Mrs. Aird (Belivaird) (Book 2)

Chapter 19: A twisted dream

Song^ Burning House by Cam

I felt someone kissing my neck and it started turning into sucking. I chuckled as I opened my eyes and looked over and saw Carol smiling at me. She tucked a piece of hair behind my ear as she studied me for a moment.

The light was peeking through the window a little and it was half shining on her face. I smiled at her and pecked her lips and instantly felt her smile against them.

When we pulled back, we stared at each other for a moment until she spoke, "You're so beautiful," she smiled. "Did you know that?"

This sudden burst of happiness overwhelmed me, but I didn't hesitant, "Not as beautiful as you are,"

She smiled, "Don't you mean, beautifuller?" she giggled.

I felt my face turn red and I wanted to hide. I shook my head and sighed and looked at her.

There was something different, but I couldn't pinpoint what it was. I stared at Carol as so many thoughts ran through my head. I couldn't believe that I put this woman in so much bad shit over the past few weeks and it pains me that she went through it all because of me.

I sighed, "I'm sorry," I stared at her as she was staring at me. "I'm sorry for putting you through so much and I didn't mean to be so stupid," I looked down at the bed sheets. "I hate fighting," I looked back up at her as she was staring at me and not saying anything. "Feel free to say something," I stated.

She stared at me for a moment, "I don't know what you're talking about,"

I gave her a confused look, "How can you not know what I'm talking about?" she shrugged as I stared at her. "I put you through shit for the past couple of weeks," she stared at me. "I got involved with Harge and almost got killed, and-"

She cut me off, "Wait, what?" she stared at me. "Harge? When did you see him?" she asked.

I stared at her, "A few weeks ago," she continued to stare at me. "Why are you acting like you don't know what I'm talking about? I ran into him at the store and he threatened me because he wanted you back. Then he hurt Phyllis, Richard and almost killed me," she didn't say anything and it was scaring me. "Carol, he shot me," I paused. "Well, he got someone else to shoot me, but still," she didn't say anything and it was scaring the hell out of me. "Here," I removed my shirt off my left shoulder to show her the scar from the bullet hole.

I looked at her as my shirt was down, "See?" I looked down at the scar but my heart instantly stopped.

It's gone.

I touched over the spot and it didn't hurt. I pressed on it but nothing was hurting and I didn't feel anything. I moved my arm and it didn't hurt like it was. I looked back up at Carol as she was staring at me with concern.

"Babe, are you ok?" she asked as she was staring at me.

I got up and went into the bathroom. I took my shirt off and looked at my shoulder. I didn't see any marks, I didn't see any scar.

I didn't see anything.

What the hell was going on?

Carol walked in and looked at me, "Terry, you're scaring me," she stared at me as I stared back at her.

I shook my head, "Am I losing my mind?" I asked her then looked in the mirror as I asked my own reflection.

What was going on?

*

After the last few minutes of freaking out, Carol offered to cook breakfast. I was sitting at the table trying to make sense of everything as she was cooking. When she brought me a plate, she sat down across from me and started eating.