DREAM

Chapter 7

I woke up to all too familiar setting, in a more familiar bed. My marital bed.

My mind managed to peice together snippets of last night. Although, one detail stood out more than the others.

Benjamin rushing towards me as everything had turned dark. He brought me back home. Curse his loyal staff.

Ben had an impressive number of mansions around here, there was no way he could pin down which one I had gone to.

I got up. The thought of Alexis and Ben sharing the bed when I was gone irked me. I furiously rubbed at my skin, dugusted by the thought.

I didn't feel like showering either. I wanted to get the hell out of here. I closed the door with a loud bang, hoping for whomever was home to hear it.

I was under the impression that the old hag and her daughter in law were around but as I walked down the hall, skimming through the various lounging rooms, not a single soul was around.

I made my way to the kitchen. They're probably preparing breakfast?

I rounded the corner to the kitchen, nearly knocking over the vase with fresh tulips in them. I've always wanted to have a garden, and know that I do, I feel like shit because I haven't been taking care of it like I should. Life hasn't exactly been treating me well anyway.

I was about to walk into the kitchen, but my body froze out of instinct. I could hear the maid and the cook wispering.

About me. If it's worth wispering, its definitely bad.

"- it's masters orders Sara. We have to follow them no matter how harsh it may seem." Sara, the cook, sighed in response.

What had Ben instructed the house help to do?

I was eagerly waiting on one of them to spill. My heart was thumping hard against my chest. My anxiety was through the roof. Ben was never good news. Ever.

"But Beth, how would you feel your husband warns against allowing you to enter the kitchen? That's literally stripping someones basic right away." Beth scoffed, mocking Sara's reasoning.

Beth was a young girl with a bitter personality fit for an old hag. We never crossed paths, since she didn't work everyday of the week but she hated me. I absolutely have no idea why she loathed me as much.

"And that's why I don't have a husband." She said proudly.

"As long as I'm not the one to break the news to her, I'm good." Sara muttered. If it wasn't for the slight echo in the room, I wouldn't of been able to make out what she had said.

The sound of shoes clicking loudly on the floor took me out of my daze and I hurriedly hid my figure from the two gossip girls that were walking in my direction.

I stared blankly at them, trying to connect the dots. What the hell had I just listened to? I'm even more lost than I was a moment ago.

Had the witch's words actually gone to Bens head? Is he planning on leaving me?

I dragged my tongue across the seam of my lips which suddenly became dry.

I turned a blind eye to the glass of water I found at the night stand, thinking it might of been poisoned.

The conversation between the two kept replaying in my mind.

Is this a sick joke? It should be.

I opened the fridge, ready to take out a can of cranberry juice but my actions were roughly cut off when a hand closed the door. Not caring that my hand was reaching for something in it.