Dreams. Chapter 1

Starring: Richard/ Paul.
Paul POV.

What's going on? Where.....where am I? I tried to move but when I did a inmense pain ran through my body. It felt like I'd been run over. Would I drunk too much? No, I've been drunk many times and this is not at all like a hangover. My ears were beeping and I felt very sick. I tried to open mu eyes but it was in vain. I checked my body, looking for any clues to help me know what had happened. My shirt was stained with something viscous, what the hell is this? And what the hell happened? Among the immense noise that whipped my head I could hear something, a door opening I thought. I couldn't tell if what I heard was true or I was imagining it. The ground shook under me, stopped and shook again, this time much stronger and much faster. Noise..... voices were getting closer. "Paul?" ..... "Paul!". Someone was  calling me, but who? That voice was ..... I felt someone was shaking my shoulders but I didn't open my eyes, it was fine. Someone was  shaking me again and this time I could hear a voice through the deafening beep "Paul, Paul, Damn it Paul open your eyes! I did, faint rays of light illuminated the room, was dawning.I remembered the viscosity from my shirt and slowly lifted my hand. Blood, uhmm something told me that was mine. I was ..... in my apartment? I turned my head toward the voice. I couldn't recognize him at first, I could only see the shape of a man kneeling in front of me. I blinked a few times to try focus the mysterious man. The shadows were disappearing slowly and I could see him. He was wearing a dark blue jeans and a tight black shirt. His hands were still clutching tightly to my shoulders in a way that I felt like he sank her nails into my skin. I looked up at his face. I froze, I wanted to scream, shout him stay away but no words came out of my mouth so I stayed there, lying on the ground unable to move. My eyes were open wide, fearing that he pounded on me again. If he do it it would be my end. I could barely keep conscious, tears started falling down my face, the world was turning and filling with shadows, leaving me surrounded by darkness and loneliness. I never liked being to much time alone, that depressed me but this time it felt good, no, better than good. I closed my eyes and I settled on the floor, feeling how the dream came looking for me.

I was sleeping on the couch when I started awake, I sat bolt upright, blinked a few times and turned to the figure who approached me. It was dark and I could only see the shadows proyected by the TV but I could recognize him anyway. He grabbed my shirt and dragged me into the kitchen where he pushed me against the wall. He kissed me, I could feel the taste of alcohol in his mouth. "Richard, where have you been?" He ignored my question and planted a trail of kisses from my neck to my jaw, his hand slipped under my shirt, gently stroking my chest with his right hand while the left tucked into my pants. "Richard, let's go to bed," I said between moans, "I'm tired and you do not know what you....." He punched me in the face and I fell to the floor. "Hey, what's wrong with you!" I yelled as I wiped the blood dripping from my nose. He held out his hand to help me up, with that crooked smile on his face. I felt that things were going to get worse so I grabbed his hand with suspicion, fearing that this had not been finished. I had regained his balance when I felt another punch, this time in the stomach. I fell to my knees, "How dare you" I whispered but not enough low, I think he heard me because his smile grew bigger. He pushed my shoulder with his boot until I was lying on the ground with my nose still bleeding. I didn't know what to do, I knew he wasn't going to stop, said something would be worse for me. I heard a loud laugh that made me shudder. Silence surrounded us, and Richard have that damn smile on his face again. Had he done? My thoughts were interrupted by a sharp kick in my ribs followed by another and another and another. The pain ran through my body. "So, I don't know ...... seems now..... I couldn't hear what he said, my ears were beeping. The room turned and my vision began blurred. I closed my eyes and curled up, hugging myself thinking that the pain would disappear. He struck me one last kick and he turned on his heels and shuffled down the long corridor until he reached his room, closing the door behind him. What the hell had happened? ......... Why would he do that? ..... and..... when is .....? The pain prevented me focus on my thoughts. I have to ..... "Paul"..... I can't ..... "Paul" ..... let me ..... "wake up."

I opened my eyes suddenly, a blinding light hit my eyes and I closed them instantly. I blinked to adapt me to the light in the room. I looked left still dazed. There was a window through which I could see a garden with big trees and all kinds of plants. This is not my apartment, I've never been in such a place. Where was I? What was all this? "Honey?" I turned my head to the warm voice and there he was, sitting in a chair next to my bed with her index finger stroking one of my tattoos. It was Richard, my love, he had come to ..... wait ..... Richard, he was here!