Was It Really A Dream

8 months ago 02nd Mar 13:01

It was one of those nights where Jasmine was extremely tired, but sleep evaded her as she was worried about her boyfriend, Pat, why.. Pat was staying at his ex-girlfriend’s house, so sleeping wasn't really going to happen. They had all gone out to Dubai because Pat claimed that he hadn’t seen his ex's parents in such a long time, and after all they were 'like family'.Righ from the offset Jasmine thought "bullshit."

The five of them had met up and had lunch, we hit the casino for a few hours. Pat's ex, Emma, was giving him eyes the entire evening which angered Jasmine but she refused to rise and contained her anger. Soon after they had dinner, it was around nine o’clock and Pat had the great idea that they should go back to the family’s summer house and catch up. Jasmine did want to support him and get to know these people but it was blatently obvious they didn’t like her. Jasmine came from Manchester and grew up not thinking about having the finer things like fast cars and designer clothes and such. So she wasn’t going to put herself through torture while they talked about their million-dollar homes in L.A. and their daughter’s Cambridge education. They had already made her feel out of place when she showed up wearing skinny jeans, flats, and a semi-casual dress top, Emma's mother asked "is that all you have dear?" It was at that moment, Jasmine realised that if she stuck around for the rest of the night, someone would end up either in the hospital or under arrest... and it would have most likely been her.

Jasmine looked up at the ceiling and said, "You have got to be kidding me.

It was late and Jasmine really wanted to get back to the hotel room. so she told Pat she wasn't feeling well and that he should go on and have fun with everyone else. He kept asking me if she was sure and would she be OK alone and if he should stay with her. Jasmine  smiled and said, "Look, it’s ok. You go ahead and reminisce and I’m going to go back and get some rest." Pat kissed her and said that he would be back to take care of her, promising not to be late.  Stepping into the taxi back to the hotel Jasmine couldn't help thinking, "I’m sure if it was up to Emma, you’ll be taking care of her too".

Once she got back to the hotel and pulled into a parking space, she got a text message from an unfamiliar number. The message read "Hey it’s Emma. I’m sorry you’re not feeling well. I hope we can meet up soon and talk a little more," with a smiley face at the end. Perplexed Jasmine rolled her eyes and kindly wrote back "yes definitely." She took a quick shower and kept thinking about Emma and how she would probably be all over Pat and possibly seducing him. She tried to relax a little bit and remain calm, reminding herself that nothing was happening and they are both behaving. after all, her parents were there and they would place some order if something were going to happen, right?

By now though it was around midnight, and no sign of Pat, so much for returning early. Jasmine was furious and all she could think was "Oh yeah, she’s definitely doing whatever she wants with him now!" while pacing the room at the same time. She sat on the bed and tried to think positive about him because he loved her and wasn’t going to let anything happen. She lay down and closed her eyes, and took deep breaths and at last was fast asleep.

Sometime later Jasmine awoke with a start opened her eyes to find herself standing in a dark hallway. She looked straight ahead and saw a door with a light shining from under it. Jasmine walked towards the door and opened it to find a bed with white sheets, white pillows, and two lamps on both sides slightly dimmed on two small tables and a table with whipped cream and two pairs of handcuffs, but there wasn’t anyone in the room. She walked in further to try and get a better look, and the door shut behind her. Jasmine quickly turned around at the surprise of the slam, she returned back with a disturbed look on her face and said to herself, "OK, time to go."

As she turned around to open the door, a voice said, "Where do you think you’re going?" The voice was strangely familiar and also scary, because when she turned around, it was Emma. She was dressed in a black sheer lace bra with pink trimming and pink sheer boy shorts and black heels, standing by the bed. She had blonde hair and it was in these amazing sexy loose curls.

Jasmine looked up at the ceiling and said, "You have got to be kidding me." Emma then said, "Why are you looking up?"