Hell Of A Marriage {18+}

Chapter thirty four - Early Chrisrmas present

“There she is!” Announces Patrick happily. I force myself to put on a smile, walking down to where he and Keenan are having a discussion. “I knew this day would surely come.” He tells Keenan with confidence.

“Are we supposed to believe that, Dad?” Keenan asks, with a raised brow, clearly not believing in what his father just said.

The old man shrugs indifferently. “From the first day I saw the two of you together, I knew you were meant to be.” He points out in a convinced tone of voice, “although that was four years ago and you were still much in love with Taylor, I knew there was something about Vary that made her the ideal woman for you.”

Keenan drinks a little from his glass of wine. “And you never told me any of that.” Keenan pointed out to him.

“I knew it wouldn’t be clear, so I let fate lead both of you to your destiny.” The man just responds, still much convinced by what he’s saying, “you certainly don’t believe it was a coincidence that she was the only one that took you home six months ago. I think what you two have now has been built on months of care and genuine affection.”

Keenan chuckles mildly, “I think we owe forty per cent of our happiness to you then.” Keenan says as a joke.

Not getting the joke, Patrick continues, “I’m just glad to see you two happy.” He taps Keenan’s shoulder softly and does the same to mine before leaving us.

Keenan's large hand wraps around my waist and slowly cradles me to himself. “What’s wrong?” He asks with a concerned tone of voice.

“Huh?” I ask absentmindedly as I look up at him. He is wearing a curious and grandly concerned look as he looks at me as well.

His hand comes up to stroke my face, “You were silent the whole while Dad and I talked.” He points out carefully.

“I’m a little tired.” I lied and look away from him.

I’m not exhausted, but I am disrupted by the stranger’s vision, and that seems to have dominated and weakened my whole being ever since then.

How did he even know me? Was he just lying to scare me and if so, why would he do such a thing?

He sighs and takes my hand, “I think it’s more than that,” and when I keep quiet he probs further, “tell me, I might help.”

I guess he’s right, I may not know who the stranger is, but Keenan being exposed, might. “Do you know or have you heard of anyone that sees?”

His brows furrow as he repeats my question. “Sees what?”

I nod and add, “The future.”

His wry frown decreases, “Yeah, his name is Mycole.” he tenses up again, this time his brow drawing in and my panic increases. He moves closer as if seeing danger and trying to shield me from it. “Wait, did you see him? Did he talk to you?”

I nod slowly, but not ready to talk about what he told me. If Keenan knows him, then he is no longer a stranger. “I need to go inside, please,” I respond instead, giving him tired eyes.

“Okay,” and with no further word, Keenan leads me upstairs, away from the guest and into our room. He opens the door and I step inside while he leads me gently to the bed. Once at the foot of the bed, I settle into it, silent and cold.

The room is in awful silence, and I take a few deep breaths, trying to regain myself.

“What did he say?” Keenan finally asks out, breaking the silence that has elected itself lord of the room in the last few minutes.