The Unwanted Wedding

Chapter 12-- Thoughtless Slumber

"There are times in life where the people you think you know can hurt us deeply. Even when they can't truly recognise that fact. They can spend weeks or months with you at a time then decide to leave. It is what they leave behind that holds the value of revenge and payback to those to scrap our soul...."

- Book of Encounters

Reyna 

I entered the room; it was heavy into the night. I was weary to the bone, and drenched in stiff mortification. I've never been so humiliated or so injured, body and soul. My body ached, and my heart panged with sorrow.

I tried to move quietly around the room, not wanting to wake the restlessly sleeping Vincent. He wore his shirt to bed, I didn't know if it was on purpose or he had forgotten to remove it. He looked fevered; I gently walked up to the bed and pulled some of the blackest on his side back. I placed a hand on his forehead; it was clammy and hot. He trembled under my gentle touch, mumbling something under his breath, and then turned away from me.

I sighed; even in his sleep he rejects me. Today was a good example of that, telling me I was beautiful, then not bothering to show truth to those words. I might be 'beautiful', but I was no Cierra, nor Karyme. But for today, even for a moment, I felt a spark. For a moment I looked into his eyes and felt more...just more. Yet, that moment had passed, Cris made that clear. Cris was the only thing I should want, and as he said I get what I deserve, and what I deserve is what I'll get.

As I stripped off my clothes, I couldn't help to stare at my bruised flesh. "You fell down" that's what he said to say if anyone asked questions. My parents never spanked me; I was shocked that the man I loved would do so. This time when we made love, it hurt even more. I was staring to wonder if it's always going to be that painful.

I finally slipped on my short sleeved, black cotton nightgown. It was a very soft and smooth material. I ran a hand though my hair, ruffling it as I slipped it out. I strolled slowly towards the bed, I felt nervous; it had been a while since Vincent shared the bed. I glanced at him as I slipped under the covers, he was fast asleep.

Although Vincent looked like he'd been taken out of an oven, I was rather cold. I tried to only shed the blankets on his side, but he simply kicked off anything that built his boiled temperature. I watched slightly amused as he restlessly rustled around, but all amusement vanished when he gripped onto me. Falling into a smooth sleep cradled against me. Was he seeking a companion? Did he think the body he clutched was Cierra's?

I was thankful for his warmth, I was very cold. I pushed him onto his back; he still grasped my arm and waist, not wanting to release me. I spooned myself to his side. Resting my head in the bare space between his neck and shoulder. My hand rested across his heated chest, his heart bleated in a rapid rhythm within him.

Once more he began murmuring and whispering softly. Could he be plagued by night terrors? I woke him up from one once, could he be receiving them regularly?

I shoved him slightly, my body begun weakening with drowsiness and exhaustion. I took deep, drained breaths, and struggled to keep my eyes open. I released a irritated moan, as Vincent continued to move once more. Preventing and depriving me from sleep. I nudged him once more.

"Vin!" I whined tiredly, "Stop! Go to sleep...or, rather, into a peaceful slumber." I felt close to tears, I was that tired. "Uhh! Wake Up!"

He stirred but refused to wake. Snuggling closer, tighter, against me. Vincent brought his trembling, sweaty body to mine. His face, a fingers width to mine, I stroked his chopped hair back from it's place of covering his forehead.

My head fell to his chest, his heart beated in a zany manner. I had a feeling that Vin mightn't yield to his dream, he was not zealous about it, it seemed. I wasn't a yoked person; I'm a intelligent, high-class lady. I knew a nightmare when I saw one. I was at my zenith, I needed sleep.