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Chapter Four: Nightmare

The Light to My Darkness

Chapter Four: Nightmare

Remi's POV

I can't stop shaking. Not only physically, although that is the most obvious, but I am mentally crumbling within myself. Not only because of the hell filled dream I woke from, but I also haven't been able to stop my body from trembling since I have met Dane. I can't understand how one man can effect me so much only after one short lunch hour with him, on the first time meeting no less. His very presence captivated my attention, his movements were fluid, bursting with confidence. The body he possessed was one of complete masculinity, perfect in shape and form, and he knew it too, working it to his advantage. He radiated dominance that seemed to surround his entire person. It affected me on a level much deeper than I had felt in the past. This desire type feeling overwhelmed every part of my person, almost urging my body to submit completely to him. If that wasn't terrifying enough, but I sometimes catch myself thinking it wouldn't be so bad, and almost longing for him to dominate every part of my life.

It has been a week since he came and brought me lunch in my office. A week since this desire had blossomed, a week since I have started to avoid Dane with everything in my body.

It also has been a week since the nightmares have started again.

I have tried everything a person can think of to get rid of the hellish nightmares, but nothing ever works. Not therapy, not sleeping pills, even at the highest dosage. Most of the time they consist of the past beatings I have gotten from my "brothers" or verbal attacks from my "father" that usually come before images of Blake lying dead or sometimes it is of him killing himself; and me screaming at him to take me with him. Other times the 'dreams' are further back suppressed memories. They only happen when I haven't slept in a few days, in an attempt to avoid the nightmares, which only makes them worse. Those are always the worst, these are the ones that make me want to die even more than usual.

It's also the kind I just woke up from.

The door to Blake's bedroom flew open and closed and locked as fast as it opened. Even though our house is huge, Blake and I always have slept in the same room. My seven year old body was awoken by the sudden noise, while Blake stays asleep next to me. I try to seem like I am still asleep, because maybe if she thinks we are nothing bad will happen tonight. But it seems like luck is not on my side as I feel a hand grab my shoulder and yanks me from the safety of bed I share with my brother, and over into the grip of sick twisted mother. Bending down to speak into my ear her foul smelling breath assaulted my nose as she huffs into my ear, "Now little Rem and Mommy are going to play together, and if Rem wants to be bad, well I guess baby Blakie will have to play too."

My face pales considerably as my body is dragged into what should be my room, but since I share with Blake, mother has turned it into a chamber to house all her sick fantasies. Throwing my limp body onto the queen size bed, knowing what hell would happen if I were to resist her, she starts to rummage in several boxes until she finds the item of her desire. I watch terrified as she pulls out what looks like a sledge-hammer, except smaller and blunt on the end of the handle but quite large as it continues up, even just a few centimeters. My body seems to almost float over my small child form as I watch the she-devil walk towards me explaining what she wants me to do. When I fail to strip myself of all clothes like she demanded, I watch her become frustrated and slaps my face and rips off the pajamas off my body, then forcing me onto my hands and knees.

I begin to struggle, trying to squirm away from her evil clutches. Fists pound down on my back, an agonizing gasp escapes my mouth as my arms give out underneath my body due to the pain racking my body. Lying there I think it can't get any worse, until I feel her spreading my butt-cheeks apart and shoving a cold finger into my anus. The nails on her hand rip the sensitive flesh as she pushes in and out until I can feel my warm blood run down my leg. My sobbing intensifies as my body feels as if it is splitting in two. I watch as mother forces the end of the large hammer into my tiny seven year old anus; using my own blood as a type of lubricant, ripping and tearing the ring of muscle, and causing even more blood to flow freely down my body. Once my blood has completely covered the object she begins to violently slam into my body causing me to release a blood curdling scream that echoes throughout the room and then my vision blurs and I lose consciousness, the darkness takes over and I give into the pain.