The Dream

The dream is not as clear as it was nor is it clear as I wish it would be. I don't remember her name. And I vaguely remember the beautiful pale skin. She was younger than me. Still lived with her parents. I feel like we were on vacation at a hotel or resort. Her parents usually spent more time ignoring her than anything. I don't remember exactly how I met her. But I do remember the feeling from deep within myself when ever my eyes would absorb the radiant beauty of her. I contemplated the silent route as always. But this time I knew it had to be different. I had a few run ins with her father whom I had the displeasure of listening to before I even knew that his beautiful daughter existed in this fucked up world. He was an asshole. His egotistic attitude tied into every movement and word he stated as if he was the king of the jungle. Rich folk is what they were. But not filthy rich. The first time I met her she was alone. And our conversation was not as awkward as I had pre visualized. Perhaps it's because I was mesmerized by the way she looked at me. Her stare and grins confused me because I was not sure how to read her gestures. She was very closed, only saying a few words in our conversation but was not showing any signs of shame or annoyance. It was obvious she has men try to sweet talk her quite often. She knew how to repel by grasping a mans heart and then crushing it as the men walk away with their ego ruptured. She wrapped her finger around my soul with a single look from her green eyes. I was hoping she wouldn't break me with her lack of interest in me. At that point I guess I really didn't care what happened I was so in awe in her presence. The next few days went by as slow as I could make them. We would meet up everyday and go to random places that were secluded from the area around the building we were staying in. At one point her father caught us sitting and talking while drinking hot tea. He told her to go back to there room. That's when he pulled me to the side and commanded me to stop talking to her because she has better things to do than talk to a punk like me then insulted me about my facial piercings. I didn't say anything. I had an overwhelming sense of rage as I walked away from him standing there with his hands on his waist. I couldn't help but wonder what she was doing and thinking about. Or if she was thinking of me? More or else what was I supposed to do if I didn't see her again because of that asshole. The next day while I was doing my normal routine I saw her lounging there reading a book occasionally turning her attention to her blackberry. I was hesitant at first to approach her when she looked up and saw me standing there staring at her. She then produced a warm and welcoming grin. My hesitation dispersed and I approached her with a smile as I sensed her radiant aura surround me. We talked for a long time. This time we exchanged phone numbers. She told me to never call but I could text. Her father is always monitoring her phone calls. I was delighted. It got late fast and she was tired. We departed with a long hug. She smelled so good. Like everything that innocence and beauty stands for. I knew right then and there what I needed the rest of my life. Her. For the rest of the night as I lie in bed restlessly I couldn't think of anything but her and I together. I began to think how she thought of me. She was so mysterious and closed up I honestly couldn't decide how she felt. Maybe she couldn't either. The next day I didn't see her or hear from her at all. I felt abandoned and confused. I heard my phone ring. It was her. I can't explain the mixed emotions flowing through me as I heard my phone ringing. She was crying. I had a burst of adrenaline stating "what is going on where are you?" she whimpered... " dad is making us leave tomorrow because he doesn't think spending so much time with a 'guy like you' is good for 'a girl like me'... I'm on the second floor by the cafe". I replied " I'lll be there" and I took off in a sprint to the stairs. A man yelled slow down but I didn't care. I just knew I never wanted to hear that girl cry ever again. When I saw her she looked at me with watery eyes. Tears were running down her cheek. It killed me inside to see her like this. Why was she crying? Does she feel for me like I do for her, or is her father being the controlling dick that he is? I hesitated for a second then walked to her and wiped the tears off her cheek. Her skin was so soft and delicate like the pedals of a rose. I embraced her and told her everything will be fine. She nodded slowly with her head on my shoulder. I felt like I could melt with her in my arms. My thoughts were rushing trying to think of what to say in this moment that I wish would never end. Then I thought... If she's leaving then this is my only chance to tell her how I feel. "You are unlike anyone I have ever met before", I stated. "You are the most beautiful person I have ever laid eyes on and I love how you are calm and mysterious. She looked up in to my eyes and we stared at each other for a second. I thought to myself should I kiss her? She whispered " is that what you tell all the girls?" I then replied with confidence, " you are the only girl I can see that has made me melt like a candle from a single glance." I wanted to kiss her so badly so I leaned in for it. She started to do the same. That's when I saw him out of the corner of my eye right before our lips could have met. My heart dropped to my feet and he grabbed my arm, jerking me away from the only thing that mattered to me. He roared " A lowly punk like you does not deserve my daughter!!" shoving me back I stumble but caught my balance... She burst into tears again..... I filled with rage when I saw the look on her face. I looked at her father standing in front of me, much bigger than me, 6'4 and once athletic. I said "She doesn't deserve you" just loud enough for him to hear me. Clenching his fist glaring at me he came at me like a rhino. I dodged to the side and sent a swift elbow to his nose. He dropped to his knees as the blood began to run down his face. I ran over to his daughter and put my hand out. She looked at me with hesitation and looked at her father whom was starting to raise back up holding his nose. His eyes were Red with rage. She looked back at me and grabbed my hand softly. Her father was coming at us quickly. I started running pulling her along with tears dripping from her chin. He was caching up so I pull the fire alarm and we kept running. Through the halls passed the panicking people, down the stairs out the door. We stopped to catch our breath. Some people and employees were already standing outside. Her father was lost in the mess of panic. I looked down at her and she was already looking at me. We grinned and exchanged thoughts with out speaking.......and we ran........