THE DREAMS

Chapter 1

“How did I get here?” I asked myself trying to remember what could have led me here and where I was as I slowly staggered up from the ground where I seem to have been for quite some time. I think I owned a gold medal for forgetfulness. “Where am I?”

“You are in wonderland” a feminine voice replied me in a tone that betrayed her look when I turned to see who answered me. “Scum bag!”

“Aren’t there supposed to be manners in wonderland?” I replied agitated, surprised and intrigued. “How did you lose yours?”

“I Know for sure that there are no drunks in wonderland!” she fired back at me really upset and ready for whatever I was going to say. “You’re in the wrong place. You sure have been waiting to be 21 so you could raid all the bars, swim in alcohol and make a mess of the environment”

“What do you know about Alice in the wonder land and even if this was the wonderland you’re will be the evil red nosy queen that yell at everyone she could find like a fuel truck horning at everyone in the road knowing no one would dear to hit it or stand in its way. Well guess what? I’m the fire fighter motor vehicle that is not afraid of fire” I said with everything I had inside of me hoping this would bring her down, destabilize and make her surrender.

“Wow Impressive! Motor vehicle! Don’t forget to bring your uniform to make sure you are ready for a fight. Hope they got you a sexy one so you can woo the ladies in a slim fit fire fighter uniform handsome!” she went with a fist at my face and a fuming evil like a man taking candy from a kid and smiling at him; the challenge was on because I’ve got a reservoir of bullets and firearms. I wasn’t going to be slammed by the super hot lady whose face I couldn’t figure out because it was dark and really dark maybe past 10:00pm or so but I could tell she is hot and her composure was outstanding and she’s also quite curvy too in outfit.

“I’d check on you in the office laundry before going fire fighting and make sure you iron all the clothes given you or you’re fired and that’s back to the slum for you launder!” I rebounded with the best thing I could think of to piss her off as much as she has pissed me too.

“I’ll be waiting for you and make sure you bring your cum smudged panties when you come so I’ll dispose of it for you as usual. Fire pervert who wears lady panties at this age; uugh! I could puke now” She wouldn’t give up and so I couldn’t; I never give up but I admit she was a good fight and almost too good a fighter but I’ve been a champion all my life and this wasn’t going to be my first lost at least not from a tough and hot never give up lady like her because I’m tough too and I hold an unbeaten record for bitch talking; I literally practiced!

I had to think of something before she feels she has won or say something else to weigh me down

“Wow secret admirer you should have told me you wanted to wash-ip my under wears and how do you know I’m wearing pants? Have you been stalking me? And what are you still doing here talking to a pant wearing fire pervert if you’re not tripping?”

“Well it’s cause I feel pity for you and if I’m not here to finally tell you the truth and try to groom you up you’d remain a big for nothing and a sucker loner for life; so out of my good will and big heart I’m here pointing out that you’re a swag-less drunk who can’t find his way back home ‘cause he’s been drunk and buzzed out!’ Stoned!”

“Okay! Quit it! Drama silly queen and please tell me where I am” I said out of self pity because it is really true I am a drunk and for a reason no one but myself knows and I was ashamed quarreling with my only help of finding my way home. Only God knows how far from home I have wandered this time.

She nodded and replied with sarcasm with a pretty ironic annoying tone “Oh the spoilt prince is frustrated and in need; well well well! Who am I to not to obey his majesty?”

“Common! Please! Gosh! This is embarrassing!” My face was down and I was completely frustrated and I lost my appetite for trying to be a god bitch talker. It’s weird and I know ‘bitch talking from I guy’ but it is kind of fun as it is the only way that I find to release all the tension and anger I feel most of the time.

“Is it? His Lordship!” she continues sarcastically again tossing her quite long reddish brown Korean movie queen hair from what I can pick up from the light rays from a road side shop.

“Let’s start over. My name is Liam. What is yours?”

“My name is May and it’s not nice meeting you. You fucked that up already”

Ignoring what she said and hoping she doesn’t bring anything obnoxious up because I’d just have to endure. I really needed to go home and it’s getting much later than usual for a time a son who still bunks with mum should go home. So I just had to act nice and bear anything she might throw at me and mind you this was not defeat; I just needed to get home. If there is anyone out there, I believe you would do the same or something of this nature ---- surrendering to get something you need besides this is not going out to anybody; I’m toast if it anyone hears this at school. So if you’re with me, and you need to get home hop in and enjoy the ride.

“Please Pretty Lady May, I’m lost please tell me where I am. I have no idea and it is getting really late; my mum will be worried sick” I said with the nicest and most helpless tone I could make out.

“Umm----m where did you come from?”

“I came from two blocks past the Mild High. My house is the one with a blue fence opposite the ice cream shop”

“Oh well, turn around and you’ll see!” She said with a rather sarcastic mix of a smile and a laugh.

I looked around me and it all came to me. There was the ice cream shop which just outside the biggest house in the street. I wondered why a man that has a house that big and obviously rich would still sell ice cream. This meant my house is just blocks away and I was really high. I was feeling a little light headed but I could figure out things now like the fact that I’m covered in mud and talking to a pretty lady. The day couldn’t get any worse; well not that I remembered anything from earlier that day; if I did I wouldn’t have been there would I?

I had been in my street without knowing it; I should never drink again. This conversation would have never happened at all. Never the less as a mystery for later I had to find out what really happened to me.

“Holy Crap! I know where I am. Jeez! I’m such a d…” I paused realizing I would’ve slurred myself leading to more embarrassment. And how did I get all this mud and dirt? I like I have been dipped in a pool of mire. I have to go clean. No one can see me like this. “Wow thanks though for opening my eyes to the fact that I know I am and where I should be. You were still helpful”

“Well, wonderfully mannered prince I am rather glad that I could be of good service to you. And I love your attire. It has an esteemed form of royalty to it and an aura of respect to mother earth” She never gives up does she? This had to end with me leaving to my house and getting some sleep. “I also love where you slept and how early you have woken up. It explains your composure and manner of approach which is not far from the ground” She added again. I am done with this and am leaving.

“Thanks for thy compliments May, they are unacceptably acceptable and absolutely unnecessary from a maid of your generously hardened heart so willing in pointing out features that absolutely needs to be hidden and unspoken of. It is from my nicest bottom that I leave thee with the least of my gratitude and the highest of my disliking and unhappiness as a result of your spiteful service filled with love and respect for a prince like me and for this I shall reward you with my absence and desire to never cross paths with you again. If you mind servant I’ll take my leave” I finally was done with her and with satisfaction of how I I’d left her. I was on my way home and trying to forget any of this just happened.

“Thank you my lord, I’d leave you to run away now. Run in defeat and into the glory of remorse and shame of loss. Go my arrogant prince…” Her voice trailed and finally I couldn’t make out what she was saying and not that I want to so that’s totally okay by me.

In no time I was at my door and I opened it to go inside as silently as I could but to my surprise and utter disappointment there was my mum, Aunt Sharon and Uncle Tom and some other neighbors sitting on the couch in the sitting room and all of them were looking at me. I wished I could faint or at least I had a broken arm or something to make me look pathetic and worthy of sympathy thereby ruling out any questions that I might not have answers to or any scolds and grounds waiting for me; but that never happens does it? Well only in the movies.

I had to face them and accept this horrible fate that I know very little about.

“My boy! Where have you been all this while and how are you? Are you alright?” My mum asked in a husky tone which signifies that she has been crying for a long time now. I was confused and quite happy and relieved too since she is not scolding me but asking after my well being and I didn’t look so well; I was covered in mud and look as if I was in fight lately or I have been beaten. Something else was now bothering me. Why are this people here? Uncle Tom and Aunt Sharon both live far from here. Uncle Tom works in Los Angeles and Aunt Sharon is a teaching nurse at Cambridge University. They literally never showed up at anytime not even when dad got missing. I even know them by accident that is when I fell from the stairs when I was 13 or dad pushed her off the stairs. So the question still remains: why were they and all this horrible looking neighbors here?

“What is going on” I asked but then my eyes slowly opened and I could detect that I was at the hospital with a lot people staring at me. I had just woken up from a rather long sleep probably the longest I had ever slept from what I could remember at that moment. I didn’t know what happened to me and why I was lying in a hospital bed with a very bad headache centering behind my head. I tried to touch it but it was bandaged. Boom! There it was; I have a head injury my nightmare had come to life; my hair was probably ruined and the doctors may tell me I had to cut my hair bald style the rest of my life. That doesn’t matter anymore since May was gone now. She really loved touching my hair and if it decides to go with her like this then so be it.

Truly Uncle Tom and Aunt Sharon were there with me with in the hospital together with familiar neighbor faces; I thought I saw them in a dream but they were there; about that dream, that was how I first met the love of my life May. I know it’s not best way to meet someone who will turn out be your fiancé but I’m glad I did anyway.

May’s parents were there too. I turned my face and began to sob into my bed or the hospital bed I should say. I couldn’t go to see them and here they were guilt tripping me by coming to see me in the hospital.

“You had an accident at home. Don’t you remember?” Mom answered sniffled. She had been crying for a long time.

“No! How long have I been here?” I asked focusing on her alone and trying to avoid everyone there.

“Two days, honey two days. You haven’t woken up for two days. Thank God you’re awake. Please ever do this to me again” She stroked my hand with one hand and sobbed into her other that was sitting beside me on the bed.

“What really happened to me? I can’t remember anything” Looking up and at everybody in the room; I realized everybody had a disturbed look on their faces that intensified. she looked at me and back at Uncle Tom who motioned for her to meet him outside as he pushed the door open and slipped through it like a thief sneaking into someone’s house at night.

She came back inside and nodded at Tom and everybody nodded back at her in unison making me even more uneasy.

“You fell off the stairs while sleep walking and hit your head really bad. You fainted and we rushed you here as soon as we could and here you are better than the previous days” Her hand was at the back of her hair all the time she was telling me what happened the same time everybody there was not looking at me. it was as if everyone found a new corner of the room to look at or there was something new and intriguing on the walls of this rock of ages hospital which all of them with the youngest of them being Aunt Sharon in her mid thirties had seen from their childhood more than a hundred times or so.

I knew something was missing in what told me. I know she wouldn’t deliberately lie to me. She would cut the truth in half and tell me the beautiful half to feed my flaming curiosity at the moment to tell me the rest when she deems me ready to hear it. It has been her way of protecting little Liam as she always calls me; I still protest to the little she puts in front of my name but she wouldn’t stop calling me little Liam. Every time I protest she would tell me I will forever be her little Liam no matter how old I was and will ever be. Since dad’s disappearance she had been very protective of me.

She had done it again as she terms it “protecting me” only this time with the look on everyone’s face I wasn’t sure I was going to get the other part of the truth from her or anybody else. They all weren’t looking that generous rather they had the most worrisome looks on their faces. After all I was still loved by almost everyone that mattered to me. They came here to see me and to wait until I was awake.

The truth which I later discovered the third time I was in the hospital with another head injury was that I was sleep walking though that part truthful but I was screaming something else, something that scared me and everyone that was a member of my family. The neighbors came along with mum and May’s parent’s to show concern without knowing what really happened so some people where there because of respect and regard for my mum and some because they cared about me.

If I was told that my life would take this much turn and to this direction months before now I would not believe.

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