Mr. X's Revenge: From The Grave

1- Days Work

It couldn't have been more perfect. The man I love, laying in bed next to me, doing the same thing I'm doing right now. Smiling. Considering all that we've been through, our personal hell has turned into paradise. After the wedding, I moved in with Sam, but only on one condition. Simple condition, really. We both were not allowed to move the boxes. At first, I found that merely impossible, then realized that Peter, Dakota, and Blain would be involved. Really a great turn-out.

Sam and I rested, for our wounds hadn't quite healed yet. I'm sure If your just joining us, your beyond confused, so I'll explain.

My name is Maryana Norbard (Mercies), and I am a Dreamer. A dreamer is able to see the future through dreams, so to speak. Sometimes dreams are false and can give the dreamer a bad time. Dreams can also be shared between dreamers. This is where my hell with Him began.

Him? Sam? All these questions. No, not Sam, but Mr. X.

George McAllister was my best friend, Angela's fiancé. He had kept the secret of being a murderer while he loved on my best friend. How could someone be able to love somebody, knowing they had blood on their hands? That is a question I've been asking myself since he died. Anyways. George hadn't always been a murderer, this he told to Angela. Anyways, George needed "bait" so to speak, and turns out he chose me because he had Angela to hold over my head. But when things turned south, Sam became my boyfriend, and we killed George... or I killed George.

X was a nightmare in itself, but he is no more so we can live in peace. My whole entire world was one giant puzzle, that was solved the moment Sam came into my life. Not even three or four days could stop us from being together. We got married a month after the accident. Call it rushed if you want, but you can't stop loving somebody when you would have killed yourself for the person you were objected to kill.

Regardless, we were happy.

I rolled over and gave Sam a kiss. Then slowly sat up, weary of my head. I knew if I sat up too fast, or stood for too long I could get really dizzy. Sam was right there behind me pulling on his boxers and scruffing up his hair.

"Hey, that's my job." I said sternly. He barley turned to me and flashed me an evil grin. He turned all the way around and started my way.

"Then it looks like you've been slackin." He replies. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and run my fingers through his hair.

"What is this a new experience?" I say softly. He shapes his face to say Kinda. "Well get used to it, buttercup." He clasps his lips to mine and embraces me deeply.

"Oh, I already am, sweetheart." He kisses me one more time, then stares into my brown eyes. I swiftly smacked his ass and laughed.

"Come on, lets get some breakfast cooked. Maybe you won't burn the eggs this time." I started laughing even harder.

"Ha ha! Maybe you shouldn't distract me from cooking the eggs."

"Oh yeah. Blame it on the girl. Scoff." He smiled and shorted out a laugh.

My cellphone rang, and as I went to answer it Sam shot me a stare of question.

"Hello?" I could hear breathing, but no reply. "Hello?"

"Hey, Marianna?"

"Yes, who is this?" I ask.

"Hey, it's me. Dad. Marcus." I snapped my mouth shut as my jaws lock tight.

"What do you want?" I asked with no care.

"I wanted to see you. My therapy sessions allow me to see what I've done wrong and to try to apologize to those I've hurt." I smirked.

"You know that I am incapable of accepting your apology."

"Please, Marianna. I only want to talk to you."

From the kitchen, Sam peeks around the corner and asks if Im okay. I nod to him. The whole time my dad still spoke.

"Look, Marcus, I'm kinda busy right now, so I'll see if I can find time to go see you. I just can't right now." I can hear him sniffle a little bit, swallow and then continue.

"Okay." He sounds upset. "I understand. You have your own life and I can't get in the way of that. I'm sorry I bothered you."

"No, Dad..!" The call then disconnected.

I realized I was being harsh, but the man didn't understand how difficult it was to let someone who hasn't done anything with you for all your life, back in. I know its was ridiculous, the reason he was gone but that's besides the point.

He hurt me not only physically but mentally.

I was very young when my dad became a delusional dreamer. A drunk.

Marcus Norbard was an elite member of the dreamer council. One of the highest in command. Norbard was known as a super power through the community and my dad was well respected.

Then there came this time that one of his tests came up inconclusive. Empty and dead wrong. He became confused and after so long delusional. He came home in fits of rage. Eventually it came to the point where he wouldn't come home at all. The police would end up escorting him to the house and instead of arresting him for Public Intoxication, they got used to bringing him home and just expected to see him wandering the streets.

My mother couldn't figure out what was so wrong that he wouldn't even say hello to her. Something was bothering her and it began the reign of arguments that caused my scars. Regardless of how long it took for the dreamer council to bakeract my dad, I have refused contact with him until now.

And I'm seriously considering it. Going and seeing the man who played no role in my entire life and the man who ruined my personal ego. Not that I present myself as an entitled person because I am far from being entitled.. Maybe to some pain killers, which speaking of the matter I am in serious need of.

"Sam, would you help me for a second?" I hated to ask but my head was throbbing and I was starting to get light-headed.

"What's up baby-girl?" he replies.

"Could you grab my medicine please?" I already had a glass of water on the table from the night before, so that wasn't an issue. Sam nodded, gently, staring deeply into my eyes.