Bound, Fated and Forbidden

Nightmares

 Nightmares

Dead, lifeless eyes, high-pitched screams and a soft lullaby in the background keep replaying behind my closed eyes. I became distant from both of the boys and didn't speak to any of the servants or the new hand-maid that had been appointed to me. 3 months... and I can still see the memories clear as day.

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The funeral was huge. Every servant that lived in the Salcretion mansion was there, along with the boys and I. She was buried in the private cemetery surrounded by cherry blossoms. Her grave was covered with different flowers and her gravestone read ‘Helena Boundary, beloved mother, treasured servant of the Salcretion family.’

That was the day I broke down. I finally had a mother figure and now she was gone, because of me.

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Ever since that day I have been training myself until I bled, taking out my frustrations on the wooden dummies or target boards. I took to running the perimeter of the garden each morning, which was 30k. It gave a good release. Jonah has tried to talk to me but I just brush it off. Lucas hasn't spoken to me, but on the nights that the nightmares drive me to scream, my mind becomes cloudy and I slip into a coma-like state.

It feels just like when Lucas spoke to me in my mind. It's been 3 months since that night in Lucas's arms; falling asleep and waking up peacefully rested.

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I woke with my hair matted to my forehead and neck, strong arms wrapped around my waist and heavy breathing over my shoulder. My hearing was still slightly buzzy as his voice came into focus. "Shh, Tahleyah. I'm here." Lucas's soothing voice brought me from my terrified state, his hand caressing my cheek. I was sitting with my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, hiding my face in his bare chest. The coolness of his skin contrasting my burning temperature. "We'll figure this out," he said

We still haven't figured out what happened. I told them all I could remember. Me slipping off into a dream state while she was singing then coming back to reality when I heard the scream.

“What the hell?!” Both Lucas and I were startled by the sudden voice. Jonah stood in my doorway, shirtless and fuming. His eyes were burning and i felt myself being ripped away from Lucas and being thrown on the bed, Jonah standing in front of Lucas. They were both staring stonily at each other with their fists clenched at their sides.

“Jonah, what are you doing?” Lucas asked, shooting a glance at me to make sure I was okay. I nodded at him and he looked back to Jonah.

“What are you doing in her room?” Jonah shouted, gesturing to my half naked body and Lucas’.

“We didn’t do anything, i’m comforting her. It’s my place, I turned her!”

“You haven’t been nice to her since the first day she opened her eyes!”

“That doesn’t mean anything now,” Lucas spat “she forgave the night we first kissed!” Jonah fell silent. His body going rigid. He was clenching his fists so tight his knuckles were turning white.

“You....Kissed?” Jonah said slowly, turning to look at me. My heart sunk, his eyes were filled with pain and rage. Slowly I nodded and he whipped around to face Lucas again. There was not much difference between the two boys. They were both roughly the same height and well built, Lucas just looked more chiseled whereas Jonah looked like a teen male model. Suddenly the sound of glass smashing sounded and I saw Lucas flying out of my window backwards. Jonah had kicked him in the chest, hard enough to send him flying.

“Lucas!” I screamed, wide-eyed. Jonah jumped out of the window following Lucas. I ran to the window and looked down to see the two boys circling each other. Quickly I grabbed my black tights and blue sweater and ran downstairs.