Let's do a mental recap it has been almost 48 hours since I hit my husband with a car. My sister in law is dead, my best friend and her husband are dead, and honestly the only place I have left to go is my parents house. I am petrified that when I get there I am going to see another slaughtering, or I am going to listen to them get tortured by this thing that has take control of Elijah. I honestly do not understand why all this has happened to me, I was the Valedictorian in my excuse of a senior class in high school, college I was a good girl I studied Radiology and got engaged to the man of my dreams. I thought I had done everything I needed to to be deserving of a good life, and yet, here I am dealing with this bullshit.
I checked myself into a motel, I honestly just need a good night's sleep and time to think about what's going on in my life. I disposed my phone so I could not be tracked and cut all my credit cards up and burned them over the trash can. I wanted no trace of my existence anywhere, Elijah could not find me. It was time I went ghost. Honestly what could happen for the next couple of days that depend on whether I was on the grid or not. Before I settled in for the night I hopped on my bike and made a quick run to Walmart, I used some cash to buy a quick pay phone and a bottle of fire red hair dye. I am gonna make it to the point where no one will be able to recognize me. I raced back to the hotel and immediately started on my hair. I got in the shower and while I was in there I threw the blood stained clothes on the floor and let them soak while I bathed. I watched all the bright red hair dye flow down my body and down the drain; some getting caught up in the drenched pile of clothes I tossed in with me. I stepped out and wrapped myself in a bath towel. I looked like a completely different person, my beautiful and luscious brown hair was now firy red and soon to be bushy as hell. I grabbed my brush and the hotel hair dryer and made my hair a big poofy mess. I walked out of the bathroom to what seemed to be a small linen closet where it had a tub of bleach inside. Come on think black and bleach do not ever mix, but sadly at this point I do not at all think I have much of an option, the less suspicion to me the better, grey clothes it is from this day forward. Next all I have to do is repaint my bike and there shouldn't be any more problems for right now, but for now i'll just bring my bike inside. I brought the bike inside and then crashed on the bed. I don't feel much safer but it is a start. I laid there and and looked up at the ceiling for what felt like hour but every time I looked up at the clock it had only been fifteen minutes. The rooms ceiling had water stains all over it and what seemed to be a real sketchy blood stain. The headlights from cars kept creeping across the walls in the room, it was keeping me up and honestly I needed to sleep. I rolled over and pulled the cover over my head hoping that completely submerging my head in darkness would help me fall asleep.
Strangely during my restless nights sleep I managed to have a very seductive dream. I was laying on the couch at home, in my home that I missed so much. My Elijah, the one I used to be so in love with came home and gave me a deep deep massage and I loved every minute of it. The harder he pressed his hands into my back the more I moaned and the heavier my breathing became. I wanted to feel him inside of me again, I wanted him to be mine again. Then I woke up, the dream felt so real I couldn't help but cry. My life is a living hell and I have no idea as to why.
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Ambrosia' Nightmare
ParanormalAmbrosia and Elijah were the ideal newlywed couple, but Elijah had kept a dark secret from Ambrosia that would eventually tear them so far apart they would not have any choice but death.
