Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Two: Lisa

Another Nightmare. The same feeling rushed through me, flowing along with the blood in my veins last night.

I forgot the numbers—at first I’d count the days I saw the same dream on rewind but then it all started happening so frequently to the point I stopped bothering.

Every night I’d wake up screaming from the incident. After perceiving it so many times, I now vividly remember each and every single detail even after my stupor was broken.

I felt numbness brushing over my features as I awaited him, my death. He’d leisurely walk towards me and take entire control over my body before I could rebuke. He’d then slowly . . .

I didn’t know. I never got to see more than that. Never in my dreams I made that far and would just faint, waking up into a darker reality, realizing everything I’d owned once had slipped away like some old memory.

But that wasn’t the end.

As I’d wake up from the horrendous experience, I’d feel a peculiar presence around me like someone was lurking in the shadows of my room.

I’d peek into the corners holding the quilt up to my neck as if it could protect me from the inevitable peril.

But then, after some default trials, I’d go to sleep feeling discontented.

However, last night was different. Before my dream broke, I saw a hand on the other side of the car. I could see his rough surface on the mirror that was still veiled by the mist and smog released by the engine.

He held out his hand to help me and just when I was about to take it I was brusquely hurled outside, fainting once again.

As I woke up I felt something unlike, disturbing even. My room was filled with the scent of recently wet soil still lingering in the air I breathed.

But I wasn’t out and even aware of the heavy storm outside—thinking it was Jenna I slapped my pillow and put myself to sleep.

The sun was bright today, hanging up in the clear sky like a dream-catcher along with the white clouds, promising a good day and moreover, probably making up for the cold that went through the town last night.

I still wasn't sure about what I saw. The dream, the stranger helping me and the scent—well that one must be Jenna.

But after all these years, why now? I didn’t feel the same shadow last night that I’d been sensing since I was a kid. Last night, the sensation was more of a presence of some physical element instead of an invisible phantom.

Anyway, I wanted it to be different. Today wouldn't be anything relating to chaos. I needed a break from the craziness inside my brain, both consciously and subconsciously.

I couldn't recall the last time I went to bed in peace.

Jenna as always was already up and had stuffed the kitchen with her amazing cooking skills. The aroma filled my nostrils as soon as I neared the table.

She must’ve heard my steps for she turned back in a spin.

“You’re awake!” She greeted as I went nearer to wrap my arms around her from the back.

I always loved that and also the fact that she wouldn’t resist me no matter how firmly I squeezed her. It was a part of my morning routine and in my act I’d also get a sneak peek of the scrumptious breakfast.

“Hey Lisa, would you clean up the yard before breakfast? The storm did a number on my tiny plants.” She said churning the pasta on the pan.

“Sure.” I agreed with a smile.