Dead Dreams ((Young Adult Paranormal Romance) ( Dead Dreams Trilogy)) (43 page)

“
Who are you?
”
She
asked n
ot sure if she was imagining things.

“
It’s time to follow me
little one
.
”
The figure replied.

“
I’m done going off with strangers so I’m not going nowhere with you.
”
She replied with gusto.
“I’m
catching up with my boyfriend and when I do and he finds out you’re stalking me
,
he’ll kick your
ass.
”

“
Summer, sweetheart, my baby girl
…it
s
mom, give me your hand.
”

She looked carefully at the woman who stood right beside her, suspiciously searching for signs of recognition.
She
was beautiful with shiny blonde hair cascading down to her shoulders, a peachy completion and
a
bright blue
aura surrounding her
. She was wearing white jeans and a blue shirt and looked like someone’s soccer mom-nothing like
the
skinny burned out
alcoholic that Summer
remembered.

“
Cool trick you’re playing huh? My mom looked nothing like you, she was a mess. You’re not my mom, so fuck off!
”

“
It’s the spiritual change honey, I’m healed now from all the pain and addictions and I’ve been watching you for such a long time trying to get your attention, but you don’t ever hear me, until now.
”

“
Give me a clue that it’s you…something from when I was younger that only the two of us would know.
”
Summer suggested.

The woman leaned closer gently putting an arm around her as she whispered in her ear,

“
Snow white…she was your fairy princess I had to read that story to you
every
night.
”

Summer pulled away in shock and surprise, not feeling comfortable she retaliated.

“
I’ve heard of some cheap tricks but this is the worse!
”
She screamed.

“
Summer Haze you’re my baby born on a hazy summer day in 1958…you’ve been drifting sweet girl
,
for far too long now.
”

“
That would make me ancient,
and I aint old I’m only sixteen!
”

“
No baby you were sixteen when
you
died
. B
ut it wasn’t yesterday
,
it was decades ago.
”

There was a motionless
silence between them, Summer tried
to digest the words unable to comprehend the truth.

“
I’m going to find Adam…I…
”
She stammered
.
“
I need to go now, please leave
me alone!
”

“
Give me your hand and I’ll bring you into the light, it’s that simple…give me your hand.
”

Summer had become
accustomed to the fact that her mother had first neglected
, abused
then abandoned
her;
the sight of her coming to the rescue was too
unbelievable for
words
.
It was
made
even
more complicated by her new almost angelic appearance
that she refused to accept as being a vision of her mother so, deciding to
ignore
her pleas
,
she turned on her heels
to continue
the
search
for Adam.

He was way ahead pushing his way through the dense thickness of brambles and fallen trees relentlessly trying to blot
out the memory that loomed large in his thoughts
:
The moment on the bridge
…

Traffi
c was streaming past underneath
with vacationers on road trips
, SUV’s
and the occasional Saturday trucker working his way from state to state. Climbing o
nto the rail making sure there
was no
other
foot traffic
to stop him he
told himself that he
had
chosen
the perfect bridge. Positioning
himself on the
edge of the rail he
close
d
his eyes and took a deep breath determined to see it through.

L
eaning forward he loosened his fingers one by one until there were no more and jumped-landing on the road with a thump. He died instantly before he was
inadvertently
run over by an oncoming car-
the driver unable to avoid him. H
is crumpled broken body lay
there
as traffic stopped and a
thoughtful
driver covered him with a blanket while someone else comforted the
shaken driver
. A hysterical woman called
franticly for emergency services.

“
They need to do something with that damn bridge, make it more difficult for jumpers. It was only last year that ano
ther young guy
did the same. It’s a
miracle
that no drivers have
been killed by these maniacs.
”
A shaken dri
ver commented to the paramedics as soon as they’d arrived.

Rone had been the last jumper before Adam.
Devon
had jumped not long after Summer
,
and
i
n-between there had been
a few
others but they’d all made
it into the light. This was a
small
drifting
group
of stuck spirits
, inexplicably entwined
who had refused to accept
that
their deaths
had occurred in
the same place
and believe
d
they were
alive and well-Adam inclu
ded until now.

The moment of realisation had come
.
Defeated and weakened he called out,

“
I give up
,
come
and
get me…take me anywhere you want but bring me my dad!
”

He
could hear Sum
mer calling out in the distance and was relieved that she was still around but there were other things on his mind. Now he’d
fully
accepted the truth where was his father?

But then there was his soul mate. He couldn’t leave without her and real concern swept over him that she’d refuse to go with him
forcing a
dilemma
;
stay to protect her or leave to search in the light for a father he loved and missed so much.

It wasn’t long before she found him. They hugged. They cried.
She explained everything.

“
Seems I’ve been having a thing with an older woman.
”
He said trying to break the emotional moment.

“
I’m forever young or haven’
t
you noticed!
”

“
So when did you die then?
”

“
I guess it was 1974, that’s what I think I remember. I’d been homeless for too long and was taking loads of drugs and throwing up way to much. I’d had enough and one bad day I went to the bridge…that’s all I remember. It stopped there.

“
What stopped there?
”

“
Memories, it got confusing. Guess I got used to it in the end and drifted all over the place. Then I met you and everything changed.
”

“
Will someone tell me how long I’ve been dead then cause I’m freaked out!
”

Summer couldn’t help but be impressed with the sight of a tall handsome man coming towards them. He was wearing a check shirt and jeans and he smiled warmly as he approached.

“
Look up Adam, is this your dad?
”
She said pushing him towards the vision.

The sight of the
lumberj
ack shirt evoked an instant memory.
Standing before him was the ma
n who told him
a bedtime story almost every night and
hugged
him on a Sunday morning when he wore his casual clothes- the lumberjack shirt.

“
Son
it’s time to go.
”
His father said gently.

“
Where have you been, I stopped hearing you, why was that?
”

“
Because the moment you died you were blocked, I couldn’t get through.
”

He’d forgotten how kind his father had been, a man with love in his heart who lived for his only son from the moment he was born. He never wanted to leave him so young and did everything he could to make his
presence
felt. Sometimes Adam picked up on it and spoke to him, but when his home life deteriorated it was almost non-
existent
.

“
What about mom,
I’m upset with what I did.
Is she okay?
”
He asked.