I fell in Love With Mickey Mouse
(literally)
Chapter # 62
#Hangover
"Good night Ella." He yawned
"Good night." I said
Ever since I came to California, I had been saying and doing things I would never do back home. Letting a strange guy sleep in the same bed with me was one thing. I opened my eyes and stared at him. His face was firmly pressed against the pillow. I could tell he was already asleep because of his soft snoring. I wonder how someone could fall asleep so fast? Even if they were tired. I couldn't fall asleep even if I went the entire day with out sleeping and this alcohol wasn't doing me justice either. I wondered what Michael had been doing all day. Where did he go? When did he come here? Did he get a long with Roger? As I thought about these questions I felt my eyelids getting heavier and heavier. Soon I was fast asleep. I was standing in the middle of a forest. The depressing gray clouds were towering me. Not even a small hint of sunshine in the sky. The bottom of my huge white dress was being soaked with mudd and dirt. Where was I?
'Ella!' I turned around to find my dad in a tuxedo.
'Dad!' I excitedly screamed.
I felt him in my arms.
'Dad where are we, what's going on?' I asked
'Its your wedding bud.' He smiled
'I'm getting married?' I asked
'Yeah.'
'To who?" I asked
'You'll see, but till then, your old man has to walk you down the isle.' He grabbed my arm and we began walking
'What isle, there is no isle. This place is so depressing and scary.' I complained
'It's what you deserve.' He smiled
'What?' I quaked
My dad stopped and glared at me with tears in his eyes.
'I trusted you Ella.' He cried
'Dad!'
'Don't call me that.'
He let go of my hand and walked away from me.
I picked up my dress and ran after him.
'Dad! Come back please, I need you!' I howled
There was a soldier running towards my dad with a gun.
'Dad!' I trembled
Thunder striked and I opened my eyes. My body flinched up as I noticed my hotel room.
I couldn't take it anymore, I screamed as loud as I possibly could.
"Ella! Ella you alright?" Michael panicked
I couldn't speak, only sob.
"Daddy!" I cried
Michael held me.
"Ella,did you have a bad dream?" He asked
"My dad!" I cried
"He hated me, and he got killed." I continued to sob
"Ella,"
"He didn't want to-"
"Ella!" He strangled my shoulders
"Look at me!" He yelled
"It was a dream."
I took a deep breath
"It was just a dream, your dad doesn't hate you, and he's not dead. Alright?"
"Just a dream?" I asked
"Yes, now will you please try to relax?" He begged
"Help me." I cried
Michael gave me a bone crushing hug and softly whispered.
"It's okay, I got you."
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