You’re My Dream

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Come Back

I'm sitting in the recording studio listening to Lanie sing her latest song. I wrote this song, and it's all about Alaric. It's sad and emotional. When Lanie heard it, she loved it instantly. She knows that Alaric and I broke up. I told her everything that went down, and she was genuinely concerned. She has been a good friend to me.


We only needed to record the song's chorus, and we will be done for the day. She has been begging me to go out and get a few drinks with her to try to cheer me up. I have said no every time. It's only been a week since we broke up, and I still cry often. All I want to do is lie in bed all day, but I don't. I work out, eat and write music and come to work.




I am standing in the bathroom, looking at my straight hair. Lanie convinced me to have drinks with her. I didn't want to, but she said she wasn't taking no for an answer this time. The bar isn't too far from my place, so that she will pick me up, so I don't have to drive, and she hardly drinks, so she said she is getting me drunk.

I am wearing my black jeans, with black ankle boots and a red long sleeve. I have a little makeup because she said I need to wear some or else she would put it on for me, and I didn't want that. I feel my phone buzz and look at her text saying that she is here. I grab my bag and jacket and head out the door and get in her car.




We are sitting at the bar, and I have had a few drinks already. Lanie has only had one. Being here with her is great because everyone buys her drinks, and since I am with her, they buy me one. I get a little jealous because guys hit on her nonstop, but she just brushes them off. I've known since a few weeks after I met her that she is gay. She isn't completely out of the closet yet, so she doesn't openly hit on girls.

I am feeling buzzed, and the music is nice. I don't feel uncomfortable. Lanie is great at keeping me distracted and not feeling awkward. I am swaying in my seat to the music. Lanie leans over and tells me that she will step outside to call her 'friend.' I wiggle my brows at her and tell her to hurry up.

As I'm sitting here, I feel someone sit in the chair next to me. I look over, and my eyes widen. He is a really handsome guy. I slightly smile at him. He smiles back.

"Hi." He simply says.

"Hello." I try not to sound buzzed.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing all alone?" He is still smiling.

"Oh, my friend is here with me. She just went to make a call. She should be back soon." I look around to see if Lanie is back yet. This guy is making me feel slightly uncomfortable.

"Can I get you a drink?''

"No thanks. I still have this one." I hold up my drink to show him I still have a lot.

"Ok. I'll just sit here and keep you company until your friend comes back." He smirks at me.

I am getting more uncomfortable, and I shift in my seat. I just nod my head.

"So, what do you do?" He tries to strike up a conversation.

"Secretary.'' I lie.

"Nice, I'm an accountant at a firm."

I just nod my head again. I really don't want to talk to this guy anymore. Where the fuck is Lanie?

He scoots closer to me and leans towards me. I can feel his breath on my ear. "Do you want to come back to my place?''

I gulp and lean away from him. "No, thank you." I turn back and look down at my drink.

"Come on. We can have a good time." I can feel his finger run down my back, and I shiver and squirm, trying to get away from his touch. He must think I like what he is doing because I feel his finger make its way up my shoulder.

"I can make you cum so hard that you'll forget your name." His breath is hot, and I can smell the liquor.

I gulp. "No, please leave me alone." My voice is quiet and a bit shaky.

"I'm not going to take no for an answer. I can tell you want me." His fingers are making their way down my arm.

I look around, trying to find Lanie or anyone to help me. I shake my head. "No. I want you to leave me alone." I try to make my voice firm, but I fail. I feel tears prick my eyes.

"Let's go." He grabs my arm and pulls me off the stool.

"No. Stop." I try to yank my arm away from him, but he grabs it harder and pulls me. I start to panic. I feel like I'm going to pass out.

Just as I'm about to scream, I feel myself getting ripped away from this perv.

"Omg. Arryn!'' I hear Lanie, and she pulls me into a hug. I start sobbing in her chest.

"Shh shh. It's going to be ok." She tries to soothe me. I can hear grunting and fists connecting.

"DON'T *PUNCH*

YOU *PUNCH*

EVER *PUNCH

FUCKING TOUCH HER AGAIN!" I recognize the voice, but I can't think of who it is. I'm too shaken.

Lanie pulls me out of the bar and stands me next to the wall.

"What happened?" Her voice is panicked.

I'm still crying. I take deep breaths to calm down so I can tell her. She doesn't say anything and lets me calm down. I can feel her hand rubbing my shoulder to soothe me.

"That guy was talking to me and was trying to buy me a drink. I said no and that I was waiting for a friend to come back. He asked if I wanted to leave with him, and I said no. Then he started touching me and saying gross things and said he wasn't taking no for an answer. He tried to pull me to go with him. Then someone ripped me away from him, and you came in." I sob at the end. I can't believe that almost happened to me.

"Oh, Arryn. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to take so long on the call." Her voice cracks.

"No, it's not your fault. Can you take me home?''

"Do you want to go to the hospital, or you can stay at my place?"

I shake my head. "No, I just want to go home, please."

"Ok. Let's go." We walk to her car and hold my hand the whole time and even on the car ride. I'm thankful for that gesture.

We pull up to my building, and she offers to walk me in, but I tell her that I'm ok and she needs to get home because it's late. I tell her to text me when she gets home so I know she is safe.

I get into my apartment and immediately go to the shower and scrub my body harshly. I want to get the smell of alcohol off me and forget his touch. I cry a little more in the shower.

I eat an apple and get in bed. I sit up quickly when I hear someone knocking at my door. My eyes widen, and I start to panic. No, no, no. Please don't tell me followed us! I sink deeper in my blankets, hoping the person goes away. They are still knocking.

"Arryn. It's me. Open the door, please." I know that voice.

I jump out of bed and open the door. When I open it, Alaric flies in and hugs me tightly.

"Are you ok?" His voice is panicked. He steps back and is looking at me up and down to see if I have injuries. How does he know something happened? Did Lanie call him?

"What are you doing here?" My voice is shaky.

"I came to see if you were ok." His voice cracks.

I blow out a breath. "I'm fine. Did Lanie call you?"

He shakes his head and runs his fingers through his hair. When he does that, I can see that his knuckles are cuts, and he has blood on them. When I look at his face closely, I can see his lip is split slightly, and he has a small bruise forming on his cheek.

"Omg. Ric, what happened?" I grab his hand and look at them.

"I was there." Is all he says.

"You were where?"

"At the bar. I saw that fuckin guy trying to pull you out of the bar." He spits out.

My eyes widen. "You saw? You were the one who pulled me away from him and beat him up?"

He nods his head. "I was sitting at the table in the back. I saw you when Lanie got up and left. I thought she left you there. Then I saw that fuckin guy sit next to you, and you were talking to him. I thought you knew him, so I looked away. I just happened to look up and saw that you looked very uncomfortable. I was getting up and walking towards you when someone stopped me. I was trying to shake them off when I saw him grab you and was pulling you out. I saw the scared look on your face, so I knew you didn't want to go with him. That's when I grabbed you and pulled you away from him."

I'm crying the whole time. He saved me. I hug him and tell him.

"Thank you.'' I cry out. He is rubbing my back, soothing me.

"It's ok. You're ok." He whispers.

After a few minutes of him just holding me, I pull away and wipe my tears.

"Thank you again. I really appreciate it." I take a step back from him.

"You don't have to thank me. I'd do it for anymore."

My heart pangs. Of course, he'd do it for anyone. He's a decent guy. I'm no one special to him.

I nod my head. "Well, thanks anyway."

We stand there and stare at each other. It's awkward now.

"I miss you." He whispers.

I don't say anything but just stare at him. I miss him too, but I won't just be a side chick or fuck buddy or whatever.

"Can we start over, please?"

I don't answer for a moment. Start over? Like friends?

"Who were you at the bar with?" I ask. I'm pretty sure I already know the answer. I just want to hear it from him.

He opens his mouth but then closes it again and furrows his brows. That's all the answer I need to know he was with a woman.

I laugh bitterly. "You should go." I start to head to the door to let him out.

"Arryn, wait." He grabs my hand, and I yank it back and glare at him.

He just stares at me, and I look at him expectedly.

He sighs loudly. "I was there with a woman, but it-"

I cut him off with a laugh. "You need to go right now. How stupid do you think I am? You want to start over and be what? Friends? No thanks." I say bitterly.

He lets out a frustrated groan. "Let me finish, please."

I cross my arms over my chest to let him finish.

"Yes, I was there with a woman, but it wasn't like anything you are thinking." He blows out a breath.

"So you didn't have sex with her?"

"Well, yes, but-"

I cut him off. "Save it. I don't want to hear about your hookups or anything like that. Please go." I try not to have a shaky voice, but I can't help it. It breaks my heart to hear that he slept with her.

"Arryn, just listen to me. I have had sex with her in the past, but it was before you. I only met her there to introduce her to Jason because she is a singer and is looking for a manager. Yes, she asked to hook up again, but I told her no. Jason was running late." His voice is slightly raised.

I roll my eyes at him. I don't believe him. I don't say anything because there is nothing to say.

He speaks again, but it's softer than before. "Look, I'm not good with expressing my feelings or anything like that, and yeah, I've fucked a lot of women, and I did have women that I called for strictly sex, but I don't want that anymore. I only want you."

"I'm not going to be a booty call, Ric," I say harshly.

"I don't want you to be a booty call, Arryn. I want you to be my girlfriend. I didn't ever want to be in a relationship again, but after I met you, all that changed. I've changed." He wants me to be his girlfriend? I'm shocked, but I try not to let it show.

"How have you changed?"

He takes a deep breath. "Since we started dating, I haven't had sex with anyone. I haven't even looked at another woman. You're all I think about. This past week without you has been hell for me. I shouldn't have left things unsaid when I left. I should have just explained everything."

I furrow my brows. "Well, explain now."

"When I told you that I didn't have a girlfriend, I only meant that I hadn't asked you yet. I was going to ask when I got back from my show, but instead, you ignored me all weekend, and I was pissed. On Monday, when I went to see you at work, you ignored me again. I was so mad and hurt. I didn't know what I did wrong. I hadn't felt that hurt in a long time."

He pauses and takes another deep breath. "Then when I came to your apartment, you kept going on about fuck buddies. I never thought that's what you were, and I didn't ever want you to be. When you mentioned a girlfriend, I was baffled. I haven't had a girlfriend since her." He says it harshly. I remember him briefly telling me about his last relationship when he released his latest song.

He continues, "I tried to ask who was claiming to be my girlfriend, but you wouldn't budge. I assumed it was just an excuse to break up with me."

He's taking deep breaths. I can see that he is trying hard to express himself.

"Can you please explain everything to me? If you don't want to be with me, then I understand. I just want the truth." His voice cracks a little at the end.

I guess I should explain everything to him. I do want to be with him. I've fallen hard for him. I take a deep breath so I can bare my soul.

"On that Friday night, I was at your apartment and was waiting for your call. Someone knocked on the door. I called you to ask if someone was supposed to come over. You didn't answer. So I called Damien, I would have called Jason, but I don't have his number."

"And you never fuckin will." He cuts me off. His voice is dripping with jealousy.

I raise my brows at him and smile a bit.

"Anyways," I draw it out a bit. I tell him everything else that happened, and he looks shocked.

"Did you ask her name?" He sounds cautious.

I nod my head. "Her name was Rebecca."

He groans. "Fuckin shit. Rebecca is NOT my girlfriend. That's my ex. How probably assumed I had a show since I wasn't there and you were. I don't know how she got into the building. I have NOT talked to her for months, and I don't plan to."

He is fuming. He keeps running his fingers through his hair. He looks hot. Stop stop. Now is not the time to check him out, I tell myself.

"So what now?" I ask.

"It's on you, baby. I explained everything. I want to be with you and only you."

I stare directly at him. Can I give him another chance? He explained everything. It all makes sense now. I clear my throat.

"Have you been with anyone this past week?" My voice is quiet.

"No. I stayed home and wrote songs. I only went out to get a coffee the other day, and that's when I ran into Sabine. Tonight was the first night I went out." He sounds sincere. Can I trust him? I think for a moment. Yes, I love him.

"Ok," I say quietly.

"Ok? As in, we can get back together?" His face brightens.

"Yes." I smile.

He grabs me and kisses me hard. I moan. I missed his lips.

We are kissing hard. His tongue is entangled with mine, and my core is on fire. He pulls away from me.

"Let's go to bed, I'm exhausted, and I know you are too." He gently grabs my hand and pulls me to my bed.
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