Pounding. The back of my head is pounding... Memories of Marco came swimming back into my mind. He tried to rape me but something or someone stopped him... I felt something feathery soft beneath my body. A down blanket. Am I back in my own bed? Was last night in the forest just a dream? An unfamiliar scent wafted by my nose. No I’m not back at home. I shot up from where I was laying. I winced in pain. My body hurts... Everything hurts. I opened my eyes to darkness.
Crash! Something fell near me. A skittering sound scuttled across the floor that reminded me of a dog’s claws tip-tapping on a hard surface.
“You opened your eyes!” came an alluring, husky voice. A male. His voice quivered with fright when he spoke. “Why aren’t you screaming right now?”
“Huh? Excuse me but I don’t understand what you mean,” I responded to the mystery man. “Why should I be screaming?”
“You’re staring straight at me! How are you not afraid?”
“Am I supposed to be afraid of you?”
The man sighed in wonder. “Is it because you’re injured? Is that why you can’t see me?”
Injured? What does he mean? The sound of bones crunching bounced back into my head. Bodies dropping. Marco’s bloodcurdling scream. I remember now.
“Are you the one you saved me from being raped last night?” I questioned.
“Well yes. They were going to violate you I couldn’t stand by and do nothing,” my savior said.
I breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m glad. You and your dog sure put up a fight.” I paused. “I’m sorry I heard growling so I assume you had a dog or some sort of animal with you.”
“Yeah a dog...right,” the man murmured. “Well thank you for saving me.” Another pause. “As long as you didn’t kill anyone. You didn’t kill anyone right sir?”
“As much as I wanted to kill those scumbags for almost tainting an innocent girl like you, I didn’t. Just roughed them up a little.” I nodded in response.
Creak! Mattress springs creaked underneath me as my savior sat down on the bed. My nose crinkled in disgust as the pungent odor of sweat and something inhuman entered my nose. Sometimes I curse my other senses being heightened... Strangely enough, he sat as far away from me on the bed as possible.
“So why can’t you see me?” he asked again. “Is it just because of your injuries?”
Why is he so hell-bent on asking me if I can see him? Did it really matter if I did or not?
“No,” I said, “It’s because I’m blind. I can’t see anything, never have and I probably never will.” My face fell at the last words that came out of my mouth. The cold hard truth...
It was my savior’s turn to breathe a sigh of relief. “That’s great.”
My eyebrows furrowed. “It’s great that I’m blind?”
“No! No! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just great that you can’t see me,” he said.
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Blind Beauty
Romance"Some say that the monster is still there today and waits for a beautiful woman to come to his demonic chantey so that he can steal her soul..." Jezebel Sinclair is blind. She has been blind for as long as she can remember, never being able to view...
