His Bet

Chapter Four

It took me fifteen minutes to drive home. I slowly entered my apartment not wanting to bother anybody to wake up this late. Picking my keys on my pocket I turned it open and close it shortly I'm inside I throw my bag on the couch, pull off my shoes and returned it to the rack. Change my clothes into big tee and cotton skimpy shorts.

I threw myself up on bed feeling tired. Grabbing my cell and leaving Red a text.

"Got home safe Reddy. Good luck on cleaning up. Night."

Re-reading my text message and feeling satisfied on it. I tap send, putting my cell on the side table turning the lights off and snuggle myself on my comfy bed. Hoping that I'll have a dreamless night.

I'm on a dark room. I can't see anything but I know I'm on my room and the lights are all off. I was trying to find any source of light but it was all dead black. I don't know but I'm sweating. I feel so nervous and afraid.

Too much fear splash on me when I saw the door creaked open. I heard footsteps coming near me. The small light coming from outside is reflecting on his face. I can't recognize him but I know he's here for something not good. Then another man came insight. He's bigger. Scarier. I can't see him but I know there's something on him I should fear of.

"Who are you?" I managed to say with a crack tone. I don't mean to sound scared but I just can't cover it up unlike what I can do normally.

I just heard the scarier guy smirked.

They stepped nearer. I wanted to run but I can't. My both hands and feet are tied up in the bed poles. I wanted to scream but I couldn't. I wanted to move my body but I couldn't. Too much dread make my body weak.

I saw the first guy get something inside his bag. The movement was blur on my vision as I try to look at what maybe it.

His smirk got scarier.

Before I can decipher what's his holding.. He stabbed that thing on my stomach. Just then I realized that it was a knife. He lift it again and stab it again on my arms and thighs. The cold touch and sharpness of it fed my dreading soul to crack up with a suppressed scream. I felt so much pain, I wanted to scream in agony and pain, I want to kick the guy in front of me. I wanted to stop him but I couldn't. My body feel so numb to move but I feel his knife stabbed on my body. Sweat all over my face and neck, my heartbeat so fast. My head's aching, the stinging feeling felt endless. I feel so weak. But this guy doesn't seem satisfied. He stabbed it again on my stomach and started ramming it in my flesh. That I could even hear my flesh being squished,

I wake up screaming and sweating too much. My heartbeat still racing fast. My hands trembling. The moment I woke up I quickly lift up my shirt with shaking hands checking for any stab or blood. Throwing the covers out I touch my thighs and my arms, checking for any wound. That nightmare seems real. I thought it was real. And it made me sick, I feel my head is throbbing. I wanna throw up imagining my flesh being rammed. It's just 3 am in the morning and I can't now drift off to sleep. I was crying like a child being punished by her parents. It scared the hell out of me. I can't stop myself from crying and I can't barely breathe. I stood up and force my shaky legs to go to the bathroom. Standing I put my hand on the wall for support. As I got myself in I open the shower turning it cold.

I want to feel replenish.

I just sat on the tub, water all over me letting it pour on my body. I can't stop myself from trembling. I don't understand why do I keep having nightmares like that. As the time pass by the nightmares got scarier and worse. I'm now afraid to take another nap. What if it got worst that I'll never wake up again. I have so many things in life that I want to do. Getting killed by a nightmare isn't good to decipher. It's all done. The hell was all done but it kept hunting me. Just like it was tattoo on my brain. It already damaged me more than it has to be but fuck those nightmares. Why can't this all be over? I thought I was doing fine and putting my life back together. But heck no, this have been happening for years. Why can't it just go away. I cried, hugging my knees and suddenly felt alone.

I want all of those traces to go away. The physical wounds may heal but it still leaves ugly scars on my memory. Bad thing I got memory that won't fade away over a period of time. It excels me on my studies but destroy and corrupts my personal life. I want all of this to go away. I wanted to be okay.

Four am when I decided to come out from shower. It took me one hour to calm down. My fingers are now prunes because I'm soak with water for an hour. I slip a towel around me getting some comfy clothes to wear. I settle on the couch and watch something that can pull off my mind on that nightmare.

I glance at my cell. Tossing up if I should tell Red or mom about it. I was staring at it for a minute and decided to keep it in myself. Who give a fuck about it anyway. I heave a sigh, got up and headed to the kitchen. Maybe eating something will make me feel better. I mean.. Who's not? Food is a good distraction. Opening the fridge I saw nothing. Damn, its been weeks since I had my last grocery supplies. I'll go to the grocery first thing in the morning when I know its already open.

I grab a bowl in the cupboard threw the last box of cereals on it with also the last bottle of milk, get a spoon and settle my self on the couch.

I finished a movie and its now nearly seven o'clock. Its Sunday so I'm gonna be bored to death again. I change my clothes so I can now go to the supermarket. I see dark circles under my eyes. I look like shit. Well, its not a big deal for me. I grab my phone, my purse, and my keys.

It's a busy day outside. Everyone's with their families having some good time together. When I got up in my car I turn the stereo on playing my playlist.

The Scientist by Cold Play.

Nobody said it was easy..

Those lines were for me damn it.

Supermarket is not that far away from my apartment. I have good choice of location. I don't want to be far away from everything. I parked my car in the parking space and get inside.

I threw everything that I needed on my push cart. My mom said don't thrift myself so I pick all the food I want. Who cares about my weight and figure. So what if I get fat? At least I eat what I wanted to eat.

Meat, vegetables, necessity, bath stuffs, snacks, sweets, chocolates, chips. All check. There's one left before I go to the cashier.

DVDs

This supermarket have their DVD section right before the entrance. Pushing my cart I get my way on it.

Woah. New movies are already in release. Maybe I could get more than one. I grab the new ones. I saw the new movie Kingsman. I saw the trailer and it seems thrilling. Its an action movie themed by secret agents. It really should be thrilling.

It's now only one.

That's the last DVD copy so I mid run towards the shelves grabbing it. There's another hand that grab the other side of the DVD. I crunched up my eyebrows in irritation so I look up.

A pair of emerald green eyes is now staring down at me.