Her Dirty Little Secret [R 18+]

14 | Our Love Will Bloom

Crooked nose, sparkling green eyes with salt and pepper hair. He looked normal, safe, like someone you'd cross on the street. There was nothing special about his build, nothing particularly terrifying about him... in my mind, he seemed so much bigger, but now I realized he was just a little taller than my mother.

He wasn't what I had expected.

I exhaled shakily through my lips as I found his stare travelling eerily down my form. Something in those murky depths held a sick fascination; they looked like they wanted to break me apart into a thousand little pieces. 

"Looks like Johnny's going to have a good night," one of the men hooted.

Run.

Run.

Run.

The small girl in my head screamed, her voice cracking through my broken little head. My muscles felt like lead however and all I could do was watch him. My breaths seem to shorten in their distance, my lungs trying to fill with a panicky rapidness. "Alaric..." I whispered his name out.

Where was he? Frantically, I searched the room.

Four demons.

My mother.

And me.

My knees weakened and I stepped back just as the man, Johnny stood up. "Run, bunny... I love the chase," he winked.

I screamed.

The high-pitched tone was accompanied by the sound of a bullet.

My watery eyes snapped to where the noise had come from. Alaric stood in the opening of the hallway, he held a rifle in his hands, "Come here, Vaela." Alaric kept his eyes on the strangers.

"Wow man, take it easy," Johnny turned his foul gaze from me to the reaper currently itching to pull the trigger.

"Now, Vaela." Alaric hissed, cocking the gun.

His words seemed to kickstart my heart, the adrenaline raced back up my body and I moved absently across the room to him, my back pressed against the wooden walls as my eyes watched the scene.

Alaric wrapped his arm around my waist and tugged me behind his form the moment I was within reach, not once shifting his eyes from Johnny.

One of the other men tried to move, but Alaric cocked his head and then another bullet pierced the air. "Sit the fuck down," Alaric growled and somehow his words were heard through the cry of pain that left the man he'd just shot in the kneecap.

They stumbled back and dropped down beside my mother's limp body once more.

Her head lulled off to the side as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. I couldn't speak, the fear hindering my ability to speak clearly. How could I tell Alaric these were the bad men in my dreams?