Dear Austin...
When You Can't Sleep At Night
Lily-Pearl’s POV
No, not again! It was another dream and this time Daddy was hurting Alan and I couldn’t do anything about it. Normally he was hurting Rae, but this time he hurt Alan. I knew Rae was safe, so I wasn’t worried about her, but in my dream, Alan was the one that was hurt and he couldn’t help himself. My feet were anchored with invisible chains. I sobbed for Daddy to stop, but he wouldn’t. After Alan was on the ground, dead or passed out I didn’t know, he came and hurt me.
But as he raised his hand I woke up with a start. I was tangled up in the blankets, restricting all movement. My bed was by my window and all I could do was let the silent tears drop down onto the sheets. Rae was okay, I knew that.
Alan.
My mind went for him. I struggled with the blankets, like monsters that engulfed me in a hot grasp. The more I struggled, the more I let out tiny, panicked cries. The heat was becoming unbearable, and my anxiety grew. I had to force my shaking hands to stop and slowly pull one foot out at a time. When I successfully unclasped myself, I scrambled to my feet on the floor. I could feel the after thoughts of my dream fill my lungs with a full, overbearing angst. I couldn’t wake up Rae, I’d heard her up earlier. I can’t do that to my big sister. I clutched at the fabric of my shirt that I wore. My shorts did nothing to help the heat.
I tumbled down the stairs, taking them two at a time, but as quiet as I could. Surprisingly, I made it down without tripping or waking anyone up. The darkness in the hallways pressed in on me, only increasing the panic. I felt hot tears drip on my face. The darkness always frightened me. Rae loved it, reveled in the shadows, but to me they were scary, looming, and always present. They reminded me up when Daddy was scary.
I felt my way down the hall, passing my mom’s room who was passed out from her pain medication. I managed to make it to the stairs. I heard someone stirring at the bottom. I crawled down each step to the more horrifying part of the house…the basement. It reminded me of demons, fears, and all things that could tear you apart.
When I reached the bottom, I felt my way to a figure who I bumped into. I let out a terrified shriek as the gentle drips of my nightmare’s tears rimmed my eyes.
“Lily-Pearl?” The familiar voice asked. I nearly sobbed from relief. It was Alan. He didn’t seem hurt.
“You’re okay!” I cried out in relief. Austin’s snores were a rumbling noise from the couch that served as their bed. It was like a giant brown pit, nine feet by six feet big.
“Of course! What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked in his most tender voice. I couldn’t see him in the dark, which frightened me all the more.
“Nightmares. Daddy hurt you, and you might have died.” I cried out to him. I could feel his large arms wrap around me as he held me close to him. He let my tears stain his skin. His large arms picked me up and set me back down on the bed. I heard him shove Austin to the side without him waking up. Alan pulled me into his lap and held me, stroking my messy hair and letting me calm down. I wrapped my tiny little arms around his neck, sobbing profusely.
“He hurt you. He could’ve brought out his gun. He could’ve killed you.” I repeated over and over. His hand rubbed small circles into my back until I eventually calmed down into a state of constant yawning. When I get sad, I get tired. When I’m tired, I yawn a lot.
The entire time, Alan didn’t reply. I closed my eyes while he hummed to me. I could feel my mind drift off as he leaned back against the pillows. I heard the soft beating of his heart and the gentle buzz of his humming. His melodic voice sang out as I started to fall asleep with the promise of comfort and final peace.
“Pretty little lady with the swollen eyes, won’t you show them to me? I know I’m not that perfect but won’t you stay a while. Baby, then you will see.” He sung so sweetly I could almost feel the memories of nightmares and bad thoughts melt away.
“Miles away I can still feel you lay your head down in my embrace…” With his final song on my mind, I fell asleep at last.
The best part was, Daddy didn’t hurt him.
No, not again! It was another dream and this time Daddy was hurting Alan and I couldn’t do anything about it. Normally he was hurting Rae, but this time he hurt Alan. I knew Rae was safe, so I wasn’t worried about her, but in my dream, Alan was the one that was hurt and he couldn’t help himself. My feet were anchored with invisible chains. I sobbed for Daddy to stop, but he wouldn’t. After Alan was on the ground, dead or passed out I didn’t know, he came and hurt me.
But as he raised his hand I woke up with a start. I was tangled up in the blankets, restricting all movement. My bed was by my window and all I could do was let the silent tears drop down onto the sheets. Rae was okay, I knew that.
Alan.
My mind went for him. I struggled with the blankets, like monsters that engulfed me in a hot grasp. The more I struggled, the more I let out tiny, panicked cries. The heat was becoming unbearable, and my anxiety grew. I had to force my shaking hands to stop and slowly pull one foot out at a time. When I successfully unclasped myself, I scrambled to my feet on the floor. I could feel the after thoughts of my dream fill my lungs with a full, overbearing angst. I couldn’t wake up Rae, I’d heard her up earlier. I can’t do that to my big sister. I clutched at the fabric of my shirt that I wore. My shorts did nothing to help the heat.
I tumbled down the stairs, taking them two at a time, but as quiet as I could. Surprisingly, I made it down without tripping or waking anyone up. The darkness in the hallways pressed in on me, only increasing the panic. I felt hot tears drip on my face. The darkness always frightened me. Rae loved it, reveled in the shadows, but to me they were scary, looming, and always present. They reminded me up when Daddy was scary.
I felt my way down the hall, passing my mom’s room who was passed out from her pain medication. I managed to make it to the stairs. I heard someone stirring at the bottom. I crawled down each step to the more horrifying part of the house…the basement. It reminded me of demons, fears, and all things that could tear you apart.
When I reached the bottom, I felt my way to a figure who I bumped into. I let out a terrified shriek as the gentle drips of my nightmare’s tears rimmed my eyes.
“Lily-Pearl?” The familiar voice asked. I nearly sobbed from relief. It was Alan. He didn’t seem hurt.
“You’re okay!” I cried out in relief. Austin’s snores were a rumbling noise from the couch that served as their bed. It was like a giant brown pit, nine feet by six feet big.
“Of course! What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked in his most tender voice. I couldn’t see him in the dark, which frightened me all the more.
“Nightmares. Daddy hurt you, and you might have died.” I cried out to him. I could feel his large arms wrap around me as he held me close to him. He let my tears stain his skin. His large arms picked me up and set me back down on the bed. I heard him shove Austin to the side without him waking up. Alan pulled me into his lap and held me, stroking my messy hair and letting me calm down. I wrapped my tiny little arms around his neck, sobbing profusely.
“He hurt you. He could’ve brought out his gun. He could’ve killed you.” I repeated over and over. His hand rubbed small circles into my back until I eventually calmed down into a state of constant yawning. When I get sad, I get tired. When I’m tired, I yawn a lot.
The entire time, Alan didn’t reply. I closed my eyes while he hummed to me. I could feel my mind drift off as he leaned back against the pillows. I heard the soft beating of his heart and the gentle buzz of his humming. His melodic voice sang out as I started to fall asleep with the promise of comfort and final peace.
“Pretty little lady with the swollen eyes, won’t you show them to me? I know I’m not that perfect but won’t you stay a while. Baby, then you will see.” He sung so sweetly I could almost feel the memories of nightmares and bad thoughts melt away.
“Miles away I can still feel you lay your head down in my embrace…” With his final song on my mind, I fell asleep at last.
The best part was, Daddy didn’t hurt him.
Notes
More LP/Alan for all you wonderful people out there! I decided to be a little adventurous and write a chapter in LP's perspective. Keep reading, and have a wonderful day! I LOVE YOU ALL :) :) :)
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This story has completely captured my full attention over the last few hours. I don't think I'll be able to sleep until I finish it. This is wonderful. I adore your writing and characters. Rae and Austin's relationship and the bond between Alan and lp are the most adorable freaking things ever. I've been laughing, wanting to cry, and majorly fangirling. This is beautiful and I love it so much. And the appearance of all of the various band members made me incredibly happy!
Okay back to reading.
10/2/15