The Heirloom Ring: Haunted Book 3

Chapter 5

Destiny’s POV

Mark spent the rest of the night in my arms, and we both decided to call in sick to work today. He and I both had a horrible night's sleep. Mom and dad didn’t mind. We were both so shaken last night neither of us would have been of any use.

When we finally woke up it was lunch time. I decided we needed comfort food so I made grilled cheese and tomato soup. One of my all time favorites.  Mom used to make it for me when I had a bad day. Now I’m making for both Mark and I, hopefully it has those magical feel better powers they always had before. I hope he likes it.

“This is delicious, Des. Thank you so much. I know I should probably be making you something-” Mark started. I didn’t want him to feel bad about me making lunch. It makes me happy to make him happy.

“Mark! Don’t worry about it,” I giggled. “Cooking makes me feel better. It makes me feel like I’m in control of something,” I try to explain.

“Well, I love your cooking! I just feel bad that I’m not taking care of you,” he sighed.

I leaned over, pulling his face up to me, and kissed him. “You did take care of me! You came over last night and held me while I cried, and even stayed over all night just to chase my nightmares away,” I assured him. “I honestly don’t think I would have been able to fall asleep again if you weren’t there for me.”

He beamed at me. That’s what I wanted to see. I didn’t want him to feel like he wasn’t helping me, because he was. Just his presence helped me calm down. His smile lit up my whole life and all I needed was a kiss from him to calm all my fears.

I stare down at my beautiful ring and try to figure out what it had to do with my dream. I have this feeling deep in my gut that it all leads back to the ring. Not that I plan on taking it off any time soon, or ever! This ring is mine now! However…

“Tell me more about your dream,” I insist. I know he said he had the same dream as I did, but it seemed like it was from another point of view. I need to see if there is anything that we can learn about all this.

“Are you really sure you want to hear it, baby? I can barely stomach it…” Mark said, turning a disturbing color of green. He really didn’t want to remember what he had dreamed, but I know that the dream wasn’t him. It had to be something else, and I am beginning to think it has to do with the beautiful ring adorning my finger.

“Maybe… Maybe the ring-” I started. I didn’t know how to tell him what I was thinking without him thinking I was crazy. He didn’t know about the other visions that started, or the tingling feeling I’ve been feeling like someone has been watching me for the past couple days. I don’t want him to regret giving me the ring, because that isn’t what I want. I am keeping it! But I think that maybe… How did I explain it to him?

“The ring what?” Mark asked, confused. He looked so cute with his eyebrows all scrunched up and a little pout on his lips. I just wanted to kiss away his frustration for him.

“Well, I’ve been having weird visions since you put the ring on my finger. Maybe it  wants justice for its previous owner?” I finish lamely. I don’t know  if that's even possible or my imagination is getting away with me, but it’s the best conclusion I can come up with with so much stress from the last couple days.

Mark’s face immediately lightened at the thought that this might be the case. “I really hope that’s what it is, baby! If that is the case then I will tell you everything I remember,” I sighed.

I could tell he really was hoping this was the answer. If there was any validity to my guess then maybe both of us would be sleeping better soon. That means there may be a way to fix whatever is wrong. There has to be something we can do to fix it because I’m not losing this ring!