THE DREAM CATCHER

44.

Niccòlo leads me in silence disturbed only by my heartbeat through the corridor bedded with old, dusty, grey brick. The dark, wooden floor cracks with each of my trembling step. The hatred that I feel towards this man is indescribable. I knew he seemed familiar. I knew I had known this eyes from before. I just didn't realise that our pasts were so tied up. Our fates were so tied up together. I don't have much proof to believe him. My memories are still scattered somewhere in my brain that I can't reach. But I believe my father. And his words. That's why I have no other option left but to believe this devil of a man as well. We pass multiple, dark wooden doors until we reach to the ones at the very end of the hallway. Niccòlo pushes them open and allows me to pass the doorway first which I do hesitantly. The room is beautiful. I can't believe my eyes. It's not very big, but fits a bed dressed in flowery covers. There's also a lamp, similar to the one he had in his hotel room. I can see a desk with a chair, huge bookshelf and a drawer. There's also a tall mirror next to it. And on the bed there lay two most important things to me recently. There's Noah's red, leather jacket. And my cat. Sleeping peacefully, curled up in a ball in the middle of my bed, clean and calm.
,,Lady Macbeth!" I scream uncontrollably and break off running towards her sleeping figure. I fall onto my knees beside the bed and scratch her little head lightly.
,,You named your cat Lady Macbeth?" I can hear Niccòlo's voice as he approaches me.
,,How did you manage to find those things?" I ask, ignoring his question. He's so close to me now, his face looking down at me from high above.
,,I searched the whole outskirts looking for this thing." He says nodding at the cat as I stand up to my feet. I know exactly how the mare inches of distance between the two of us work on him. So I do nothing to increase the distance. Our noses almost touch when I ask: ,,Why?"
,,For you." He replies, trying unsuccessfully to slow his breath.
,,Why?" I insist to know. Then, I take an even bigger step towards him, making the back of his knees to collide with the bed. He lands on it, supporting his body with his hands, looking at me with eyes so deeply black, so filled with longing. With hope that he didn't ruin things. He did. And I'm going to be seducing him for so long until his heart shatters into million pieces when he realises he will never have me. He looks at me from under his dark eyebrows, takes a deep breath as I take another step, finding myself between his legs. I bend to rest my hands next to the sides of his legs, not daring to touch him, not letting him read my intrigue that he definitely would. Our faces are so close I can feel his warm breath colliding with mine.
,,Why?" I ask once again.
,,I can't answer that question." He admits, fighting for his breath. I gift him with a sly smile before placing one of my hands on his lap. He inhales desperately, lowering his eyes on the place my hand is.
,,What are you doing?" He asks, his voice barely a whisper.
Recent experiences woke up something insanely bad in me. This whole time I was convinced I must have deserved all the horrible things I've endured. Turned out, all of them happened because of the people I loved, because of the people I trusted. The awareness of that makes the darkest creatures crawl out from the deeps of my brain. No one spared me. No one. So I will not force myself to spare anyone else anymore. If they wanted to use me, now they'll pay by being used. By being wept from the earth from everything they've done to me. For everything I didn't deserve. If they wanted to push me from the cliff of my sanity, they did. I was falling for too long. Now, I finally landed on the deepest, darkest bottom. And I stood up.
,,What?" I ask with innocence covered by so much venom I'm surprised it comes to me so easily.
,,Don't do this to me. Please." He whispers finding my eyes again. His voice is cracked, swallowed by pain and remorse. Too bad, I have no remorse left in my dried out heart.
,,Do what?" I ask stupidly. His pain causes me so much satisfaction I can't stop myself from running my hand through his thigh. And then, his face moves forward rapidly. His eyes are so hungry I try my best not to laugh. Right before our lips collide I move away leaving him speechless and hurt. Just like I intended.
,,Get out of my sight you joke of a human." I hiss as I stand straight, glancing at his shattered body. He obeys. Of course he obeys. He'll obey my every word. And I will not hesitate to take advantage of that. He passes me by without a word but stops in the doorway.
,,I want you to know." He says, turning to look at me. His face is cold and dead. It cuts the flood of oxygen from my lungs. ,,That I will endure every suffering you are willing to give me. I know I deserve that. And I hope you'll be strong enough to hate me rather than be broken again. Get some sleep. We're leaving early." And then he's gone. He left me even more speechless than I did leave him. He just admitted that he is perfectly aware of what he's done, of what feelings he caused in me. And still fights to stick to me, to experience every single form of pain I want to give him. He is insane. And terrifyingly addicted to me. It won't be easy to get rid of him.