Really? Really?

So, I dreamt of him, MeaganLayne.
This has been happening more frequently and I don't like it. I don't like it one bit.
Connor was here and he had me call him.
Charlie and I talked about who he was inviting to his birthday party. Why? I don't know.
I listed people I knew he would invite. AnnMarie, Elaina, and a few others.
"Wow." he said.
"Yeah."
"You remember. Even after all this time, you know."
I didn't have a response to that. I mean, what could I say?
Then he was in my room, sitting on the floor, and we were talking like nothing had ever happened.
I don't recall what we had been talking about, but I feel like that doesn't matter right now.
Suddenly, everything was different. My mom was calling me into the kitchen and Charlie was gone. She was asking me questions and I was faking answers.
Then she asked about Charlie. I denied speaking to him- my lies were worthless.
She had checked the bill and had seen his number on it.
She called in my father to hit me.
He rounded the top of the stairs and pinned me in the hall next to the bathroom.
With my hands in his, he glowered down at me but I smiled.
"Go ahead! Beat me. Everyone loves child abuse," I said, "It's fun!"
He released a hand and went to hit me.
"I'll even fight back! Let's make this fun," I laughed. "I'll even cry and make you feel bad. This is going to be fun. Go ahead . Hit me." I smiled up at him and waited.
Then I was awake on the floor where I'd fallen asleep.

I want my bed back.
She leaves today, right?