Her Fatal Patrimony

Chapter 15

In a strange abrupt manner , I wake. It somehow felt as though something or someone had woken me up , only to find the room completely empty. No one in sight and except for the tiny single bed I'm lying on, no furniture. The room felt strangely familiar yet foreign.

As I looked around, more confusion creeped in . The room looked like My room , back home. I can tell by the pink curtains on the window, they look exactly like the ones I had in my room when I was younger. My curiosity rejuvenated by this , I walk towards the window. The wooden floor like the one we had back home before the house was renovated, creaked with each step I took.

Reaching the window, I slowly moved the curtain to expose a small area near the window. This revealed the small writings on the wall. The same ones I had personally composed on the wall of my room when I was six. It was the perfect place to hide my mischief.

"I love my mom and my dad and my grandmother"

They were written in bad handwriting of a six year old. Carefully crafted with a pair of scissors , stealthy, on the pink painted wall. It looked as fresh as though it was done yesterday.

"Angie!" A deep voice too familiar called out. Dad? I thought. The second time the voice called out , I was convinced it was him. I know his deep body startling voice all too well. I followed the voice towards the door .

On the other side of the door was surprisingly not my childhood home. It was Kevin's house.The house was so quite , one could hear a pin drop. It was as dark as dawn. I instinctively decided to check on Kevin. Reaching his room , there was no sign of him.  An unexplainable fear creeped through as I couldn't find Kevin in any of the rooms.

"Kevin!" I shouted as I searched for him in every room. Opting to widen my search towards downstairs, I practically ran down the stairs calling out his name . I could barely see anything.

The dining room area was empty with just a figure at the middle of the room . I couldn't make out the figure from the top of the stairs but as I got nearer I could see it's a man sitted on a chair with his hands at the back of the chair. Light strangely shone on the figure.

As I got closer, I realized he was tied to the chair. Curiosity overcame the fear as I approached him . When I was just a few feet away I realised it was Kevin. His head was bowed and he was wearing a vest and sweatpants , barefooted. I rushed to kneel right next to him .

He seemed to be in bad shape , his body was covered in sweat and he seemed to be drained of all energy. As I carefully lifted his head to examine his face. I could see, from the dim light; his scarred face. His eyes were swollen, nose broken and his lip cut. He was bleeding in a heart wrenching way.

"Kevin! Who did this to you? What's going on!?" I rambled in concern and confusion.

"A...Ang..." He stuttered breathless. Evidently in pain. It was heart breaking.

"Shhh! It's okay. I'll just untie you okay?" I said rushing to the back of the chair to try untie him . To my dismay, I discovered the ropes that tied him to the chair were padlocked. There was no way to untie him with my hands, I needed some aid . That's when I decided to rush to the kitchen to look for something, anything to help untie Kevin.

Ruffling through the drawers , I found a knife. It made sense. I rushed to go untie Kevin. I tried to cut the robes that were tightly tying Kevin to the chair. In the process, someone was helping me. A woman dressed in white was there assisting me. She was beautiful. Her long curly hair hanged graciously on her sides, it beamed. Her milky skin was bright and clean with no spot in sight, a surreal sight. Her bright big blue eyes shined brightly as she looked at me.

I feel drawn to this woman. She feels as though she's someone I know very well. She helps me untie Kevin and as soon as he was free , she disappeared. Not astonished by that at all I rush to help Kevin. His state pains my heart as I try to help him stand.

"Angie!" The voice calls out once more . I search for where it's coming from to see no one in sight.

"Angie!" My dad calls out nearer this time . I follow the voice to the back door and see him enter. He looks handsome and clean , wearing his favourite leather jacket and cap.  He smiles as he approaches me. I smile back , ecstatic to see him.

"Dad! I thought I'd never see you again!" I say excitedly. My dad just stands there smiling. In a moment, the smile turns to a frown and tears run down his cheeks.

"Dad what's wrong?" I ask worried. Just then , a gunshot echoed through the room. Turning back , I find a man pointing a gun at Kevin's head. He shot Kevin.

Panick and acute pain engulfed me. I screamed in agony , rushing to Kevin. I knelt beside him crying as he sat there , motionless. I turned to look at the man who just ruthlessly shot the man I love.

Jordan was staring at me with a wicked loathsome grin as he pointed a firearm at my face. I stared back revolted. My heart bared so much hatred for him at the moment.

"How could you betray me like that?" I asked him.

"You thought he can protect you?" He asked mockingly as he laughed in an intensely galling manner. "He's dead now! He's gone !"

My father was nowhere and Jordan was now pointing the gun to my head. I could feel the cold metal on my head . Fear started to creep in as I waited for the gunshot...

Right then I woke up , shocked and terrified. My body cringed as my head kept replaying the dream. My blood was cold , my body shaking. I recovered faster this time. Realising all to be just a dream. Six nights in a row I have had these sequence of dreams. The same horrific dreams. They just keep getting worse.

The night before my dad and Kevin were shot by some horrendous man and the woman in white was there , comforting me . The night before that Jordan was holding a gun at Kevin and myself, threatening to kill us. The woman was still there holding my hand. They just keep going.

Kevin has been away for business and that's when the dreams started. I hadn't dreamt of my family in over a month but now each time I try take a nap, images of the accident, the shootout and fire keep haunting me. I haven't had more than twelve hours of sleep the past six days.

Checking the time , it's only 2am . Like my grandmother taught me , I start to pray. She always prayed with me whenever I had a bad dream. It always worked. I slept like a baby soon after. However, it hasn't been working the past few days. Hence this time I'm not just praying for better sleep. I have more intense plans that need God's guidance. I hope that with that , I'll finally find serenity.

It's just a dream!😜

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