Wildest Dreams

Darla adjusted her posture as she sat on the hard floor of the dance club. Her eyes scanned the book her slender fingers held in front of her. She plucked a strand of long black hair off her bare leg. Workers moved around her as they continued to put up the last of the decorations for the event scheduled later that night. She glanced up at DJ with light green eyes as the sound system screeched and shook her head. He gritted his teeth as he ran his long fingers through his short purple hair. His golden eyes narrowed. His expression flashed hard and then softened as our eyes met. “You are the one that asked for my help.” She shouted over to him.

“I know.” DJ shouted back. Then fiddled some more with the sound system. As he ran another test Darla nodded and flashed a thumbs up. He grinned. Darla glanced around the room.

“You need to be different.” A familiar voice cascaded down onto her.

Her forehead wrinkled, “Did you say something?” She glanced up and leaned forward. Her eyes opened wide as she recognized Zane. His white hair fell across his black eyes. The day they met flashed through her mind. It had been a few weeks earlier in that very room. They had spoken often during that time, but hadn’t spent a lot of time together. He often spoke with authority on a lot of subjects that she had questions about.

“I said, you need to be different.” His voice filled with irritation.

Her muscles tensed as she folded the book and set it into her lap. She let out a slow breath as she looked up and blinked, “Different?” Her voice had lifted an octave as she tried to remain steady and calm. Her stomach churned as the energy from him sucked all the oxygen from the room.

He glided the few steps closer. A pregnant pause came as he nodded, “Yes.” His voice dropped lower, “Different.” He spoke slower and knelt down. He paused, “You need to be different.”

As he reached to take the book, she moved it away. His hand landed on her knee and sent a tremor through her. A wave flowed over her as all of her energy pooled at his hand and left her tired. She swayed but managed to remain upright. He tilted his head and ran his fingers through his hair. She blinked as she tucked the book behind her and folded her hands into her lap. Her eyes narrowed as she looked up at him. “Really? Just how different?”

He cleared his throat as a soft expression came over his face. Yet, his eyes glassed over and pulled the life from her. The eerie thin smile that greeted her caused her heart to jump and she leaned back. “For one you should be,” His words cut off as the music played louder. Her eyes darted to the stage where DJ winked at her. The man in front of her leaned forward and started to whisper into her ear.

As he spoke Darla sat frozen. Her insides trembled as this person she thought of as a friend informed her of how she didn’t measure up. How different she needed to be if she wanted even one friend in her life. Let alone a lot of other things. Her shoulders grew heavy as she leaned forward. She closed her eyes. Zane spoke louder as his hand rested on her shoulder.

Her eyes narrowed as her blood began to boil and her heart beat faster. The energy returned to her in a wave, “In your wildest dreams.”

“What?” The shock came through Zane’s voice.

“In your wildest dreams.” She shouted as loud as he had spoken. “Everything you just said tells me you don’t know me at all.” Her voice sounded strong and he shrunk back. His eyes narrowed as the shock flowed over his face. Then he flushed red. His eyes glowed and his hands became fists. She stood up and looked down at him. “Get out. Get out of my life. Go.” She ordered. The air grew heavy and warmth flowed over her body. Their eyes met and neither budged. Then she took a step forward. He leaned back. She took another step. Lifted her arm and pointed to the door. “Get out.” Her voice sounded calm and in control.

He slunk off as she leaned against the wall. With a deep breath she started to giggle as a rush of energy flowed back into her. She looked around at all the workers who had frozen in place. Their eyes darted to her and back to their tasks. She looked at DJ. He winked and went about his job. Then a song came over the air.

She laughed. “Seriously, you played that song?” He laughed and winked.


Wearing:

  • the catheryne dress maitreya fitted navy by le fil casse (Gift at an event)
  • Same head, body, shape, and hair as She was in her last post. 🙂

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this post are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Copyright: All rights reserved to Sadie Hunter September 2020.


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