His Name Was Tate

deadly dream

"Hey beautiful." Said Tate. He stood in front of me tall with bright smile on his face. He looked like he was glowing with joy. For some reason he was in a black suit. His tattoos peeked through his shirt. He looked so handsome.

"Hi. What are you doing here?" I walked over to him slowly and opened his arms to me. He embraced me tightly and held me in his arms. It felt so normal. So natural.

"I'm here for you, of course." He pulled back, but still held me close. Our eyes were now on each other. I could see almost every emotion emoting from his eyes. I wanted to say something else but the word refused to come to me. He raised his hand to caress my cheek. "Soft." He murmured to himself. I couldn't help but smile. His hand was a little rough but warm. It felt nice. I shut my eyes and leaned into his hand. He began to rubbed his thumb on my cheek and his breath seemed a bit heavier. He laid his forehead on mine and our uneven breathes began to get louder and more in sync. 

"I want to kiss you." He said looking directly into my eyes. I nodded my head and tilted my lips up towards his. His the smashed his lips on mine. And my god was it magnificent. My stomach was feeling weird, and my body was hot. His lips were so soft. This was my first kiss and I'm really hoping its not noticeable.

His hands were literally everywhere. They moved from my cheek, to my neck, to my chest, to my hip, to my back, finally my ass. Every movements made me quiver and my breath heavier than it already was. We finally broke from our kiss, but he still held onto me right. We were both breathing heavy.

Our eyes met and we couldn't help but laugh at each other. "It kind of sucks that you have to wake up. I would've love a round 2."

My eyes suddenly shot open and my lungs immediately began to hate me. I reached for the drawer next to me and grabbed my emergency inhaler. I fell of the side of the bed but could care less. My lungs were burning, my heart was pounding way too hard to the point o could hear it in my ears, and I could feel myself beginning to loose consciousness. I took the two puffs and tried my best to get control of my breathing. I stayed on the floor. I dare not to move. To be honest I was to scared to.

"Loni!" I could hear my dad from down the hall. I closed my eyes for two seconds and he was already next to me. "Loni, you okay? What happened? Did you have a nightmare?" I nodded. I refused to tell my father my uneven ass breathing and irregular heartbeat was done because I was having a make out session in my dream.

"You haven't had a nightmares for years? Should we hook you up to th-" I cut him off before he finishes his sentence. "Remember the doctor said I need to learn how to control these episodes with out relying on the machines. And you also promised me that you won't put my back on that thing unless it was absolutely necessary." My breathing was terrible, but I refused to have to rely on a machine to breath.

"I know, but-" I cut him off again. "I can do it, dad."  My breathing slowed and I could feel my heart slow down. When I was back to normal my father ran and got a heart monitor to check my heart. "Okay, it seems okay." He said in a worried tone.

"See I told you could do it on my own." I smiled. Truth be told I am terrified. One of things I worry about is dying in my sleep, cause I can't really control my breathing in my sleep, and all it'll take is one bad dream and my heart beating too fast for it to stop. 

"Just in case I'm gonna call your doctor. Are you sure your okay?" He asked. I nodded and shooed him out.

"I'll be fine. I need to get ready for my sleepover with Rebecca." I pushed him out and shout the door behind. I laid my back against the door and sunk to the floor. "Why'd I have to have a dream about him? Why'd my heart and lungs go overboard over a dream? The only time that happens is during nightmares, now I can't dream normally."

My dreams will be the death of me.

I stood from where I was and tried to get myself prepared for the day. I don't want what happened today ruin my sleepover with Rebecca. I walked around the house and began to prepare the house for Becks arrival. My dad was worried about me running around since this morning, but I prefer to not let those types of moments ruin my mood.

My father had always been a worry wort but as the years went on and my condition hasn't really gotten any better, his worries increased. And though some times it can be a bit much, at least he stepped and stayed. He took care of me learned all the things he needed in order to keep me as healthy as I can be.

I went in to my room and got enough clothes for tonight and tomorrow and shut the door behind me. I walked back to the den and began making the bead and cleaning the room.

"Nemo, your guest is here!" He yelled up the steps. I ran out of the den down the steps to the front door.
"Halo senorita. You ready to get this party started."

"Hell yeah!" I completely forgot my dad was there and quickly covered my hand over my mouth. I could already feel his gaze on me.

"As long as you know what you did wrong. Let me help you with those bags love." My dad said as he took the bags away from Becks.

"Thank you sir." He began walking into the kitchen and I gestured for her to follow. "Your house is beautiful, mi amor." She stood in awe. I could help but giggle. She looked so cute.

"I heard you were cooking for us tonight. I would like to thank you, because I've been needing a breaking. You wanted notice, but this kid eats like an elephant." My dad said as he gestured toward me. 

"Gee thanks dad." I laugh.

"Thanks for letting me stay the night, Senor." She said. He gave her a sweet smile and patted me on the fore head. "No problem, dear. Alright I'm gonna leave you two lovely ladies alone. If you need me I'll be upstairs, if not, call me when the food is done." He kissed me on the forehead and made his way upstairs.

Before I spoke I made sure he was completely gone. "You slick bitch." I said to her.

"Los siento mi amor. I was nervous. And I already knew that you liked him, so you know....kill two birds with one stone." She said as she moved to the other side of the island where the stove was at. I sat in front of her with my arms crossed.

"Well one of those stupid stones missed one of those dumbass bird, cause that crush of mine is completely gone." That was a bold face lie and I'm pretty sure she knew it too.

"Yeah ok." She said sarcastically. "The conversation could not have been that bad." She began pulling the ingredients we bought yesterday out of her bags and began to cook.

"He didnt even remember who I was. You wanna know what he called me. He called me Mildred." She stopped what she was doing and began to bust out laughing. "Haha he called you an old white lady name. My poor little gringa. I always loved that boys since of humor."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah go ahead. Laugh it up BECKY." She immediately stopped laughing after calling her that.

"I hate it when he calls me that. Mike is such a dick." She rolled her eyes and began to focus on cooking.

"So what happened between you guys?" I asked. She did say she would tell me today.

"Well this is gonna be long story, but it's also gonna take me a minute to make this food. So might as well tell you while I cook. It'll make the time go by faster."
I sat across from her and began listening intensely.
"I always knew that I was different from everybody else. However I never really knew what it was that I was missing. I just always felt.....incomplete."