridding the mind of dreams. That is why y’all have come, yes.”

I frowned. “All dreams— you mean I'll never dream again?” That wasn’t exactly what I wanted.

“It will rid your mind of what you wish rid of,” he said slowly, “by bringing it into the light where it can be ended permanently.”

Troy was still wary as he leaned toward me. “I'm not sure ingesting stuff is the best option here.”

The old man sighed. “Do you or do you not wish to end her suffering?”

“I do, but...” His eyes were on me. “It's your choice,” he finally said with a shrug. Then he turned to the old man and said to him—very quietly—“And if anything happens to her, it’ll be the last potion you make.”

“We're out of options here, remember?” I took the goblet from him and brought it to my lips. My face scrunched as the acrid smell hit my nostrils. “This reeks. What
is
it?”

“Botanical herbs and medicinal oils.” He said, completely unfazed by Troy’s threats or his dangerous glare. “You will feel sleepy in a while. Do not fight it. Let sleep come wherever you might be.” He glanced at Troy, “And it is of dire importance that you
not
wake her, for any reason.”

His words gave me a shiver, but I ignored it. “Got it. Anything else?” I asked, preparing to plug my nose and down the potion in one shot.

The graying man opened a bottle on his desk and sniffed, then made a face. “Vile putrid stuff. Should do the trick,” he said. Then he disappeared again.

I watched him go then whirled around to face Troy. “I don't care what he comes back with this time. No way am I drinking anything else.”

Troy had no sympathy. “Your idea, remember. Now you have to suck it up.”

I scowled.

The man returned looking graver than before, setting the bottle back in its place. “I’m afraid that is all I can do for you at this time. I cannot risk angering the spirits, they say things must unfold in their own way.”

I heard Troy sigh.

“But please, do be careful. Sometimes the thing we seek can be more painful than the thing we wished rid of. Nothing in life is without cost.”

Confucius had nothing on this guy, I thought bringing the goblet to my lips. Plugging my nose with one hand, I tipped back the amber liquid with the other. It tasted worse than pig’s blood. I swallowed quickly to keep from gagging it back up. My face scrunched in a grimace I handed him the cup. “That’s it then?”

“That is it.”

Now it was my turn to be skeptical. Aside from a sour stomach, I didn’t really feel any different.

Still, Troy handed the man money for what had to be the most expensive four-ounce beverage ever purchased, and took me back to his place. We drove home the way we’d come, in silence.

I insisted on sitting outside to watch the stars before going to bed. Snuggled against Troy’s side, I soaked up his warmth as my eyelids grew heavy. The last thing I remembered was Darcy whispering my name in the distance as a turquoise streak lit up the night sky.