Dead Dreams ((Young Adult Paranormal Romance) ( Dead Dreams Trilogy))
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Authors: Michelle Wright
Dead Dreams.
Written and published b
y Michelle
Wright
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Chapter 1
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Chapter 1
The
stony
silences had taken
Julie closer to the edge
with each passing day as she
e
mbroiled
herself
in a battle of wills between her husband and
Adam, her
out
of control teenage son
who had, by the age of eighteen grown angry
and resentful towards his step-father
.
T
he
troubled and
unstable re
lationship
resulted
in a perilous slide down a slippery slope
with Julie walking on eggshells-expecting
all manner of
hell to break loose
at frequent intervals
. Of course it did
, frequently;
as she watched in deep denial the interactions between them become more and more aggressive.
F
rom the moment
Roy
had entered
Adam
’s life he
’d
openly defied
him. At
aged
thirteen he had reservations about how far he could go but
,
by eighteen he was psychically stronger and more inclined to take
him
on.
It
was plain and simple he
just
didn’t
like
the man or his volatile temper.
Julie
did her best to referee but
made excuses for
her husband’s abusive nature,
convincing herself
that if
Adam
kept his mouth shut and didn’t backchat all the time life would be easier.
She blamed
him
for
creating
Roy
’s stress which forced him to blow up
-
sometimes grabbing Adam and pushing him across a
room
Frustration and
anxiety
had
become so much a
part of
her
daily routine
that she had forgotten what it was
like to have a happy family
. Days that she used to have a long time ago when her world was simple and the future loo
ked promising. Now she struggled
with a demanding job in a legal office
that she absolutely hated
,
maintained
a tension-filled household
and pandered
to a husband who wo
rked
far too many hours
. She had
little time for anything else including the lazy troubled son who
year by year had
become impossible
.
It was a Saturday afternoon, like so many others when she had
repeatedly
called Adam to get
out of bed
. It was getting on to l
ate afternoon and not wanting
problems
with
Roy
she
would
repeatedly tried to rouse him.
This Saturday was no exception.
He
blotted out her endless pleas
by feigning sleep
–preferring to stay
awake under the covers
.
‘If you ge
t rid of the motherfucker I might just get up!’
H
e told himself, his head swirling
with black thoughts
again; the ones that
always came.
‘
How easy it would be to just open the window climb
out
on
to
the ledge and
jump. They don’t want me and they surely don’t give a shit about me.
His
empty stomach grumbled for food
enticing
him to get u
p and ask his mother to make
something-
if she wasn’
t too pissed
.
He entered
the
kitchen
quietly
knowing
he’d
be facing
the wrath of his
hated step-father.
“
Well well,
look who’s here, the walking
fucking
dead!
”
Roy
said
eying
his every move
.
Adam blithely ignored
him. Instead he
slumped into a chair at the kitchen table
and proceeded to stare
at a chip in the wood that
was increasing in size
every time he saw
it.
“
A
fter you’ve eaten
,
if it doesn’t kill you
to
move your lazy ass
, I want you
outside and
mow
ing
the lawn!
”
He
ordered.
Adam
was convinced that
this man
was put on
earth to spend
every living moment ordering him around
with an iron fist and
no let up. Do this do that, take out the trash, mow the lawn
,
clean up your room, do the dishes and get a job bla bla bla.
“
I’ll do it after I
go to the store for batteries.
”
Adam
replied defiantly, he had other ideas.
“
Like hell you will, you’ll do it after you’ve eaten!
”
Roy
was
an extremely
jealous and possessive
man who
se
world consisted of Julie with no appendages.
Abusive and controlling often fuelled by alcohol
his aim was to get Adam
out of the picture.
Adam
in turn viewed his
mother as
little more than a dishcloth that
Roy
wiped his hands on
; having little or no respect for either.
Reluctantly p
ulling and dragging the lawn mo
wer from the garage Adam surveyed
the usual
going’s
on
for a
typical
suburban
week-end
afternoon. Bratty neighbourhood kids
tore
around on bikes
whilst
pain in the ass neighbour Norman
,
the
obsessed gardener tended
his plants with unnatural precision
. The next door gossip
was out
front
spew
ing her latest lies and garbage to the naïve
listener from across the street
while
;
two houses down
Roy’s buddy
washed his car- like he did every Saturday
come rain or shine.
What I wouldn’t give to get the power saw out of the garage and shred
every single on
e
of those shit
per
fect plants,
throw paint over the loser’s
car
and
glue
that
woman’s
mouth
up. Fuck them all, fuck me fuck the world!
“
Are you gonna take all day? Stop dragging your ass
!
”
Roy
had
come out to survey the progress.
“
I’m doing my best!
”
He replied flatly.
Steaming mad he
half
-
heartedly
continued,
happy to leave patches
here and there,
a deliberate act to bring on the negative attention he
craved
every minute of the day and night.
“
Hey deadbeat y
ou call this mowed!’
Roy
screamed from an
upstairs
open window.