His Nightmares, Part I
He grabs my throat, rolling off the couch and pinning me beneath him. I gasp for breath. Grabbing his arms, I struggle under him. I look at his eyes and I know instantly this isn’t him.
He grabs my throat, rolling off the couch and pinning me beneath him. I gasp for breath. Grabbing his arms, I struggle under him. I look at his eyes and I know instantly this isn’t him.
“Things will always try to come between us and fight to tear us apart, but it won’t matter, they’ll fail. They’ll have to. The only thing I care about is you and our daughter. In the end, that will always bring me back to you.”
“It requires eye contact and nothing else. I will share with you the memories, the happier memories, of my life with your father. Would that help you trust me?”
“I told you that if you defied me there would be consequences. Although, I didn’t think your soul would be strong enough to break out of that dagger.”
I watch as my mother moves the slit in her toga, revealing a dagger strapped to her thigh. She unsheaths it, showing me the deadly metal shimmering in the sunlight.
“Just because we grew apart doesn’t mean I don’t still love you.” He clears his throat. “As one of my best friends.”
My heart dropped in my chest after hearing my mother speak up, bringing me back to reality. He will never love you…
“Yes, I do. I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” I whisper to him.
“You should know. I will never love you,” he says coldly. My heart feels like it’s been stabbed multiple times by those words.
“It is just better if he doesn’t know. It is just a crush, right? Those feelings will fade away,” I whisper.
“Well, aren’t you just the cutest little thing,” she says, pushing off the wall and walking over.
“What is a girl like you doing out at this late hour?” the man smirks, stepping closer to me. He picks me up by my arm and I smell his breath.
“You can learn a lot observing from others,” I replied, ignoring his comment. “If only mortals learned from their past mistakes, their lives would be easier.”
If I save her, I would be interfering with fate. Could I really just leave her here to die?
I hadn’t received any other letters from this mysterious L since that day, and I was starting to think that maybe there wouldn’t be any more.