𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐔𝐒: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 [𝟏𝟖+]

vi. six | ✓

IV. SIX
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I FELL ASLEEP on the small bed in the dirty cell and when I awoke, I was back in Zeke's home. "It's nice seeing you." His voice sounded off, he was upset but I didn't care. He deserved to feel the pain of uncertainty just like I am.

"Thanks." I don't move, I stare up at him and watch as he bites his lower lip.

"Did you miss me?" He asks, raising his hand. I flinch, his hand stops in midair, his face falls as he studies my reaction. I take a deep breath and he pushes a strand of hair behind my ear gently.

If I say no, it'll make him angry and insecure and I'll be his target. If I say yes, maybe he'll leave me alone. "Yes." I feel my heart pounding in my chest, my nerves gnawing at me. He leans in, I immediately turn my head. "I'm sorry, can I shower?" I ask, distracting him. I didn't want him to touch me, I didn't want him inside of me after Dawson.

Especially after I find out he's been lying to me this whole time. I couldn't stop thinking about the way he touched me, the things he had said and the way he cried. I feel the gnawing once again once I remember that he's still held captive. "About the boy, what's happening right now?" I try to sound casual, like I'm not prying for personal interest.

He sighs, he's leaning against the bathroom doorframe. His eyes shift to my body, "They're holding him captive for a bit, they have to prepare the execution." I hate that fucking word. He walks towards me, wrapping his arms around me. "We have so much to talk about." He shakes his head, his chin resting on my shoulder.

I was trying to play it cool, the truth was even though I wanted to kill him, a part of me was afraid. This same man, the one standing behind me and kissing my neck, slung me into a fucking wall and broke my back. He was a angry boy deep down, I was afraid of learning how far he would go to prove a point. My plan wasn't properly thought out, I was going to wait before Dawson's execution to kill Zeke.

The reality is, I don't know how I am going to do this without help. Dawson isn't a lot, I thought of the possibility of his father helping us but the numbers don't add up. We would have every person in Hell after us and we wouldn't survive for long, especially if I killed Zeke. His father is cold but his father needs him to continue on. If anything happened to Zeke he would for sure get pissed.

I didn't want to die here but for some reason I was accepting what I truly believed would be the result of my plan. "Scarlet?" Zeke turns me to face him, I spin so fast I almost fall but his secure hold prevents it. "What is wrong with you?" He's suspicious, his dark onyx eyes narrowed with curiosity and speculation.

"Nothing, I'm just a little groggy from the trip." I lie.

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I'm in a field, it's full of colorful poppies and I'm wearing a white flowing dress that reaches my thighs. Where am I? I study my bare feet and run my finger over one of the flowers. "Come here." The voice is sweet and soothing, it lures me into the center of the field.

"Who are you?" I ask the woman, she has beautiful flowing blonde hair and a natural beauty. Her skin almost glows and she doesn't look old at all. She's wearing a beautiful white dress similar to mine but longer and I study the small pair of wings.

She turns to me, she has beautiful round electric blue eyes. Her face is heart shaped, the blonde waves flowing just perfectly. The crown that's placed around her head compliments her eyes and for a split second I feel I know her.

"I have not been present in my son's life, I couldn't without facing severe consequences." She tells me, I run my eyes over her familiar features and my heart stops the moment the answer comes to me. "Despite the situation at hand, I cannot let him die." She looks at the long weeds that sway in the wind.

"Oh my god-"

"God is not involved in this, he wants nothing to do with me. I was banished. I must be quick with this, you are living a lie. Satan's son, Lucifer, has lied to you. Everything my son has told you is true." I run my hands down my face. "I want you to listen carefully, I will be meeting you in these visions but I need you to keep checking on my son. There is an escape plan in way and the soldiers from The Towers is preparing to fight right now." My ears perk up, they're coming?

"What's the plan?" My throat feels dry, I'm standing in front of Dawson's mother. I knew this moment would've been extremely important to me if I could remember, I don't really feel anything other than shock and uncertainty. "Can you fix me?" I step towards her, her gaze falls.

"Yes. Once we meet in person I can break the spell but for right now I need you to get as close to the boy as possible, he won't expect anything if he believes you love him." She tells me, walking around me and coming to a stop.

"What do I do about Dawson?" I feel overwhelmed, I wonder what she thinks of me. I wonder if she hates me, after all, this is my fault.

She reaches her hand out, the back of her hand softly grazing my cheek. I'm crying and I didn't even know it. "Let him know that you believe him and love him in return. I'll guide you through the rest." Her eyebrows draw together, concern washes over her beautiful face and she frowns.

Her eyes run down my body. "My son loves you and you love him." She says softly, I'm confused as to why she looks so afraid right now. "Everything is going to be okay." She chokes, studying me carefully. Her eyes roam my body, I self consciously wrap my arms around myself.

"What is it?" I take a step away from her, I run my hands over my body. She stares at me as if I have bugs crawling all over me.
"What's wrong?" She turns her back to me.

"I am so sorry for the things you've had to endure. Having your memory wiped twice, your soul twisted and used and your life always being played with must be very exhausting." Her words find their way beneath my skin, clawing at my heart.

"Please know that no matter what happens in the near future.." She pauses for a moment, her eyes dropping to the weeds. "Well, you will be loved and I apologize." A bright light washes over us, blinding me completely and when I awake I'm in Zeke's bed.

What the fuck was that?