Love Torment

48

"You don't need to know..."

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It was your run-of-the-mill night. Siege was visiting. I was getting ready for the unknown and Dixie was sleeping on the bed. Something was going to go down that night. That much Dixie told me. What it was, why it was happening. I was yet to find out.

I quickly picked jeans and a fitting shirt from my closet. It wasn't the time to make favourable fashion choices. On top of that, I decided to put on one of Siege's jackets he left. It was extremely warm and made me feel warm inside.

Like...

I had a boyfriend.

And he left not one but two jackets at my place.

Putting on some socks and shoes was the easy part. Undoing my hair from twists, to make sure my afro was presentable was the challenging bit. I went back to my bed and sat down on my bed when I was done. I gently placed Dixie on my lap and let her rest comfortably.

I was looking at the glass door that led to my balcony, waiting for Siege to arrive. Dixie was silent as I brushed her fur with my hand.

It was extremely windy outside. The wind was howling and the trees were rustling against the wind. The scene was unsettling. Familiar and unsettling.

My lights flickered off. For a moment I was in complete darkness.

"Hahahahahahahaha hahaha."

A high key suspiciously evil laugh echoed through the air. It was faint but still hearable. Perhaps evil wasn't the right adverb. It was creepy but fun. I was readjusting my prejudice against laughter echoing within chaos.

I shot up with Dixie in my hands and decided to go check up on my uncle. Not that I was scared or anything! It's not like I wanted to perhaps spend the rest of the night with him? Siege would just have to wait, my sanity was on the line. I rushed to the door, slung it open, and darted through the passage to get to my uncle.

I let my senses lead the way. I could hear my uncle murmuring something. A voice spoke back to him confidently. It wasn't weird, my uncle talked to the TV at times. We led lonely lives. It was expected.

" You did a great job at hiding my useless daughter. The moving hex spell? Classic."

I froze on the spot.

The voice I was hearing wasn't coming from the TV. It sounded a little too real. It sounded a little too familiar.

Mama?

I didn't want to walk any further, in fear that they would see me. I was beyond myself with the information that I was given, my mind was racing. I stood at the edge of the passage. Peering enough to catch sight of the scene.

My uncle was standing on one side of the coffee table and my mother on the other. They were glaring at each other whole heartedly. My mother held a sneer on her face.

"I was clear about leaving acts of terror behind. I'm happy protecting my amazing niece." My uncle retaliated back in a forced calm tone. I could see he was holding back his rage.

Awww.

My uncle was simply the cutest!

Mom, you still suck.

"You wouldn't be running if you knew you had a choice." My mother proudly stated as she gave him a victorious smile. My uncle didn't move a single muscle. He did glance at me. Our eyes met for a second. He widened his eyes. He was telling me to run.