The Lump In My Throat

The Lump In My Throat

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My young small and fragile body lay only a few feet from hers. Watching in agony as he screamed at her, calling her cruel names I didn't understand. Her body shook as she cried and I called out to my mother. Her head turned to me as she told me everything would be ok. I screamed and cried or him to stop which only caused him to scream cruel words at me. Suddenly my mothers voice raised and she told him he would be dammed to hell. His attention went back to her and he beat her viciously. She turned to me with a small smile and tears in her eyes as she mouthed an 'I love you' to me. He lifted his foot and in one swift kick to her head she stopped moving. She looked as if she had went to sleep. Blood pooled around her head coating the floor. I cried for he to wake up as my body wracked with sobs. He turned to me, nostrils flaring in anger. His face came only inches from mine "you will not say one word. EVER." He yelled. I nodded franticly as my body shook silent tears staining my cheeks. And I obeyed him.
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I ran as fast as I could. " you can't run away from me forever sweetheart, you are mine." He said, " what do you want from me?" I screamed at the top of my voice. I was frightened. "Isn't it obvious by now?" He asked but it was more of a statement. Suddenly, he was in front of me making me stop abruptly. He placed his hand on my face, and his fingers pierced into my skin, drawing out blood, I winced in pain. He brought his face close to mine. "You, I want you, Deva," Following that, he disappeared into thin air. My eyes flew open. My breathing was faster than usual. I had been dreaming. "It's him... Again" I whispered. "He's the one turning my dreams into nightmares." He's been doing this since the day I turned 15. I'm Deva Devona, a 20-year-old princess and the only daughter of Queen Devina. I grew up without the love of a mother. My Mother, Queen Devina, is a very powerful witch whose only worry is her kingdom. She's very powerful so she's feared by many including werewolves, vampires, and demons. Demons... Excluding the man who has been tormenting me in my dreams, even my mother fears him which means whoever he is, he's a mighty being. Little things I could gather of him told me he was indeed a very powerful person. The most powerful person in the world.

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