Thriller romance dream
It started with a random guy who started sleeping in me and my partners bed.
And to get rid of him we contacted a criminal gang who killed him.
This created a domino effect of revenge and the gang he was in was after me and my family. The leader was a Russian guy but he spoke Swedish. His name was Barry. They thought they had killed everyone I loved but both my sisters survived (and the enemies didn't know)
But they did kill other family members and people from the military who helped my family. As a result my country sent for an attack on Barry's family. And that's when shit became personal.
Everything seemed to cool down as Barry wouldn't hurt anyone as long as his family was safe. But he had me with him for reassurance.
He played a war strategy board game with himself and I witnessed how he crushed his enemies. He was so strategic and confident.
He then sent a plushie to his nephew and wrote a card telling him that everything is going to be alright and that he misses him and that they'll be together soon. I helped him wrap it nicely and colour the card. If it was one thing we both had in common. It was that our families came first. We'd do everything for them, especially the children.
The couple of weeks we hanged together made me find him charming and sweet when I got to see his other sides and that he wasn't really happy to be doing what he did. But his family had been a criminal gang for generations and so he just did what was expected of him.
It felt like coast was clear. The problem was before he took me, my big sister who was supposed to be "dead" texted me.
The gang leader already knew my little sister had survived and had her on surveillance as she hid in a Monastery in Schweiz. Then he heard a rumor that my big sister was alive too.
He went through my phone and our old messages and saw it. This made him look like a fool. And everyone in his family especially the elder ones saw it like he failed and is weak and stupid.
So he cut off a finger of mine and sent it to her to show that he knew and that he had me. The day after I secretly put my finger in his yoghurt as we sat and had breakfast and right before he was about to notice, he went "I'm so tired of all this. Should we get married instead?"
I agreed to it. I already had a big crush on him. And then a day later we had all our families gathered and the war was over and we were really happy together.
The end
And to get rid of him we contacted a criminal gang who killed him.
This created a domino effect of revenge and the gang he was in was after me and my family. The leader was a Russian guy but he spoke Swedish. His name was Barry. They thought they had killed everyone I loved but both my sisters survived (and the enemies didn't know)
But they did kill other family members and people from the military who helped my family. As a result my country sent for an attack on Barry's family. And that's when shit became personal.
Everything seemed to cool down as Barry wouldn't hurt anyone as long as his family was safe. But he had me with him for reassurance.
He played a war strategy board game with himself and I witnessed how he crushed his enemies. He was so strategic and confident.
He then sent a plushie to his nephew and wrote a card telling him that everything is going to be alright and that he misses him and that they'll be together soon. I helped him wrap it nicely and colour the card. If it was one thing we both had in common. It was that our families came first. We'd do everything for them, especially the children.
The couple of weeks we hanged together made me find him charming and sweet when I got to see his other sides and that he wasn't really happy to be doing what he did. But his family had been a criminal gang for generations and so he just did what was expected of him.
It felt like coast was clear. The problem was before he took me, my big sister who was supposed to be "dead" texted me.
The gang leader already knew my little sister had survived and had her on surveillance as she hid in a Monastery in Schweiz. Then he heard a rumor that my big sister was alive too.
He went through my phone and our old messages and saw it. This made him look like a fool. And everyone in his family especially the elder ones saw it like he failed and is weak and stupid.
So he cut off a finger of mine and sent it to her to show that he knew and that he had me. The day after I secretly put my finger in his yoghurt as we sat and had breakfast and right before he was about to notice, he went "I'm so tired of all this. Should we get married instead?"
I agreed to it. I already had a big crush on him. And then a day later we had all our families gathered and the war was over and we were really happy together.
The end
31-35, F
