Punk In Love's
Am I starting to be interested?
The day had started late in the afternoon by that time, the air of Kuta beach had started to feel cold, and the location of the show had begun to be quiet by the hustle and bustle of the audience when Chelsea decided to go home, after previously saying goodbye to the organizers. Peter was ready with his ducati bike, he was waiting for Chelsea to walk up to him.
Peter grinned ignorantly at Chelsea who clenched his mouth tightly along his footsteps. From the look of the woman with a punky look he knew, Chelsea must still be upset with what he and Tom did earlier in the front row of the audience.
"What are you?!" chelsea snort was annoyed to see Peter seem to be holding back his smile.
"I'm just wondering why you're still so pretty even if your mouth is so spicy." Peter teased.
"You..." Chelsea growled for a moment but ended up exhaling violently,
"It's over" he said later. He felt used to hearing the temptation from Peter's mouth. Plus the condition of Chelsea who had looked tired, made him a little resist the annoyance caused by Peter earlier.
Chelsea immediately circulated his views, seeing the busy committee to clear the remnants of the performance. The filler tents began to be dismantled one by one, some people seemed to carry large black plastic bags moving pick up garbage in the area where the show.
"Where are they? Tom, Ed, Lastri?!" tanyanya. When his eyes did not find Peter's friends who took part in making Chelsea have to resist embarrassment while on stage.
"They're home first, they're tired of enjoying your show" said Peter grinning ignorantly.
Buk up!
Chelsea's sling bag floated over Peter's head. Peter grimaced as he stroked his head that was hit by a Chelsea bag.
"You're pissing me off with your ridiculous behavior, huh?!" Chelsea could no longer contain her frustration at the crazy man before her.
"But you like it, don't you?!" said Peter squinted his eyes at Chelsea who were pursing his lips.
"You're really driving me almost crazy Peter." Chelsea crossed her arms around her chest, looking irritatedly at Peter who seemed to be smiling broadly.
"That's better, you feel what I feel when I chase you." Peter said casually.
"I didn't tell you to come after me, anyway... "Chelsea seemed hesitant to continue his words.
"After all?" peter looked curiously at Chelsea.
Chelsea seemed silent for a moment not responding to Peter's curiosity. He hesitated to say after all he already had Abigail beside him. For some reason, since his relationship with Peter is getting closer, Chelsea seem reluctant to bring Abigail in their chat. When Peter first said he wanted to be close to him, Chelsea sporadically always reminded Peter that his efforts would be in vain, because he believed Abigail's existence in his heart would never be disturbed by anyone. But it turned out that it was wrong, the few days that they passed together this, making him unconsciously little by little start to feel comfortable with Peter. Joking throw, upset feelings, even stories about his hobby can now be easily told by the man.
"What is Chelsea anyway?" Peter was still looking curiously at the woman before him.
"After all, you're too weak to chase after me!" chelsea said in a breath. He picked up the helmet located in the back seat of the bike.
"What?! You said I was weak?!" Peter was stunned to hear Chelsea's humiliation.
"Yes. You're weak, you won't be able to come after me." Chelsea said, mocked while wearing a helmet.
"I'm not weak. I'll prove it later." said Peter confidently while wearing his helmet as well.
"When later huh?! You're a weak man." Chelsea, he's happy to see Peter looking upset by the pressure.
"Later I'll prove it when we make out." Peter smirked at Chelsea, as he began riding his bike.
The plot! Peter's head wearing a helmet was again hit by Chelsea.
"In your dreams, weak man!" chelsea said before he finally got on Peter's bike.
"What?!" Chelsea looked on.
"Hurry, walk. I want to rest" he said later.
Peter took a slow breath.
"Hug me Chelsea" said Peter when the bike started.
"For what?!" ask Chelsea wonder.
"For this." Peter immediately started his bike with full power, so Chelsea felt shocked almost strayed.
A smile was engraved in the frame of his face, as he felt Chelsea's two hands tightly coiled around his waist. Meeting up until Peter felt a little claustrophobic.
In the back, Chelsea leaned her head against Peter's sturdy back. There was a warmth that began to creep in his heart, suddenly he felt both sides of his cheeks heating up when he recalled Peter's screams at the performance. Chelsea smiled shyly behind the crazy man's back. His hands moved increasingly tightly hugging Peter's waist, his chest started pounding as one question came to his mind.
"Am I starting to get interested in him?"
***
"Arrkkkhh..."
Chelsea's screams sent him waking up from his nightmare. He was breathlessly waking up from his sleep, cold sweat flooding his forehead. His breathing never calmed down, as his memory began to recapture the fragments of the nightmare he had just experienced.
In his sleep, Chelsea saw himself confined in a dark room. His hands were palpating around the room, and he found only damp walls that felt like they were peeling paint on some sides. He was scared alone, his chest felt stuffy because of the dark that enveloped.
Amidst the fear that had arisen, suddenly his eyes were wet, when a figure seemed to approach him silently. Without a sound, there were only echoing steps surrounding the figure. Horror begins to reign in Chelsea, his eyes nilar trying to find a speck of light in the dark.
Chelsea still felt the scent of dense air in the dream, her eyes could not help but fear the figure that was getting closer in her dream. In the condition of sitting on the mattress, crying began to sound from his mouth. When he remembered very well that the figure who approached him in the dream was Albert Wilson, the savage stepfather who was currently languishing in prison.
"Aaaaarrrrrkkhhh" Chelsea screamed hysteria as she lashed the coils over her thigh.
He looks frustrated. This was his first time dreaming of Albert Wilson returning, after long enough the nightmares were gone since Abigail was by his side.
The cries of anger but fear filled her endless. His mind became stifled, and his anger arose when the face of the savage man was clearly drawn in his head. Chelsea got up from her soft bed, she needed fresh air to neutralize the tightness in her chest. In the silence of the night he walked towards the balcony of his apartment. After the show was over, Chelsea did ask Peter to drive her home to his own apartment.
Cold air early in the morning enough to make his breathing back to normal, Chelsea looked far ahead. He saw the branches of the tree swaying gently in the wind. In an increasingly clear consciousness, his hand moved trying to wipe the lash marks he received from Albert on his back. The pain she had once felt.
"Everything's gone by Chelsea, he's going to rot in jail." he muttered.
Chelsea offered her long blonde hair, gently rubbing her forehead which a moment ago was flooded with cold sweat. The woman looked messy and fear was evident from the look in her eyes. Chelsea walk back and forth along the balcony. Nibbling his fingernails, he seemed to be thinking.
The nightmare somehow feels more real than the nightmares of the past. What's really gonna happen? Is this just an ordinary nightmare due to his physical fatigue from following the music performance last afternoon or is this nightmare carrying a warning for him.
Chelsea surrender. He thought that it was just a result of his exhaustion. With a lazy step, he entered back into the room. After drinking a glass of water from the nightstand next to his bed, he climbed back up to try to sleep. He rolled looking for a position that if comfortable to complete his sleep that had paused earlier.
"Lord, keep me away from that dream about the devil." Chelsea prayed to look at the ceiling of the room, before she closed her eyes.
Hoping this time God really freed her from the nightmares about her dark past.
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