Dream Haunter (19 page)

“Whoa is everything ok?” Chester asks
once he has pulled his arm free.

Sam shakes his head, surveying the
accumulating guests that are sitting in white painted lawn chairs
down the aisle. “Jet’s here.”

Chester waves his hand in disbelief.
“Wait, wait, wait. The guy that…”

Sam nods, spotting Adam standing in
the corner of the room. Sam and Chester sneak up behind him,
grabbing each of his arms as they pull him out of the hotel. Adam
struggles against them, but Chester is, thankfully, stronger than
he is.

They pin Adam’s arms to the brick
siding of the back of the hotel.

“What are you
doing
here!” Sam
shouts.

Adam smiles as he casually rests the
back of his head against the brick wall. “I'm here for the wedding.
I'm a friend of the bride.”

Sam rolls his eyes, pushing
Adam’s arms harder against the wall. “Can’t you just leave her
alone?
Please
, just
stay away from her!”

Adam shakes his head, giving a cocky
grin. “I don’t think I can do that, Sam.”

Sam lets out a grunt of
frustration, shaking Adam’s shoulders back and forth against the
wall. “I apologized to you about your mom and you
know
I'm not the one who
killed her! I came and begged for your mercy! But then you go and
harass Melody. I was fine with you hating and trying to seek
revenge on me, but
leave
Melody
alone
!”

Adam smiles down at Sam. “You know
this has nothing to do with my mother.”

Sam steps back, letting
Adam slump against the wall, running his hands through his hair.
“Please back off, we’re getting married today, this is meant to be
a happy day. Please leave, I never want to see you
ever
again.”

Adam laughs, brushing his black sports
coat sleeves. “Not going to happen, Sam… Sorry.”

Sam screams, balling his fist as his
side before beating it against Adam’s face.

Chester grabs Sam’s arms, pulling him
away from Adam, whose nose and cheeks are bleeding as he crashes to
the ground.

“Sam!” Chester yells as he pins Sam’s
arms against his chest. “Calm down!”

Sam takes a few deep breaths and pulls
himself away from Chester, stomping back into the hotel. He
massages his knuckles as he climbs back up the marbled stairs to
Melody’s room, the door is already open so he just walks
in.

“He’s gone,” Sam announces.

Melody hugs him close, her white skirt
flows around his legs. “Thank you.”

He kisses her forehead and reluctantly
leaves the room.

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A black baby grand sits in the far
corner of the ball room that Sam’s dad had rented out for this
special occasion, the young college pianist plays the traditional
wedding march, his fingers gently stroke each key as though if he
were to press too hard they’d break. The two large oak doors swing
up, revealing a white dressed Melody, her arm wrapped around her
father’s.

Sam stands at the altar, holding his
breath as he watches Melody’s grand entrance. Bright red roses line
the white cloth that leads from the door to the altar, each petal
had fallen there from the basket of the young, blonde flower girl
with a braid down her back.

Sam fixes his pasture, standing a
little taller the closer and closer Melody gets, her hair in loose
curls around her face and shoulders, a white lace veil pinned at
the crown of her head.  Her soft pink lips part in to as smile
as she looks over her family and friends that had shown up while
she was getting ready. She kisses her father’s cheek as he hands
her off to Sam. Her eyes fall upon Sam, her eyes misting over, no
other word but dashing comes to her mind. His hair combed back out
of his face, his black tie strait, his tux hanging perfectly off of
his shoulders and down his arms. Melody spots out Sam’s bound fist,
happiness turning into curiosity.

She stands beside him, whispering
through her smiling teeth. “What happened to your
knuckles?”

He smiles back. “Long story, I’ll
explain it later.”

She eyes him for a moment before
bringing her attention back to the pastor as he speaks, his eyes
looking over the room past the rim of his glasses.

The pastor smiles, looking at the both
of them as he speaks, “We are joined here today in holy
matrimony…”

Chapter
Thirty

“
They’re married,” Jet says as he
walks around his trophy room.

Chloe watches him, his feet dragging behind
him as he walks to her.

“
How’d you mess your face up?” she
asks, leaning against the glass, trying to reach him.

He runs a hand across his face. “Sam. When
Adam took control of me… he decided to finally bash my face
in.”

She sighs, leaning her face against the glass;
goose bumps prickle her forearms. “I would too if you tried to take
someone I loved away from me.”

Jet’s pulse quickens, he knows it’s not Adam
he feels inside of him this time, and that he won’t be around for
awhile, so he grabs the latch to the door. It clicks open in front
of Chloe.

“
But I did. Well, at least Adam
did,” Jet admits.

Chloe stretches her feet as she walks to him.
“No, you’re still here.”

Jet looks to the side, biting his lip, trying
to fight back emotions he can’t begin to describe. “Are you
sure?”

She nods, pushing her head against his chest.
“Just let me out… I can save you…”

His breath shakes as he wraps his arms around
her waist. “Ok, you have to be fast though; I can’t hold Adam off
much longer.”

Chloe pulls back, nodding as she softly laces
her fingers with his, leading him to his front door. She stands in
the open door way, holding both of his smooth hands in
hers.

“
I’ll find you, and I’ll save you.
I promise,” she stands on her tippy toes, softly kissing him before
pulling back. “I love you Jet.”

She walks down the hallway, light beeping
noises and someone calling her name taints the air around her. She
closes her eyes as the white cloud tugs on her heart, her skin
feels dry and tight and something around her smells of dying
flowers. She opens her eyes to find her mother leaning over
her.

“
CHLOE! Oh, Chloe you’re awake!”
her mother shouts as she places kisses all over Chloe’s face,
crying as she strokes her hair, “Oh sweetie how are you
feeling?”

Chloe sits up, looking over at how her bedroom
has been transformed into a hospital room. “I'm fine.”

Her mother looks her over. “Honey you’ve been
in a coma for years! Now you’re saying you’re fine?”

Chloe nods, standing from her bed. “Yes, now I
need to find Jet.”

She begins grabbing cloths out of her closet,
pulling the IV from her arm as she slips her favorite hoodie over
her head. Her mother comes up behind her.

“
Oh honey, don’t you remember?
Jet’s missing… they haven’t found him in all these years,” her
mother gently explains, trying to coax Chloe back to her
bed.

 
Chloe shakes her head,
smiling. “No, I know where he is.”

She tugs her jeans on and walks out of her
room, grabbing her keys, which are still hanging from the hook
where she had hung them so many years ago.

 
Her mother is running after
her, screaming, “Chloe he’s gone! Please come back!”

But Chloe is already in her car, pulling it
out of the drive way and driving the few blocks between her and the
hotel where Melody and Sam had gotten married yesterday.

Chapter
Thirty-One

Melody wakes up the next morning with a
sense of peace and security warm in her belly. She rolls over; the
soft white sheets twisting around her legs as she nestles her head
against Sam’s chest. He moans, his eyes slowly flickering open,
looking up at Melody’s mess of red strains of hair sticking up
every which way.

“
Good morning Misses
Winters,” Sam happily sings.

 
Melody blushes,
keeping her face a few inches from his. “Good morning Mister
Winters.”

 
Sam rolls over onto
his side. “Ugh, I feel unbelievably corny today.”

Melody laughs, hugging him close. “Ha!
Yeah. Hey Sam?”

He rolls his head to the side of the
pillow to look at her. “Yeeeeees?”

Melody giggles. “I wove
you.”

Sam rolls his eyes, using
his fingers to mess with her hair. “Correction,
you’re
corny,” he lifts her chin up,
kissing her quickly, locking his fingers gently in her hair. “I
love you.”

She opens her mouth, ready to respond,
when there’s a knock at the door.

“
Housekeeping!” shouts the
voice on the other side of the door.

 
Sam looks at Melody,
perplexed. “Didn't the cleaning lady already come by?”

Melody nods, peeking over Sam’s
shoulders at the door as someone knocks again.

He scratches his head, sitting himself
up on his elbow. “You order something?” he asks Melody.

She shakes her head as Sam shouts over
his shoulder, “I think you’ve got the wrong room!”

The person on the other side of the
door laughs. “Nope!” 

The door flies open, banging against
the side of the wall. Melody clings to the sheets of the bed as
Adam marches over to them. Her right hand grips onto Sam’s upper
arm.

“
I thought I got rid of
you,” Sam growls.

Adam smirks, eyeing the two of them.
“Well then I guess you’ll have trouble taking out the trash now
won’t you?”

Sam’s muscles tighten. “Get
out of here,
now
!”

Adam sits down at the end of the bed,
“Hmm… nah I think I’ll stay here.”

Sam jumps from the bed, shoving Adam
off of the edge. “Don’t make me kill you!”

Melody crawls to the end of
the bed and pulls Sam back to her, speaking in a soft yet forceful
voice. “
Stop
, stop
now. Please you guys are hurting me so much. I love Sam, Jet you
just have to realize that you don’t want what you think you
want.”

Adam shakes his head, climbing back up
on the bed. “I’m not ‘Jet’ I am Adam and I know what I want, and
I’ll get it.”

Melody lays her head on Sam’s shoulder.
“Jet, all you want is your mom back, you think that she’s the only
person that has ever loved you, but you’re wrong,”

Sam nods, seeing where Melody is going
with this. “I loved you like you were my own brother!”

“
And I loved you,” a gentle
voice says from door way.

Adam turns around, his breath catching
at the back of his dry throat. “Chloe…”

Sam sits back down next to Melody,
whispering to her. “That’s Chloe… she’s been in a coma for
years.”

Adam stands up shaking and holds onto
his head as he screams, “No! No, no, no!”

Chloe walks up to him.
“Jet,
please
.”

Adam shakes his head, standing up and
backing up to the window. “It’s Adam, not Jet!”

Melody slides under the sheets,
becoming uncomfortable with having two people in her hotel room
while she’s with her new husband.

Chloe holds her hand out. “Jet, please,
I love you, but this isn't you.”

Something inside of him breaks, letting
in just enough light for him to see Chloe.

“
I-I…” Jet
stutters.

Chloe smiles, taking two
steps forward, looking down at Sam and Melody, “Melody, you know of
his curse but there’s more to it… There’s something that happens,
he calls himself Adam and that’s when he gets like this. But Jet,”
Chloe blushes. “
My
Jet, he’s nothing like that, he’s amazing.”

Jet collapses next to the window.
“Chloe…”

She grabs his shoulders, lifting him
up. “I'm so sorry, I’ll take him.”

Sam puts an arm on Jet’s shoulder. “I
need to talk with him, meet me in the lobby?” 

Chloe nods and takes Jet out the door,
shutting it behind her.

Melody holds Sam’s waist tightly. “Wow.
That was…”

Sam kisses her, his lips
tremble. “I know. I need to go and talk to him,”
he goes to climb out of the bed, but Melody grabs
his shoulder.