Kidnapped By Chresanto August Father

Chapter 10

- Chres -

                                                                           ~ nightmare ~

                             I was chasing someone. It was Jasmine,she was crying...and screaming.

        I had something in my hand .. It was a knife ? Why was I chasing her with a knife ? Jasmine fell and landed hard on her face. I approached her, and she tried to stay as far away from me as possible.

"jasmine .. what's wrong ?"

When I said it, it sounded full of venom and evil.

"PLEASE DON'T HURT ME CHRES PLEASE !"

What was she talking about ? I couldn't hurt her...could I ? A dark shadow was casted over me.

"Go ahead and finish her off Chres." The voice sounded so familiar, but I couldn't tell who it was exactly.

I lifted my hand that contained the knife, and Jasmine turned pale, and her pupils became dilated. The shadow started laughing evilly, but stopped when I hesitated.

"Do it now boy !!" I lowered the knife, and hung my head low.

"I can't ..."

"Why the hell not ?"

"..... i'm .. i'm in love with her."

"TOO BAD ! .... you know what I'll do it !"

He took the knife away from me and slit he neck. She was dying slowly. She started choking on her own blood.

The shadow started laughing at her misery, and I couldn't held but laugh along with it. I looked down at her.

"You were right ..... I am just like my father !"

I woke up.

I woke up with Jasmine in my arms. I looked her body over and she didn't have any gashes in her neck. The dream felt so real. I couldn't even imagine killing someone ... especially someone as fragile as Jasmine. She couldn't harm a fly, and that turned me on.

I couldn't even fight my feelings toward her anymore. My dream made my decision. I was in love with Jasmine and I wasn't afraid to say it. So what if I met her yesterday. It seemed as if I known her forever !

I was about to get up when I realized something. I had said in my dream that I was just like my father. Was he the reason why Jasmine was in the basement all the years ? All of the pieces started to come together. The more that I figured out the more furious I got.

When I was around the age of four, and five my dad started doing 'projects' in the basement. He would come back upstairs frustrated most of the time. Other times he would come up smirking, while fastening his .... pants ! Soon he started being more aggressive with my mother. He never hit her, he just yelled, and called her out of her name.

Was he raping Jasmine ? Was he the reason that she had bruises of different colors on her body ?

I answer was yes ! But was he the actual one to blame ? If Jasmine never came here, she wouldn't have gotten raped, she wouldn't have gotten hit .... AND MY FAMILY WOULDN'T BE FALLING APART ! I looked over at her to see her sleeping peacefully. Seeing her at peace made me sick to my stomach. She started to stir in her sleep. She was waking up ! I couldn't stand her at this point and I wanted her gone .... completely.