The Hardest Part Is Letting Go Of Your Dreams

I am in a crowded club and I am beyond drunk. Bert has just ditched me for some friend of his and I am pissed off. I'm about to leave when someone taps me on the shoulder and when I turn around a short very attractive man is standing there smiling at me. I can tell from the look in his eyes that he wants me so I take his hand and lead him across the club to the private back room I know I will have access to. When we get there I leave the lights off and slam his back into the wall, attaching our lips for the first time and we make out heatedly against the wall. I'm just reaching for his belt when the door slams open again and in the limited lighting coming in from the hallway I see Bob, the biggest asshole on the planet and also the most irrationally angry mob member in the world enter the room dragging some guy behind him by his hair. Bobs lackies enter with a few other guys, all of them with matching expressions of terror on their faces. Having fucked Bob for a while in the past I know what's about to go down and I know we should not be here or alert them to our presence. I slap my hand over hot guys mouth and silently drag him to the corner crouching down behind the couch there. I lean in and press my lips to his ear as I whisper "Keep still and keep fucking quiet." I feel him nod against me so I release my hand from his mouth and peer over the edge of the couch to see what's going on. Bob is bashing the hell out of the first guy before he takes a knife and slits his throat, dropping his lifeless body to the floor. My eyes widen, knowing these things happened with Bob but never having witnessed it before. The second guy is pleading for his life as Bob pulls out his gun and he spits out "Maybe you should have had my money and not punked me like you did." I turn my head and see the guy next to me staring wide eyed at the scene, trembling in fear but unable to look away. I reach out and grab his hand squeezing right before I hear the deafening bang of Bobs gun. The rest passes in a blur as the third guy makes a run for it and Bob aims and fires again, the guys brains splattering the wall as he drops to the floor. Bob and his two
men flee from the room and I can hear the commotion from the club from the gunshots and I tug on the guys hand and scream at him "We need to get out of here right now." He nods, still dazed as we run from the room, me pulling him down the hall towards the back entrance. As we reach the back alley my hair is grabbed and I feel something cold and hard pressed into my back, my grip on the guys hand broken. "Well well well I thought we had company in there" I hear Bobs voice say and I turn my head slightly to see he's the one holding me. "Hey baby, I won't say anything you know that." I hear a whimper so I turn my head to see the guy kneeling on the ground with a gun pointed at his head. "Let him go. He didn't see anything he was too afraid to watch. He won't say a word, you have my word on it." Bob hesitates for a second before he says "If I get wind the cops are after us I will kill you Gee. But I will kill that worthless brother and whore of a mother of yours first, infront of you. Then I will cut off your pathetic boyfriends dick and make him eat it before I empty my gun into your head. You understand me?" I nod and he releases me from his hold, the gun leaving my back. I take a step towards the guy as he's released as well but Bobs lacky strikes him in the temple with his gun, knocking him out before laying a few kicks into the back of his head. I rush forward and throw a punch into his face but in my drunken state it doesn't do much good. Bob and his two men leave and I scoop up the guy I was about to fuck ten minutes ago and carry him to the hospital around the corner, saying I just found him like this and when he's taken by the doctors I flee.

I wake up, shooting up from the bed as I pant and shiver, trying to catch my breath after that nightmare. I look down at Frank and he's sleeping peacefully. I remember the start of that dream, but not the guy or the run in with Bob. I continue to stare at Frank and wonder what the fuck is happening in my head. I climb out of bed and go to the bathroom to splash water on my face. How could I dream of Frank like that? He wasn't there that night, was he? My thoughts race as I make my way back to the room and turn the lamp on. In the limited lighting I kneel beside the bed and study Franks face and my eyes catch on a scar across his temple. I run my fingers over it needing to know it's not my eyes playing tricks on me but I feel the bump and my stomach drops. Franks eyes open and he says "What are you doing Gee?" "I know how I know your face. I know why you don't remember anything" I blurt out before standing up and running from the room, needing to speak to Dr Wentz straight away. It's early in the morning but I pray he's here when I bang on his office door. A second later he opens it and I rush out "I remember everything now" just as Frank runs up behind me and everything crashes in on me at once, overwhelming me and everything goes black.

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