Dying is Not an Option

Chapter 5, Nightmares

Chapter 5, Nightmares

I had reluctantly fallen asleep and found myself in the same nightmare, that I'd been having for the past few days

Suddenly, severe pain erupted in my arm and I jerked in pain. Staring down, I saw that the hand(?), holding me had big claws. They were digging into my wrist, and blood was dripping, from my wrist. I couldn't imagine, what was holding me. I tried to look at what it was, but in my dream, all I saw was black, what was doing this to me? I had no idea. I was becoming more, and more, terrified to sleep, and was becoming even clumsier then before. It was making Tamera and Rafe, very angry.

I jerked awake, to the faint sounds of shouting, and was shocked to see blood, running down my arm, from large deep scratches, in my wrist. I had thought that my life had become a nightmare, but my nightmares, were even worse. What was happening to me?

I lurched to my feet, went over to pile of rags in the corner, and found a clean one and wrapped my wrist. Turning, I was beginning, to get dressed, in my cleanest rags, when the door slammed open, hitting me in the back, and knocking me, across the room. I looked up and saw Tamera glaring at me, "Why aren't you dressed?" she said, "You need to get in here, and cook breakfast"! She grabbed me by the wrist, and flung me out of the room. When I screamed in pain, she yelled, "What the fuck, shut your mouth, you stupid bitch, you'll wake up, my guests."

I stammered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" but she just slapped me so hard, that I flew across the kitchen, hitting the cabinet, on the other side, and falling to the floor.

She stalked towards me, and with a menacing look, told me to make breakfast for 8. I want fresh strawberries, cantaloupe, yogurt, bacon, sausage, eggs, biscuits, and gravy, grits, toast and cinnamon rolls within an hour.

I stammered "I'll try, but that's a lot of food to do in that short, of a time". She just glared at me and said, "You'd better have it done right, and on time, or you will regret it."

I started gathering things, to start cooking, and grateful to see that, someone had brought in food, and everything, she wanted was there. I thanked the stars, (Daddy's saying) that we had a "gourmet kitchen", with 3 ovens' and large stove. Since I was very used to working by myself, I was on automatic. Mom and I made homemade biscuits, cinnamon rolls, gravy and grits all the time, and so I didn't even need a cookbook.

The cinnamon rolls, would have been better, if I had been able to make them, using yeast, but, due to the short time, Tamera gave me to, have everything done, I cheated, and made biscuit cinnamon rolls. I made up 2 batches of biscuit dough up, but, one of them, I added cinnamon, ground nutmeg, brown sugar, and a light powdered sugar glaze.

As I cooked, my mind went to earlier, happier times and all the time that we spent, as a family, cooking our meals. Dad would chop and slice, (I was still little) so I would carry, and Mom would really do the cooking. While we were cooking, Mom would sometimes get a very sad look on her face, and leave the kitchen, for a minute. Dad would follow her, and they would come back with their arms, around each other and Moms eyes, would be a little red.

I followed them, several times, and once, I heard Dad say, "You don't know, for sure, that Chester died, all you remember is that he was severely injured, and someone said he died. But remember, that they told you a lot of lies, at that foster home, and this could just be another one. You've always told me, to look on the bright side of everything, this is one time, that you should follow your own advice."

Mom never said anything else, that I remember, but I wondered who Chester was, and who was the horrible foster family, that lied to her.

I was able to get everything done in just over an hour. Turning around I was surprised, when Tamera was pleased, and told me I wasn't needed, and to go to my room. As I turned to leave, she told me, "Lisette, You MUST be very quiet."

I couldn't believe it, she called me "Lisette", she never calls me anything except "Elizabeth".

Authors Note: I apologize for the long time in between Chapters, but I've been trying to edit the previous chapters. I promise Chapter 6 by the end of the month.