Mr. Know-it-all

C H A P T E R 14

REGINA'S P.O.V 

"Lets see how long can you take it, amorina." he whispered in my ear sending tingles down my spine.

I wanted to push him away but despite my hands being free, I couldn't move. He removed his hands from my shoulders and I saw him walking out of the room with one of his men behind him. I had no idea what he was capable of. I only knew that he hadn't tried hurting me physically. I knew he could do it if he wanted to but he opted out of it. That didn't give me any sense of control over him, rather it terrified me. What was he going to do with me? 

I got up when I saw his guard closing the door behind him and I heard the lock click. I was alone and I knew they were leaving. My breath hitched in my throat and every hair on my body stood up in anticipation of what was going to happen and just then, the lone light bulb blinked. 

Instinctively, I took a step back knocking myself on to the chair. My eyes were trained on the blinking bulb and with one last blink, the light gave out. The darkness fell upon me knocking my breath out and I froze. I couldn't see a single object except the faint traces of light which my eyes had fixated on when the bulb was on. Slowly, it faded away and I blinked to bring it back. 

"This is not funny." I called out, getting back on my feet.

Nobody responded but the echo of my own voice. 

"Asher!" I called out again, my voice cracking, "Let me out!" 

I stumbled my way towards where the door was and I banged on it furiously, "LET ME OUT!" I screamed again.

I could feel something creeping on my arm and I smacked it unconsciously. Instantly, I felt it on my back and smacked despite my hand not reaching my back. Fear rose up in my throat and I stumbled along the wall into a corner. 

My eyes closed in fear, and I slid down the wall wishing it would open and swallow me whole. I just wanted to be out of here. My breathing became heavier and I struggled to breathe. Just then, I realized, I was crying. Tears streamed down my face freely and I hid my face in my lap. I brought my kees to my chest and cried again, "Let me out," a feeble attempt against the heavy darkness which seemed to be engulfing me.

"Please," I whispered to myself. My eyes felt heavy as I hugged myself and imagined a better place.

The sun was bright but cold breeze formed goosebumps on my arms as I chased the little butterfly into the pale horizon. The sunflower field was always on my bucket list and now, I could see the tiny yellow heads which disappeared into an endless distance. I was so close to to the field yet to far. I kept running ignoring my mother's calls asking me to wait for her. I was impatient. It seemed like if I waited long enough, the scenery in front of me will fade away. It felt like a painting and I wanted to touch it to ascertain that a dream was coming true.

"Let's take a picture!" My mom said to me, excitement evident in her voice. I straightened my yellow checkered sundress and gave her a smile.

Click!

"Let's go!" I called out to mom but my throat constricted making no sound. I tried again but failed. My limbs felt heavy and I desperately tried to call mom. She waited for me to call out but the weight of time was bogging me down. I wanted to move but I couldn't. Suddenly, my mom turned her back towards me and began walking. I looked up at my hand waving at her to stop and listen but my hand felt weird. I focused hard on it and realized I had six fingers.

Six fingers.

My high spirits vanished and I stopped trying. This wasn't a reality. It was a dream. One of the good ones. I closed my eyes and asked myself to wake up but that didn't feel right. Why didn't I want to wake up?