Chapter 76: I don't know what's real anymore

River POV

It's dark why is it so dark, I don't like the dark.

Where am I?

I feel a wall and follow it around till I find a switch.

I flip the switch and the minute it comes on, I look around shakeing my head.

"No!" I yell.

I'm in my room, my old room!

No! This is a dream, this isn't real!

I turn the knob it's unlocked, I look out it's the same hallway as my old house.

No, this isn't right!

I'm free!

Wasn't I free?

Was that a dream?

I start crying.

Is this a dream?

I start crying harder, No!

I want to go back.. I want to go back to Finn.

No! This isn't right.

I start running through the hall to get to the front door.

Someone grabs my hair and I'm slammed to the floor.

I look up and it's Finn.

No! I shut my eyes tightly.

Finn would never hurt me!

I open my eyes and I kick him away.

He changes to my father.

"Noo! This isn't real I yell!"

"You say that all the time. It's the drugs.This is real life sorry to disappoint you again" my father whispers to me laughing.

I close my eyes and when I open them I'm on the floor and I see see Stan Zunker running towards me pulling his clothes off.

"Noooo!!"

Everything goes black..

When I open my eyes again it's blurry and I'm on the ground crawling to get away.

I hear a loud thumping sound.

As I look up I see my father smashing Finn head into the floor...

"Noooooo!!!"

I sit straight up, I'm breathing heavy, shaking, sweating and I'm crying.

I look over and Finn's fast asleep.

He is real, I gently touch he's chest.

He looks so peaceful.

So I didn't yell in my sleep, that's good.

I hate waking everyone up.

It's embarrassing.

I get to my feet.

Ohhhh, I'm a little sore.

You asked for it vagina, you have no one else to blame.

I grab my phone for light and I grab a robe off the back of the door as slip into the hallway.

A small motion activated light comes on and lights up the floor.

I smile.

I'm assuming I have Finn to thank for that.

I quickly find the bathroom, close the door and turn on the light. I lean against the counter and then slide down to the floor.

I begin crying into my hands.

Those fucking assholes!

Why can't I even have one night where I get to enjoy myself.

One freaking night.

I hate them!

I hate myself!

I lay on the cold floor thinking about Finn and last night.

Last night was so perfect, oh my god. I loved every moment of it!! It was so amazing!!

I lean my head back thinking of how hot Finn looked between my legs licking my pussy.

I loved how scared he was, it made me less scared and if possible made me fall more in love with him.

Suddenly I hear my father's voice in my head telling me that this isn't real.

I can hear my father smashing Finn's head against the ground.

I feel sick to my stomach and I feel dizzy.

I can't think straight, I'm so confused.

Was my father right, is that my reality?

Tears stream down my face.

Is this all just a some fantasy or dream that I slip into when my reality becomes too much.

I can't clear my head, I need somebody calming, someone I know is safe.

I would go to Chailor normally but I don't want her this time, the only person that keeps popping into my thoughts is him..

I grab my phone from the counter and dial his number..

"Hello, Kitten. Are you alright?" He says raspy as he answers his phone.

"Yes. Sorry Pickle I didn't want to wake you, I'll call you tomorrow, it's late. I'm sorry" I feel embarrassed now that I called him.

"I'm awake" he says quickly.

"I couldn't sleep. How about you Kitten, what's going on?" He asks sweetly.

I take a deep breath as my tears start falling again.

"Same. I had a bad dream and couldn't fall back to sleep. I didn't want to wake up Finn and I was hoping you were awake working or something, I guess" I say awkwardly.

"You can call me anytime you want or need to Kitten. I will answer at anytime for you"

I already feel better just hearing his voice.

It's such a strange feeling but I've missed him today.

"Thank you Pickle"

I feel like I can breathe a little better.

"Do you want to talk about your dream?" he asks sweetly.

Tears hit my eyes.

"I don't know, maybe?" I finally get out.

"Take your time. We can talk about anything you want" I can hear the patience in his voice.

"I do want to talk about it but first, what's your name? Or do you only go by Pickle?" I ask curiously.

"I only go by Pickle and have only gone by that since I was 12 years old. I was a runaway from a abusive home and this amazing street woman named Alyce found me and taught me about street life. She was a amazing person and I keep my name in honor of her. She used to call me Dill Pickle and It just became Pickle as I got older."

"They wanted to change my name for my protection after what happened but I wouldn't do it. I can't change my name because nobody knows what happened to my mom or brother and I couldn't risk the chance that they could still be looking for me. After all this time though I know in my heart that he killed them. My father was a monster.

"I'm so sorry Kitten" he says sadly.

"Alyce sounds like a great woman. You said she was a amazing person did she pass away, If you don't mind me asking?"

I'm probably getting nosey now but I want to know more about him.