Be mine Valentine - Horror

Story Time-Valentine

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Greg’s POV:

Waaaaah!

“Honey the baby’s crying again.” I said snuggling deep under my covers. There was a grunt beside him.

“I did it last night.” She mumbled. 

“Fine I’ll get her.” I mumbled as I rolled out of our warm bed and into the cold. I moved to one of the corners in the room to a cot. The little girls wet eyes looked up at me and she screamed while reaching her tiny hands out at me. 

“Oh, honey.” I said soothingly picking her up and cradling her in my arms. I shushed her back to sleep before putting her back. It’s tiring taking care of a baby but to hold her is the most amazing feeling in the world and I tear up, she is the most wonderful thing that has happened to me and I would do anything for her. I shall spoil her on her Birthday and take her to the Zoo. Do all the things a good father should do. I start to sing.

“It’s just the beginning for you and me, you and me, be mine, be mine Valentine...” I hear a loud groan from the bed. I continued.

“I’ll keep holding on to what we have and never loose patience. Together forever we will be, I grow with you and learn with you till death do us part” It was the song that was played at Vic’s and my wedding. It has taken four years for me to get re-married after what happened. We had been married for two years and she is already pregnant with our second child. It’s going to be another girl and we plan to name her summer, that’s when Vic and I got married, Valentine was when I proposed to my ex-wife who had passed away from child birth and that is what I named the child, I looked down at her sleepy face and kissed her forehead. I walked back over to the bed but before I got in I stared at the women on the other side. I thought about where I saw myself in five more years. I love this women so much and I hope to die old with her by my side. Satisfied with my answer I got in and fell asleep thinking about our new family.

Victoria’s POV:

The alarm ringed loudly in my ears and I hit the snooze button. There was movement beside me as someone got out of the bed. Why did Greg have to go to work so early? I wish he would just stay home. I tried to fall back asleep when the baby started crying, the front door opened and shut saying that Greg had left for work. Maybe she will stop crying if I wait. I was wrong. I yawned and got up holding my back with one hand and my belly with the other. I screeched in pain as I got up. 

“Aaaaah!” I hate this feeling! Why does it have to hurt so much being pregnant? I also don’t understand why this thing is still sleeping in our room, she’s three years old why can’t she sleep in her own room? I don’t like being waken in the middle of the night. I may not be her Birth mother but I am her mother and I think I should have a say in where she should sleep. She continued to cry and I couldn’t take it anymore. I walked slowly over to the cot and Picked her up. She had dribble all down her chin and snot coming out of her nose. When I picked her up she cried harder and I got angrier. 

“What did I say?” I yelled at her.

“You little Brat! When will you learn?” I yelled as I turned her on her stomach and slapped her hard on her bottom. She stopped and tried to hold in her tears hoping I would stop, but I didn’t, she needed to know that it wasn’t right to cry for no God damn reason all the time, she needs to learn that she has to grow the Hell up. She whispered something but I didn’t hear.

“What did you say girl? Speak up!” She snuffled.

“Please, stop... P-p-please.” She said louder. She knows what I am capable of. I had gone out of control one time forcing her to lie to her father. How did I get her to lie? Well, Lets just say I told her that if she didn’t she would end up with another black eye. You may think that I am cruel but I am simply teaching her the ways of life. If you don’t do what you are told you get punished and that’s exactly what I’m doing. I looked at the clock on my bedside table. 5:00am.

I can’t take this I need sleep. I dropped the girl onto the floor and sat down on the bed, once I caught my breathe I glared at her tiny innocent face. Her green eyes turned grey as if she had lost hope. 

“I’m s-s-sorry, I won’t be able to stop. I c-c-can’t control t-them.” She said calmly and then shut her eyes.

Valentine’s POV:

I closed my watery eyes waiting for her to make a move. She didn’t. I opened my eyes and she was lying on her bed screaming in pain. I freaked out. I got up slowly brushing off my dress.

“Valentine! Valentine! The phone get me the phone!” She called to me. I stood there staring at the women who is holding my baby sister and her face was full of fear I was frozen and couldn’t move. She kept yelling at me but everything became dizzy. I nearly fell over but tried so hard not to. I heard a beeping noise and saw a black line go across my vision, it started moving up and down like a heart beat. A soft voice whispered in my ear.

“Valentine, Valentine, be mine Valentine.” It was a woman’s voice, my mothers voice. All of a sudden she screamed and was taken away from me, no don’t go, don’t leave me alone. When she was gone there was another voice, but it was deeper, a man’s voice. He was laughing at me, because I was crying for my mummy. He said something but I couldn’t quite hear him he was getting further and further away. I followed the voice into the hall, up the stairs and into my play room. In front of me was my kiddie table with crayons and paints spread out. There was a white piece of paper and I walked over to it. The voice was coming from the paper. I grabbed a black marker and started drawing frantically like I was possessed. I finished in ten minutes and stared down at my art work. I put the black pen down and picked up the red. Slowly I coloured in the white spaces in his eyes. I dropped the pen and fell backwards. My hands felt wet. My white nightie wasn’t white anymore it was red. The room was ankle deep with blood and I cupped my hands. I looked at my them as blood dripped. I pulled my hands towards my mouth and took a sip. It tasted metallic, and I tried to spit it out but couldn’t I had to swallow. I was being forced to drink it. I licked my lips and stood up. I tried to brush off the blood but knowing that it wouldn’t I still did. I picked up the piece of paper which now had blood stains on it. I felt something hot against my neck. Smoke filled my nostrils, I turned around to find my bed set on fire, there was a cry from my parents room.

“It’s coming! It’s coming! Get the doctor!” Victoria screamed not noticing the fire traveling towards her.