Wild Wolves

Chapter 5 -Wildest Dreams

Lydia

A baby cries filled the space of the room, echoing in every corner, but the cries were different.

It's not kind of cries for breastfeeding or the sake of the mother's attention. The baby was weeping, shedding tears for sadness and grief, for her mother's death. Because of the baby...

was me. Or so I thought.

Smoke swallowed the fresh air, creeping through that baby's lungs. The baby's whimpering inside the rough basket, wrapped in a red cloth.

It was dark in the underground secret tunnel, but the darkness vanished after the raging fire light up the room. The fire's smiling at me, orange flared like an evil demon.

Then, was loud footsteps upstairs and it's walking down. The blonde hair was vivid, clear as a sky.

The guy wearing a black boot, with a black hoodie rushing downstairs towards an injured woman. He looked familiar, like someone I know. Her grey clothes were torn apart like she's been scratched or sliced by something sharp and silvery.

Blood splattered and the poor woman gulped on blood, dripping down her neck. Then I saw a huge dagger, solid and hard buried inside her heart. There's a stain of blood at the end of the dagger, and the woman panting heavily, harshly and roughly.

Her chest went up and down as she breathed. "Why?" The man said with a heartbreaking voice, it shook the ground as his body was. "Why?.." he only repeated those words as he said them with a heavy heart and exasperation.

A huge wave of sadness and pain painting his voice. "Because of her..." the woman grunts as she spoke the words.

"Because of my daughter...because she's everything to me and I can't let anyone hurt her..." she coughed. The baby cried again reflecting the mirror of what she felt. She took one last look at her baby, tears crackled in her eyes.

"Why don't you run with me, Isabelle?" The man lowered his head, couldn't have the strength to look at her any longer.

Isabelle, I thought. My mother?

"I couldn't let anyone knows who she is. If they knew her, they killed her..." she reached the man's hand, pleading. "Please" she begged. "Take care of her, and I will have my peace" she looked through his eyes for something like this guy was her last hope.

"Would you promise me? Cross your heart that you will take care of her as long as you live. That is the last thing that I've ever wanted from you" her body started to weaken, her last breath escaped from her mouth and her hand lose from his fingers. She's gone.

Another cries, much low than the pre-virus one from the baby. Tears dripping down the man's cheek, he planted a soft kiss on the woman's forehead.

Then, it was a sound from a loud stomping foot. Like a grenade in every staircase. He quickly put on his black hoodie, took the baby away and vanished into the thin air.

Brown curly hair, red robe and a golden crown with a cross carved on the side, ruby beads. Tall and intimidating. I shocked but the scream stuck in my throat, gasp.

It was my dad!

What is he doing here? Where the hell is he when my mother's death?

He opened wide the metallic cabinet, held out his hand, checking the temperature and pushed the metallic- roller-tray of my mother's body, entering the burning cabinet as my mother's body swallowed by fire, turned to ashes...

"I'm sorry" my father whispered to the empty room, his word shot my brain like a bullet, crushing my skull, tearing my skin like stickers and bleeding...

The wildest dreams swallowed the whole of me and my screams died in my throat...I'm slowly feeling I'm dying.

This is one of Lydia's nightmare that she always has since she was a kid, it's been a long time since she had one and suddenly it came to knock at her sleepless night?

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