Awareness (Pt. 1 - Night Terror) (standard:science fiction, 1192 words) [1/2] show all parts
Author: NikiNicole	Updated: Dec 18 2005	Views/Reads: 3102/2025	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A mysterious man from the past inserts himself into Tai's life. Thanks to her meddling girlfriend, Tai's Saturday night goes from bad to worse in record time.

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“Oh really.” 

“Yeah.  And don't be pissed at Crystal.  When I heard you were in town,
I begged for weeks to get her to introduce us.  I really just wore her 
down I think.” 

‘I'd like to wear down the bottom of my shoe up-side her head' Tai
thought. 

“Just part of life with Crystal sometimes.  I'll forgive her . . .
eventually.  It's just up here.  The white one on the right.” 

Somewhere in Tai's subconscious, a little warning bell was going off. 
This was the first time she had uttered a word of directions.  Yet 
Andrew had left the club and driven straight to her house.  Yes the 
bell was going off, but under the haze of three Strawberry Martinis and 
a Long Island Iced Tea, she couldn't hear it. 

Andrew pulled into the driveway of Tai's modest home.  He walked her to
the door and stalled with as much small talk as he could muster.  Tai 
took as much of this filibuster as she could until she finally ended it 
with a peck on the cheek and an abrupt “good-night”.  Tai didn't want 
to encourage him, but hell, he was cute.  Anybody could see that.  Most 
certainly, a woman who hadn't had any since she broke with her 
boyfriend over 8 months ago could. 

Once inside, Tai decided to forego the shower.  It only took seconds to
step out of her skintight denim capris, red sequined tank top and black 
ankle boots.  With nothing left on her body but her black laced thong, 
Tai collapsed on top of the covers of her queen-sized bed. 

When the light awakened her, Tai couldn't believe that morning had come
so soon.  She also couldn't believe that she had slept with the 
curtains open.  Damn.  The sun must be parked outside her bedroom 
window.  That's what she thought until she tried to get up. 

“Just relax.  We are not here to harm you.” 

Tai heard the voice, but sensed that there was more than one intruder in
her personal space.  She suddenly became aware of the on-going 
violation of her most personal space.  With every ounce of strength and 
resolve she had, Tai fought.  She fought so hard that sweat and tears 
rolled from her body in waves.  But no matter how hard she fought, she 
could not move. 

“She's clean and so is the house,” she heard one of them say.  Was that
in her head or were they speaking out loud?  Tai couldn't tell anymore. 
 Terror was influencing thought, emotion, and action of her body.  She 
still couldn't make out any shapes or bodies due to the intense light 
coming from the window. 

“Your new boyfriend is not who you think he is.  Contact us before it's
too late.” 

Then, just as suddenly as it started, it was over.  Tai woke up Sunday
morning with a mountainous hangover.  It was made worse by the memory 
of that crazy dream she had.  That was it.  That was the last time she 
hung out with Crystal.  Until the next time, she thought with a 
chuckle.  It was already noon.  Tai was supposed to have an early 
dinner at her Dad's house today. 

'I better start my de-tox if I'm gonna make it.' 

Tai headed for the shower and almost passed out when she stepped over
her black lace underwear at the foot of the bed. 


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