Fall In Love

Date: 4/13/2016

In the dream, I was male and had shiny, blond hair and fair, flawless skin. At a young age, around 7, my parents had passed away. I was taken in by a family consisted of a single mother and her kid, a dark-haired boy who was half a year younger than I was. My memories of that time mostly consisted of the three of us in a dark room, where the mother would have her son and I face each other before instructing me to beat him in her place. Due to all the time spent and hardships faced together, the dark-haired boy and I quickly became inseparable. I always followed him around because I knew that despite his indifferent attitude, he needed me by his side. I always looked after him and cleaned up the messes his irresponsibility caused. Even so, he acted as if I were a bother and slept around with anyone who would take him. He wasn't serious in life or in school, which only caused his mother to become angrier. Since I had grown up, she'd limited her abuse to an occasional slap to the face and spent most of her time pretending her two sons didn't exist. I was in love with my adoptive brother, but even if he knew, he never said anything. I knew he loved me back, so I didn't say anything either. By the end of our senior year in high school, we had constructed some sort of relationship. It wasn't official and I already could tell it'd be hard to curb the cheating ways he'd been famed for. Despite that, I didn't mind. I had faith that I could properly train him to accept and return my love properly. On the last day of school, we completely gave up on any resemblance of secrecy regarding our relationship or on listening to the rules. Instead, as our teacher gave us a parting speech, I sat my boyfriend in my lap and cuddles with him. The teacher noticed us and had an odd look on his face, but didn't say anything. After we graduated high school, the two of us moved out of our small house and rented an apartment together. It was small, but it was ours and I personally loved the fact that I could always be with him. Even after we graduated high school, we continued to live together in the same apartment. He never said anything, but I could tell that he loved the apartment too. That's why we never moved to a nicer place, despite being able to thanks to the high income I had as a doctor. Everything was going perfectly in our lives (at least as perfectly as it could when it came to us), when one day two men our age arrived at our apartment. They visited just as my lover and brother was walking out the door. He didn't say anything, but he didn't have to for me to know that he had a feeling of hostility towards one of the men. That man in particular was obviously the more dominant of the two visitors. He was a detective who had come to investigate us. What for, I'm not sure. I can only assume I wasn't under suspicion for anything illegal, considering that the detective showed attraction and interest in me. That was probably what my boyfriend had picked up on. His intuition was top notch, which is why he could sense who was a potential rival, even after such a brief meeting.