(Author’s POV)
"Should I call Dr. Hayden again?" Yelena face was etched with concern. She was scared shitless when she saw Myra’s restless face when she was sleeping.
Just like yesterday, Yelena was sleeping beside Myra. At about three thirty-five in the morning, she was woken up by Myra’s rough panting. She seed distressed in her sleep and kept mumbling sothing which Yelena could not quite comprehend at first.
She looked at Myra’s forehead and her pajamas, they were damp as they were soaked in sweat despite the air conditioner was keeping the room relatively cool.
Yelena gently shook Myra’s shoulder at first and called out to her, "Myra ...... hey ... wake up. Are you having another nightmare?"
But the latter’s actions beca more frantic. She was huffing and puffing as if soone was after her life. Yelena got super worried for her friend and didn’t knew what to do.
She tried calling out to her again, "MYRA, Myra ...." but Myra’s breathing only beca erratic as he started sobbing. Her face was turning ghostly pale as she mumbled, "Who are you? ..... What do you want from ? ...... I beg you ... spare ."
Yelena was freaking out. Aunt Mary, her house help had returned back to the mansion for the night and would only co back by six o’clock in the morning. So, she and Myra were alone now. She thought of calling her father and unlocked her screen to dial his number. Simultaneously, she was calling out to Myra as well. Her voice was loud to even wake up the whole neighborhood, "Myra, wake up, for goodness’s sake. Myra Miracle." Her was shivered with fright.
She put her phone on speaker. As the call was about to go through, Myra woke up with a start. Her eyes were puffy and red as she gasped for oxygen.
Yelena disconnected the call imdiately and explained to Myra what had happened as the latter was still in daze. She tried to rember and could tell she was having a dream, good or bad, she could not recollect that.
All she could recall was a male voice, calling out to her. They way that voice called Myra ’his love’, gave her the chills. It was deep and magnetic and firm and gentle and mostly importantly, it was a familiar voice.
She closed her eyes to rember his face but there was just darkness. This frustrated her greatly so she forced herself to rember sothing, anything but the strain gave her intense headache. A grunt escaped her mouth.
Yelena suggested giving a call to Dr. Hayden which Myra firmly declined. It was still dark outside and around four in the morning. She did not see it feasible to disturb anyone at this ti of the day. She shrugged it off as a re nightmare.
After all, Yelena was well aware about Myra having bad dreams. But this ti, it wasn’t like before. Generally, Myra would only mumble in her sleep and then when Yelena called her, she would wake up.
But this ti, it took quite a while to wake Myra up. Yelena’s face was tensed as she stated, "This is not right at all. It is two days in a row, that you are having these nightmares. And this ti after calling you so many tis, you didn’t respond. It scared , Myra. What if ... what if, sothing had happened to you?"
Yelena’s eyes turned veiny and red as she spoke how she felt in that mont, her voice turned hoarse.
Myra licked her lips and then pursed them. She took Yelena’s hands in hers and said, her voice soft, "Hey, relax. Nothing has happened and nothing will. You know, I have been a bit stressed because of this injury and lying to my family has also made a tad bit anxious. I guess, that’s the reason I am getting all these nightmares."
Yelena listened to her attentively as she sniffed. Myra continued, reassuring her, "I promise you, if I feel sothing off, I will convey it to you I instantly. Then, you can call Dr. Hayden or your dad, I won’t mind."
With a slight tremor in her voice Yelena asked, "Can we not just co clean to Uncle William and Aunt Sandra? All this is stressing you out and it is not good for your physical as well as ntal health. I know your parents will worry and but they will eventually understand."
Myra shook her head, "No, that can’t happen. Dad is .... dad is on ds and mom has a heart condition too, so I won’t be taking any risk. It is just a little inconvenience for but I can manage."
Yelena couldn’t argue about this matter. Myra’s concerns were genuine and it was not her place to argue about her family matters.
The atmosphere turned somber as Myra cleared her throat and apologized, "I am sorry. Because of , you woke up. You must have been stressed all along."
"Nahh, don’t apologize babe. Anyways, I wasn’t even feeling sleepy. How about you?" Yelena shrugged it off.
"To be honest, too. I am not feeling sleepy as well. How about we watch that series which you were telling about?" Myra suggested. She wanted to take her mind off of that dream badly.
Yelena’s eyes glead at Myra’s words, "Ohhhh damn, sure. You know, the guy playing the second lead character is from our high school."
"Really, was there such a popular guy in our school?" Myra inquired.
Yelena plugged in her laptop and unlocked it ask she replied, "Yes and no. Sorry for saying this, but that guy used to look like a total dork. With his bleached hair and punk wears. Arghhhh ... gosh. Even rembering his past self makes my skin crawl."
Myra tried to jog down her mory about this bleached hair dude but she couldn’t recall.
Yelena exclaid loudly as the show started. The loud the music buzzed as the somber atmosphere turned lively.
Myra cozied up beside Yelena and as the latter gushed over the main lead, "Ohhh my lovely Adrian. He looks such a heartthrob. Whatever type of role he gets to play, he totally nails it. A cop, a billionaire CEO or even an ordinary school guy. You know, this ti he is playing a werewolf. Ahhhhh gosh, he looks so dashing. My eye candy."
The soft music ended and Myra looked Yelena, like she has two heads, "Werewolf?"
"I know you are not into those fantasy novels and you don’t even watch any romantic series but this genre is so in. Werewolf and vampires, everyone loves them," Yelena explained to Myra as if she was a toddler.
Myra’s face stiffened as she cursed inside her head, ’What the actual fuck is even going on with my life? Am I really cursed or sothing?’
"Can’t we watch sothing else?" Myra suggested. She wasn’t comfortable watching it.
But Yelena assured her, "Trust , you will love this one." She was excited.
Myra sighed and didn’t say anything. She already felt guilty for waking Yelena up. Now, she didn’t wanted to spoil the mood.
Two minutes into the series, the screen lit up with the male lead and second lead as they transford into their respective wolf forms.
Seeing this, Myra flinched as she clasped her fists tightly. It was way too realistic and reminding her of Brave and Alaric. She kept on repeating in her mind, "This is just a show. A show. It is just a damn show. Don’t freak out, Myra."
But the next mont, Adrian growled in his wolf form and Myra scread instinctively.
Yelena started laughing at her reaction as she comnted, "Hahaha .... geez Myra. You are such a baby. It is not even a horror movie."
Myra was too scared to say anything as her body trembled. Yelena sealed her mouth and when she saw Myra’s condition. Her voice turned serious, "Are you alright? I am sorry, if you are scared then we won’t watch it." She closed her laptop.
After few minutes of breathing exercises, Myra cald down a bit as she questioned Yelena, "What do you think of werewolves?"
Yelena was perplexed by her abrupt question. But nevertheless, she replied, "They are so cool. Damn, not are they just sexy but they look delectable in their wolf form." She was talking like a fan girl as she drooled a little imaging it.
"Not like that, I am asking what if, werewolves are real? What will you think of it then?" Myra asked seriously.
"Why are you asking that?" Yelena frowned at her question. "It isn’t like you to ask such things. Was it that traumatizing for you?"
Myra couldn’t tell her about what happened in Kimberg. So, she made so things up, "I am just a little curious. The show, the cinematography was quite real. I thought it was real." Then she started laughing nervously.
Yelena answered her, "No, it’s a good question though. What if werewolves are real. Hmmmm, that would be scary as fuck."
To Be Continued . . . . . . . . . .
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