Chapter Nine: Upon a Dream
"What you want with me? I barely know you!"
I scream at him, Already frustrated that I can't see his face.
But I don't need to, cause it's pretty easy identify how this man isn't a murderer, he just got some... Psychotic Problems, that's all.
"You know you really don't want to kill me! So why not obey to yourself?" I try making him relax, before he does anything stupid like, I don't know, stab me?
"You don't know anything about me! And you can't tell me to who obey and who not!"
He shouted as he starts approaching with the sword in his hand shaking rapidly.
Oh please! What's going on with him! He sounds like a five year old boy trying to argue with his parents because of some toy he wants but he won't get.
Well, of course, I'm certain a five year old boy wouldn't have a sword on his hands just to get what he wants, that's for sure.
Relax Beth relax, you know how to handle this situations, your mother did a lot of times.
I starting approaching with an sincerely smile.
"why don't you help me understand, if you're going to kill me as your saying at least I want to know the reason of my death, so please! Enlighten me with your story"
I tried to be the more relax I could, handle the situation wisely, but this guy was just starting to piss me off.
He look intensely at my eyes and remark.
"You're just like your mother, your hair, your lips, your nose, but your eyes, there not your mothers!
Those greenish blue eyes of yours, always sparkling and outstanding, those that with just one look that someone in fear or in need, help them feel better and safer, Those eyes; that I hate myself from loving are your fathers; The Beast." I flinch as I remember how my father used to be called as because of his bad reputation.
I seemed to have zone out, because what I heard next surprised me.
"But I couldn't have Margaret by myself, so I'll not let The Beast have two precious things!"
Okay, now I'm seriously starting to freak out, he's talking as if he's somewhat in love with me.
"You really want to do this? Kill me?" I try asking with confidence, not backing my head down, however, my stomach is seriously giving me a hard time, getting me all nauseous and nervous when I shouldn't.
He, still looking straight at my eyes with passion and intense, finally answer.
"No! I don't want to kill you Beth! My...My...My son loves you! And I wouldn't like taking my son's love like your father did to me."
Yep, he's seriously a psychopath.
He thinks my father took away Margaret's love from him ?
I couldn't help that my blood starts boiling with rage. Who does he think he is and what gives him the right to think that my father took away his love!
My mother madly fall in love with my father on her own, and the man in front of me cares to say the contrary?
Claiming he and my mum were the ones deeply in love, Ha! Don't make me laugh.
He didn't even owned that love! I don't know what's on with him but he's clearly delusional.
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