Don's Blackmail

Chapter 15

Kate's eyelids fluttered and the corner of her mouth twitched when she dreamt of something unpleasant.

In her dream she wore a white satin gown and looked like a stunning bride. Her waist length light brown tresses swayed with every step she took. She wandered through the plush green grass of the jungle, searching for someone. She had the dress bunched up using both hands for easy movement.

The early morning sun shone bright in the sky, casting a golden glow to the grass that pressed beneath her bare feet, while eyes scanned the lively jungle.

"CHRIS..." She called out to a boy who sat on the edge of a small cliff, throwing pebbles into the clear water below. His head turned to the source of the sound and saw her approaching with desperation. But something that she saw in his hazel brown eyes made her stop. His face was a mixture of anger and sadness;

But why?

"Chris I was looking for you..." she smiled and took another step closer to him.

"STOP KATE..." he ordered and she immediately froze to the spot.

He was her knight in shining armour, the love of her life and her prince charming. But he had never used this tone with her before.

"What happened Chris? Wh-Why are you so angry?" her chin wobbled.

"Why?... You are asking me? How could you Kate...how could you give your first kiss and your virginity to him? How could you writhe in pleasure with someone like him..Huh?" His voice held controlled anger that threatened to spill out any moment.

"B-but I tried to stop him Chris believe me..." her eyes were now leaking tears.

"I..I don't know Kate...I don't think I want to be with you anymore. Besides, it looked like you enjoyed being his whore. But what will you do when he finds another prostitute to warm his bed and throw you out like a rag doll?" his accusatory words stung like the deadliest poison on earth.

She was broken by mere words for the first time...

Her little heart clenched at the thought of being treated like a slut instead of being treated like a princess. More tears fell out of her eyes when she saw him get up to leave her...forever.

"Chris wait- Let me explain...please" she choked out a sob but he slowly began disappearing. She tried to run behind him but he seemed out of reach.

"No No No...Chris wait..." she flailed her arms in the air but he dissipated completely into thin air, leaving her sobbing on the ground. The ends of her white dress turned to black because white was the symbol of purity and she was no longer pure, no longer innocent.

Her dream ended with her white dress completely transforming into a black one and the wind whispering 'You are a prostitute'.

The next day Kate woke up with red eyes and puffy eyelids because she had cried a lot last night and just like the other night, Quisito left long before she was awake. She sat up in bed and blinked her eyes rapidly to adjust to the sunlight that bathed her room in yellow and immediately, everything that happened last night hit her like a ton of bricks – Sex with Quisito and the dream.

She wouldn't have even remembered about the sex if her body wasn't sore and if she wasn't wearing his shirt, because it was the dream that upset her the most. That was the closest she had come to touching Chris. In the past, he would appear in her dreams often and assure her that he would be there for her, no matter what.

She was a diehard fan of fairytales and it always ended with the prince rescuing the damsel in distress. She believed in her dreams more than she did in reality because she was free and happy in her dream world. Therefore, how ever strange it may sound, Kate never dismissed the possibility that Chris could be real and that one day, he would come for her. Her brain failed to make her forget him, because her heart longed for the peaceful embrace only he could provide.