A Secret Vow

11 The Devils Blood

A sea of devils blood is streaming through my body this very instant. I can feel it's poison run through my veins, making my muscles contract to the point of insanity. As innocent oxygen enters my hell, it's filtered form contains the devils residue, making my throat reject moisture. Poking at me, making me tremble. Causing my insides to cry for help, making me sweat. Grabbing my pupils and stretching them out - forcing me to see what I have done.

I said it. He heard it.

He wasn't suppose to hear those words.

Those sinful words that slipped off my filthy tongue.

The words that were unseen but now revealed through my pupils. The words that were untouched but now held by my tongue. The words that were in my brain but now have been exposed by my heart. The words that were locked away from Clive and now are scattered on the garden floor. Unable to pick them up.

Clive's knees are still touching the grass. Staring at me silently.

Calm. Unsurprised.

Why? Why doesn't he look surprised? Why isn't he asking questions? Why? Why isn't he happy? Why isn't he saying anything?

He stands up and starts to walk over to me.

Glaring at me.

I'm trembling. I can't breathe. I feel as if the devil himself has wrapped his hands around my neck, chocking me, yelling FOOL.

My brain has completely shut down. I feel trapped.

I start to back away horrified.

What have I done. This is Edmunds brother. His blood. He's going to tell him. He's going to tell my family. What have I done. WHAT HAVE I DONE.

He's coming closer, he's serious. I can't fucking tell what he's going to do. I can't look away from his locked eyes. He's reaching out to grab my arm. I've lost control of my hands.

He grabs my left hand.

I stand there like I've just been shot.

He unlocked my eyes by looking down at my hand. I see his curled hair fall downward.

My hand?

I feel him tracing my scab.

"I see it's healed nicely" he points out.

My thoughts deflated like a balloon.

I stand their completely shocked. Staring at him. Still trembling. Too confused to say anything back.

I hear him chuckle.

"WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE SO FUNNY?" I burst.

"I heard you yell from the corner of the mansion" he said, trying to hold in a huge laugh.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS? CLIVE HOW COULD YOU?" I yelled embarrassed.

He kept on giggling and I started to smile. Feeling somewhat revealed by the outcome.

But his chuckle slowly went away and he slipped all five fingers into mine.

My smile has disappeared.

The air felt different.

I can hear my father yelling for me.

I look at Clive.