72Β°/ Nightmares, New Friends and Bullshit

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~DABI~







Blood and fire.

Nothing could have been more beautiful and satisfying.

The metallic stench of gore that glared like that red dress slapped me with the most unbearable urges and cravings and like a creature of darkness, a blood sucking demon from the darkest parts of hell, I embraced every bit of it with open arms, smiled in utter satisfaction, basked in my euphoria for how much catastrophe was unfolding before my eyes.

Bring it on.

Smoke. So much smoke. Fuck, a fuck lot. They rose from the flames that dominated in the darkness all around me, and they filled the air, forming the most beautiful patterns I had ever seen, drawing the shapes of chaos and catastrophe in shades of grey. Each streak of smoke, rising from the burning ashes, the crumbling ashes that screamed my name as hell called on its soul, and I only watched.

Bring it the fuck on.

I watched.

I watched it all. I admired the beauty that chaos could be.

I dare you to bring it on.

With awe in my crazed eyes, I watched the blood dripping down my finger tips, and with every rise and fall of my chest from every inhale and exhale of the poison from the smoke of the ashes, I basked in all of this. The screaming. The stench. The shattering of glass. The flames. The mutation of my skin as I embraced the demon that I was slowly morphing into.

And that was when my horror started to grow.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!"

That moment when I looked to my hands and saw the scaly transitioning of my own skin, a sight that scared me shitless, had me panicking and screaming and trying to tear that cloak off me as it tried to consume me whole.

I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

There, then, my mind was shattering into bits, the scream of tortured souls started to haunt me, the flames were getting hotter, the ashes and smoke were started to choke me as death had a grip around my throat, and with every strength I mustered to scream, I could barely even hear my own voice.

I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

Anguish was me. Terror was me. Everything sinister was me. I ran from me. With every strength I could muster, I raced away from the creature I had become, raced like my life depended on it, strived to run and run and run and run and run and run and run and runβ€”

"Dabi."

I woke up.

I woke up to an anxiety attack.

It was just a nightmare.

Did it make me feel better? Not really. The anxiety attack grew with every dark realization I tried to numb from my mind and it was by far, the worst one I had had yet.

With remnants of the stupid nightmare that I had just had haunting me, blood and fire, I was breathing in and out with large gulps of air, my heartbeat spiralling out of control like a patient close to a deadly stroke.

"Dabi."

Overwhelmed, I threw my arms around him.

Fear gripped me cold and I wrapped my arms around his body and pressed my face into his chest, breathing hard as the tears that I did not even know were brimming in my eyes stained his white tank top and I held onto him like I was holding onto dear life, with every bit of me, pulling against the fabric as I held myself together, held my sanity together.

But...

He didn't hug back.

Strange.

He let me keep hugging him though, but did not quite hug back. It felt odd. I started to feel odd. He started to feel odd.

No.. Literally.

His body that I clung to myself felt odd around my arms. It felt different. I couldn't pin it down why. Whether it was the fact that no matter how much I squeezed, I couldn't feel his heart beat as much as it used to. I used to feel Marcus's heart beating even through his rock hard chest, but now, I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing but stillness.

I used to feel a tenderness when I held him too, even though he was very ripped and made of muscles, but now, I felt close to nothing of that tenderness.

His scent seemed to change a bit too. Yes, there was that softness in it, something floral like lavender, but there was also another strange scent like strawberry that was nothing like Marcus scented like.

Marcus didn't scent like strawberries.

Flowers, maybe. But definitely not strawberries.

Marcus Acha had some sort of 'after scent' to his floral. Something like Cedar or some insanely strong men's cologne. Not just the scent of nature alone. This was not Marcus's scent.

"Dabi."

I jumped.

I jumped away from him.

That was NOT Marcus Acha!

"What the FUCKβ€”" I screamed in horror as I pushed him off me and jumped away from the bed, the intensity of my panic rising as I saw who it was that I had mistaken for the love of my life.

It was him.

That boy, Nana Obi.

He sat there on the edge of the bed that I had jumped away from, a look of worry mixed with a bit of discomfort and awkwardness etched onto his angel-like face as it seemed as though he found it hard to even look me directly in the face after that just happened.

"Sorry." He briefly swiped a hand across the tip of his nose, glanced at me and embarrassingly glanced away almost immediately. Cleared his throat. Softly ran a hand through that thick mane of hair on his head and trailed it down until it started to rub awkwardly against the nape of his neck.

I felt so weird. So, so weird.

My growing anxiety did not help matters at all.

I wondered why he did not say anything.

And most especially, what he was doing here in the first place.

"The time is 7am," Nana spoke in a quiet tone and I knew he was in a bid to salvage the awkwardness in the air between us, and when he moved on the bed, I took a step back away from him. "I just came here to wake you from sleep and I did not expect to be thrown into a hug."

It was now my turn to feel embarrassed.

I felt the humiliation creeping in slowly as I came to a new understanding of that fact that I had practically hugged the fuck out of Nana, thinking he was Marc. I mean, it was just a hug. But it felt so weird. The only guy that I had ever been that intimate with was Marcus Acha. Hugging Nana felt...... Weird.

It felt too weird.

"You didn't sleep well."

Oh, well, he pointed out the obvious.

How could I sleep well after everything that happened earlier this morning? Just how?Β 

There was no human being on earth that would have been able to sleep well. Not a single one. I was a whole wreck after Sean had walked out on everyone and I broke like glass before Marc, who made it his motive to make sure that I was alright. I was a mess.

Thankfully, he was there to help me to get back to sleep. It was hard, but somehow, God knows how, Marc was able to get me to sleep. The last thing I remembered was drifting off to sleep with Marc by my side and it never felt like he left my side for even a minute.

That was partly why I was so confused as to how I woke up and he wasn't there.

Marcus wasn't even here to wake me up. Instead, Nana was.Β 

"Where did he go?" I asked Nana.

He blinked. "Sorry?"

"Marc," I specified. "Where is he? Where did he sleep?"

Nana raised his head to look at me, a calmness like the ocean swaying around in his eyes as he took his time to inform me of something I wasn't aware of.

"No one slept asides you, Dabi."

That made me stop and swallow.Β 

He wasn't joking?

"And I feel you should lay off a little," He chipped it in carefully, subtly, like he was testing waters.

I stared at him blankly.

"What do you mean?"

I had to ask because I was not grabbing.

Nana looked like he was looking for the best ways to put his words and he bit against his lips for a moment before letting himself say them to me.

"The situation is not getting any better," He told me. "As much as you feel the need to step in and help, I feel you should let your boyfriend deal with this alone."

I wanted to, but....

"It's not your fault," He countered what could have been my next thought, "And as things are now, you coming in would complicate it even further. For now, I strongly believe you should let him deal with this with his friend. Understand?"

Nana spoke gently. Like he was explaining it to a child. His voice, a bedroom quietness and just as before, calm and satisfying. Enough to even put anyone to sleep.Β 

I didn't give an answer. I didn't have one to give. I wanted to get argue, but I couldn't even pick offence with someone who sounded like Nana. So, I said nothing.

"For the mean time," He continued when I was not talking back, "You can let me know when you want to go home. I could help order a cab. If that is okay with you."

Go home? Without seeing Marc? God forbid.

"Or if you want to stay for a bit and have a bath, and maybe some breakfast, then you couldβ€”"

"Breakfast." I cut him off immediately with a nod. "I want breakfast."

Nana's eyes glinted. Something piqued in it.Β 

"Oh." He said. "Okay." With that, he stood up from the bed and I stepped back and took guard. Grabbed the first thing my hands could touch for defence.

Nana noticed. Stopped. Looked at me in my suddenly panicked and defence state. Looked at my weapon as well.

"I am just heading for the door." He gestured to the door as he explained himself, worry and shock evident in his ocean-calm eyes.

"Okay." I said quietly. Stared.

"So, you can put it down." He suggested calmly.

"Put what down." I basically stared through him as I spoke, an eerie tone to my quiet voice.

"The Deadly insecticide spray you are holding up at me, Dabi." He answered very politely.

I looked to the insect killer bottle in my hands, the very one that I had held up in an attack stance, with my index on the spray tip, getting ready to press down hard on it onto Nana's face if he took another step.

Gulping, embarrassed with realization, I brought my hand down and dropped it back on the wooden table where I had picked it up from.

"Sorry." I awkwardly said.

Nana smiled back, basking in our awkwardness and his braces flashed for a moment.

"No qualms."

Frankly, I was not even that scared around him. I couldn't understand why.

"Come with me." He softly obliged.

I looked at him at the door. "Excuse me?"

"Dining," He explained. "Come with me to the dining."

"Why can't I just stay here?" I asked back.

"My mum does not like it when people eat in the bedrooms," He explained. "Come?"

Oh.

"Okay," I muttered, following behind Nana quietly.



*****



The house was graveyard silent and even though something in me tried to whisper it in my subconscious that it could have just been only natural for a home like this to be sober and quiet, I also knew that the tension from the early hours of this morning went a long way to cause this kind of atmosphere.

It could not even be masked.

There was this cutthroat feeling that hovered around me and couldn't leave. It just lingered around me, sinisterly, uncomfortably, and with every reminder of what happened earlier, the coldness and hotness that fluctuated in the air, the thorough discomfort that I had felt under Sean's heavy, unforgiving stare, and the weight of his last words to be....

Everything made me feel so weird. Unsafe. Like there was just some impending doom that I could not see coming even though it was right under my nose. Something terrible that was in stall. And not just for Marcus, but scarily, for me too.

The feel of the tension, hell, even its smell was pungent in the air. I could smell it down to every bit of what it was made up of. It moved like a string of wave into my nose and fuelled my entire system with an aroma that slapped with every secondβ€”

Wait a minute.

I sniffed the aroma in the air again, taking in the aroma that dominated all of a sudden.

Sniff. Sniff.

Okay, maybe that was toast.

Toast. I hummed in delight as I inhaled the sweet smelling savour of flavour and crisp filled the air and there was a tingle in my brain as it fuelled my entire system with cravings.

"Here."

A plate of toast magically appeared before me, on the table, and my eyes widened for a moment and I was on the verge of asking if all of it was for me.

"Is there anything else you need?" Nana asked politely as he sat quietly with a tea cup, Lipton, and a can of peak milk and I supposed he was making some tea.

I had to wonder if he was naturally this lenient with every guest that came to his house.

Serving breakfast and everything.

Nana had brought me here to the dining room, a small space that was subtly segregated from the moderate spaced, nice living room that was posh, yet simple. Just like the dining room.Β 

I liked the look of this place. Where he lived. While the Acha Residence looked luxurious and had an eye candy precision to it, this one looked more homely. Like it was made for one to relax. With a theme of glass white everywhere and scattered bits of gold, I supposed, it looked like paradise.Β 

It surprised me how comfortable the dining seats even were. It was made of glass, for one, just like the little stools in the living room that sided the brown and white fluffy couches, so a part of me expected the glass seats to be hard and uncomfortable, but nah, not even close. They matched the table and it was the most glorious thing to watch how the glass table swallowed and glowed the lights of the chandelier above us.Β  Pretty lights shone on me and Nana's skin from the chandelier that stood there at the centre of the dining room, and just like those little ones that scattered all around the ceiling of the Living room, it glowed pretty, bright lights that illuminated the early dim morning.

"You asked for Toast and Tea," Nana said to me.

I did?

"So, what else would you want?" He questioned further as he soaked the Lipton in milk and I wondered if he was making tea for himself or me.

But that was not what called me particularly to what he was doing.

I frowned on realizing it. My forehead creased with confusion.....

This Nana boy, he was soaking the Lipton pack inside the milk.

Ehh?

The boy just sat there, dipping it quietly and gently, dip dip dip, into the liquid milk in the tea cup and I stared at him, confused.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

I had to. I couldn't even stop myself.

He stopped. Looked up at me and blinked.

I stared right back.

What was he doing? Who on plant Earth soaked a Lipton pack inside Milk? I thought we were meant to soak it in hot water first?

"What am I doing?" He asked me.

"Have you ever made Lipton Tea before?" I asked him.

He blinked again, like the question took him aback.

"Um, not exactly." He answered.

Well, that explained things.

"Any problem?" He asked me.

I didn't even have strength.

"No, not one." I answered.

"Well, um," He stuttered for a moment, returned back to the concottion he was making and pretending it was tea, "So, is there anything else I could get for you?"

Sigh.

"Do you have lemonade?" I asked him.

He stopped. Looked up at me again.

"Lemonade." He repeated.

"Lemonade." I nodded.

"Well, um, no..." He drawled, looking sorry to disappoint, "But, we have watermelon juice."

"It's not the same thing," I told him.

"Orange?" He compromised.Β 

"Close." I agreed.

Nana nodded and softly moved the tea cup to me, positioning it next to my plate toast, serving me my breakfast for the morning and I smiled in gratitude. He returned a smile before leaving the table.

I smiled to myself at his back and stared at the Lipton Tea he positioned for me and I had to laugh again.

"Who soaks Lipton in Milk?" I sighed to myself with a head shake, "If he can't make something as simple as Lipton Tea, then, he would absolutely suck at cooking."

On cue, my phone chimed with a message that nearly startled me, but soon, morphed into high excitement and anticipation when I imagined it would be whom I wanted it to be.

I looked.

Disappointment.

Okay, so it wasn't Marc.



Chi Mama✨

Where have you been? I didn't hear from you again Last Night? Hope you're safe, Dabz.

<Sent 7:24am

Right.

I had missed her calls that night and I saw the text afterwards, but it was so inconvenient at the time to act on it, so I made up my mind that I would once Marc and I left the Bonfire party.

But, well, a series of unexpected shit happened after.

Me.

I'm at Nnaemeka Obi's house.

<Sent 7:25am


Chi Mama✨

Wtf.

<Sent 7:25am


Me.

Long story.....
I'll tell you about it when I come back.

<Sent 7:27am

Chi Mama✨

When will that be?

<Sent 7:27am

Me.

Soon.

<Sent 7:28am

Chi Mama✨

I'd need you to be more specific, Dabz. It's weird to hear that you're at a stranger's house. That's not very good to hear. I want to know when you'll be here. Or text me the dets? I'll come around.

<Sent 7:29am

Me.

Nana's a classmate, not a stranger and so far I've observed, he's very harmless..... I promise.

But don't worry, I didn't come alone. I'm with Marc. He brought me here on request.

<Sent 7:32am

Chi Mama✨

Okay....

It's just that....

Everyone's worried about you, Dabz.

<Sent 7:33am



Her last message took me off guard.

Completely.

Everyone?

Who's 'everyone'?

The Sisters?

Are they the 'everyone'?

Was she talking about the same Sisters? Could that be possible? I could have sworn that they all probably hated me to the moon and back right now.

Since what happened, everytime I asked about the Sisters and insisted I wanted to come with her to see them, she refused me from doing so. Like it was such a taboo for me to show my face before them all. And when I would ask her if things were that bad that I couldn't see them yet, she always said in these exact words, "I have everything under control, Dabz."

Made me wonder if something was going on with them, something concerning me, that I was oblivious to.

If it was something I should be worries about.

And if it was, then, why would they suddenly be worried about me.

Or, am I overthinking things?

"Overthinking what?"

I froze for a second or two at the new, not-so-new voice that joined me again on the table.

Nana. Again.

This time, he returned with a glass jug of orange juice, along side some other 'new stuff' in covered plates.

I inhaled the sweet aroma that filled the air, I wondered what on earth he was up to now. What on earth he was carrying in those covered plates.

"Did you read my thoughts?" I asked

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