Two
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I sunk into my mattress, letting the events of the day wash over me. Josie had insisted we visited another three stores after we bought the red dress ‘just in case’ I needed several options.
I loved the girl with all my heart, but my god she could shop. Although, I’m not sure why I was acting too surprised about this, her closet was the size of my bedroom.
After buying enough dresses to cover my social calendar for the next six months, we met up with her boyfriend and some of his friends for dinner. I liked Connor enough, but his friends were exhausting.
They were the type of guys who were incapable of just being friends with a girl, they had to be hooking up or at least trying to hook up. Once upon a time, I would have found some of them attractive but that was before the dreams started.
I rolled onto my side, reaching my hand beneath my pillow. I couldn’t fathom where these two men had come from, had I seen them on a film and somehow managed to imprint them on my brain?
It just didn’t make sense how they felt so familiar, almost like home. I felt drawn to them in a way I’ve never experienced.
But that wasn’t the strangest part of the dreams, it was the fact that I would wake up every time with my feet aching, as though I really had been running through the woods in the middle of the night.
A soft knock against the door broke me from my thoughts. My eyes lifted to see my mother poke her head around the frame. “How you doing, honey?”
I gave her a weak smile as I sat up against the velvet headboard. This was another thing I was currently dealing with, finding out I was adopted.
I didn’t find out in a kind, gentle way either. In fact, it was the exact opposite way to how an adopted child would like to find out that they were adopted. I had finished work early one day and seemed to step through the front door just as my parents were having a screaming match upstairs.
Hearing my father yell “well maybe it’s about time Willow finds out we’re not her real parents,” was a real mood killer that day.
The look on their faces when they realised I had heard what had been said was priceless, it was clear that despite their argument they never really intended for me to find out.
After the initial shock and feeling of betrayal had worn off, I had asked my mother what she knew about my birth parents. Unfortunately, they were about as much of a mystery as the dreams.
Supposedly, I had been left in a woven basket on their front door step with nothing but a note that stated my first name and my birthday. My parents had been trying for a baby for quite some time before finding out that due to my mothers endometriosis, their struggles were likely to continue.
She said they never asked any questions or doubted what to do, the moment she saw me she fell in love. I was ‘her miracle baby’.
“Don’t worry, mum. I’m fine.” I tried to reassure her, although I’m sure my face told her a different story. I shouldn’t really have been too surprised, I look nothing like my parents.
I had long, brunette natural waves and silver eyes, which people loved to point out how unusual they were. Whereas my mother was a natural redhead, blue-eyed beauty and my father blonde, with again blue eyes. Now that I thought about it, it was fairly obvious.
My mother sighed with a disheartened smile, as she sat on the edge of my bed. She placed her hand on mine as she watched me intently. “I know it’s a lot to process, honey. But I don’t care how we got you, you are my daughter.”
I reassuringly squeezed her hand. “I love you.” And I did, none of this made me love them any less. She was still my mother, regardless of how it came to be.
“And I love you.” She grinned, before her eyes diverted to the necklace I was wearing. She gently grasped it in her fingers, running her thumb over the white-gold heart. “You were wearing this when we got you.”
I parted my lips as I reached for the locket hanging around my neck. I never remembered getting it, but I had worn it every day since I could remember. “Really?”
My mother nodded her head, before rising to her feet. “It was the only thing you had which connected to you where you came from, I didn’t think it was right to take that from you.”
I smiled at her, before settling back down under the duvet. I wasn’t really too sure how to respond to that. “Goodnight, mum.”
“Goodnight, honey.” She repeated. “Sleep well.”
I pressed my lips together as she closed my bedroom door, I highly doubted I would be sleeping well.
Wondering what would preoccupy my mind as I slept had soon become one of my days biggest questions. Initially, I had figured I was just dreaming about two imaginary hot guys whilst experiencing an intimacy drought, until the exact same dream kept reoccurring.
It’s not exactly the end of the world dreaming about two half-naked god-like men begging me to join them, but why the heck did I have to keep falling at the end of it?
I also couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched as I made my way to them either, as though someone was lurking in the shadows observing my every step.
My body had a mind of its own when it came to the two of them, refusing to give me a second to really take in my surroundings. It was fixated on reaching them as quickly as it could. Whoever was watching me knew this and was relying on me paying them no mind.
I groaned as I buried my face in my pillow. They’re just dreams, nothing more. None of it is real. None of it is real. No one is watching me. My two god-like men are just a figment of my imagination.
I continued to repeat this to myself over and over, until my body finally submitted to the darkness and sleep washed over me.
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