Chương 12: Part XII
Dylan's light brown hair suddenly turns darker, growing quickly all over his body. his arms, legs, torso and face. just like Jake. a younger version of Jake. I never knew I married a beast. they both fight and clash against each other. soon enough, Jake's on top, scratching and tearing at Dylan who seems to be in so much agony. I can't watch this go on any longer.
"Stop!!!", I shout at the top of my lungs but they don't hear me, or they choose to ignore me. hot tears running down my eyes, my heart tearing apart hearing my husband shout in pain. that's if I can still call him that.
So much has been kept hidden, so many lies have been told. I can't believe I've been oblivious to everything all this while. whatever happens, I have to get out of here.
Dylan? He'd find a way out.
Hurriedly, I run out of the room praying they didn't notice me over their fighting and grappling.
Running as fast as my shaky legs would take me, I go whichever direction my brain tells me which is downstairs. maybe I can escape into the the city through the woods.
I can't believe I left Dylan there. I shouldn't have. I should have probably shot Jake or something. but I was scared, I might miss and shoot Dylan instead.
Dylan, he might have come at me, beat me and wound me the way he did earlier. I can't tell. I don't know what's going to happen next. I never really believed in things like this, and never did I think it'd come this close to me. Or I'd get married to a beast.
Hope flooding back to me the moment I see the front door, my speed increases and I'm infront of the door in a millisecond with my hand fiercely turning the door handle to no avail.
"No no no no no no", I say to myself frustratedly trying to open the locked door.
This can't be happening, not right now. I try harder but freeze in my spot as a shiver runs down my spine at the sound of someone chuckling loudly.
"You think you could get away that easily?" the all too familiar voice of Jake quickens my heartbeats and I sweat profusely. I turn around quickly, holding the gun firm in my hand and aiming it at him as he stands casually on the stair case in his normal form, no longer a beast.
His strong and well sculptured body resting on the wall, folding his arms making his already huge biceps even more prominent.
How could he possibly look this calm in a moment like this?.
I can still make it, all I have to do is summon up courage and shoot him.
"Oh right", he says walking towards me. his 6'3 height intimidating me in my average 5'8.
"I forgot about the shooting skills you were going to show me".
"Don't tempt me Jake."
My shaky voice making me look like a wounded rat, even more so as I move backwards, the door a dead end.
"Oh but I will".
Shoot me quickly and go save your sweetheart upstairs"
Oh no. Dylan!
"What did you do to him?!" I yell, my eyes red with anger and fear.
"Ah, nothing serious. But he can't come save you," he smirks, "even if he tried."
He moves another step closer, taking a fierce stance, baring his fangs and long claws. he raises his hand to strike me and I pull the trigger without even thinking about it. the overly loud sound making me scream, causing my eyes to close shut, my whole body trembling and shaking with fear.
The place becomes quiet, did he die already? did I just kill someone? I open my eyes slowly and look around, not finding Jake anywhere.
My eyes widen, my heart keeps it's fast pace and goosebumps crawl all over me as I search for him with my eyes.
Did he disappear into thin air? Is he dead or not?.
Not being able to find him, I take a cautious step forward, hopefully I can save Dylan. another fearful step and still no sign of him. he's probably dead.
I start to run upstairs but I barely two steps when my legs freeze again, but this time, it's not my doing. I try but I can't move it. I became totally numb.
My heart starts to palpitate and I look around trying to hold the gun firmly in my hand but it only drops to the ground. I didn't drop it.
What is happening to me. I can't control my own body.
Suddenly, I hear clapping behind me but I can't turn my body around. I can't move. then, a whiff of air passes by me and Jake appears in front of me with a sly smirk on his face almost immediately.
"I applaud your courage young lady". he looks almost perfect without a scratch but the small burnt black hole in his tight shirt gives away the fact that my bullet touched him.
But there's no wound, no blood. Just a hole in his shirt. seems like I underrated his powers.
"Why Jake", my voice breaks, not being able to keep my emotions in check any longer, "why are you doing all this?"
"Love", he says smiling, proud of his answer.
This man must be insane.
"Love? You want to kill me because you love me?.
"Hmm? You?", He asks mockingly, "don't get me wrong sweetie. I don't love you. It's my son I love and I'm doing all this for him"
"You're crazy Jake"
"Now watch your tongue little one", he says. and I laugh with tears running down my eyes. A dry, angry, frustrated laugh.
"Watch my tongue? Oh, so you wouldn't kill me? Please be my guest.
You know what, shoot me right in the head, right now you fucking ass hole!!!"
"Crystal! I'm trying to not lose my patience here" he growls lowly and naturally I'd be scared but right now, I'm just exhausted and numb. I've encountered too much fear these past days that I've gotten used to it.
"Just like you lost your sanity? Or you think killing the one your son loves is love?.
If that's what love is then I'd rather kill myself than love a single soul you reeking beast!!"
Immediately, he points at me with his index finger and I start to choke. Its like an invisible hand is wrapped tightly around my neck, getting tighter by the second.
Blocking my airways and sucking the life out of me as me eyes start to tear up, redden and bulge. I try to move my body but I can't. I just stand frozen in pure torture.
Few seconds or minutes pass and just as I feel my soul taking a step out of my body, I'm released from the hold on my neck and from the freezing spot, falling heavily and painfully to the ground.
Holding my neck and coughing vigorously, little amount of blood escaping from my lips and my throat feeling hot and wounded.
My body weak and tired.
"I won't kill you Crystal. Not yet. That'd be boring, don't you think?" He smiles evilly, cocking his head to side with a scary, mischievous look in his eyes causing me to quiver in unwanted but unavoidable fear.
Dragging me by my right wrist, the wounds from Dylan's previous assault renews, blood oozing out causing pain to shoot through my arm. I shout and struggle to free myself but it only causes me more pain.
My body hits the hard edge of the steps and I cry out begging him to stop but all my pleas fall on deaf ears as he drags me all the way to his room, only letting me go once we're inside. I try to get up and run away but my body freezes again, and he chuckles, turning away from me and facing his bathroom door.
This room looks just like ours, slightly bigger but the same pattern and design.
"What do you want to do with me?", I ask with so much hate and anger in my voice but he only chuckles.
"You'll see" he says and then puts his right palm on the bathroom door, saying some incoherent words.
I try to listen but it's too low a whisper for me to hear.
My heart starts to race as I look at him in confusion, not knowing what he's doing, what he's about to do nor can I do anything even if I tried. Few seconds later and the door clicks, my eyes shoot up and see the door start to open slowly by itself. he steps back and the door opens widely, revealing a steep dark room with no single form of light emanating a grotesque stench and horrid aura.
"Come child", he says and my body, as if possessed, moves on it's own accord. I start to panic and struggle with myself to move but it's all in my head.
My body moves helplessly into the dark room, goosebumps coming up on all over my body the moment my leg steps in. my eyes widen in reflex to the darkness but I still can't see a thing or hear a thing, not even Jake.
The door slams shut causing me to jump out of my skin and yelping in complete terror, realising I have control of my body now. the stench in this room, filling up my nose making me feel nauseous and irritated. I gurgle as whatever food in me tries to come out but goes back down immediately, as if running for it's dear life. Immediately, a bright red light comes on, and I flinch. I scan my area the moment my eyes adjust to the light and suddenly realise I'm doomed.
There's a wooden black chair sitting in the middle of the somewhat smaller room compared to the others, dried splatters of blood decorate the walls, no form of window or ventilation and there are strange looking stones scattered across the ground. with shaky legs, I bend down and pick one of them, assessing it closely. It's hard and smooth, tiny and somewhat brown. It has a sharp edge, and the bottom is a bit rough, not as smooth as the other part of it.
What kind of stone is this and what does it mean?.
"That's not a stone sweetheart", Jake says walking from behind me and stopping right in front of me, causing me to jump in fright.
I look at him confused and angry, arching my brows for him to continue.
"It's a tooth" I drop it immediately as if it burned my hand the moment I hear those words.
A tooth? All these things scattered across the room are teeth?.
Holy cow. I think I might just have to throw up or I'd pass out.
"Yeah sweetie," he smirks again looking like he's really enjoying himself, "and yours is about to be among them"
"No", I whisper in fear and shake my head violently, tears falling freely from my tired eyes. I back away fearfully, only to be stopped by the door which erupts a sudden strange high pitched laughter from him. It gets louder and I cover my almost bleeding ears with my hands, falling to the ground and burying my face in my knee as I cry profusely.
My heart broken and hurt.
The worst form of betrayal comes from the people you never expect it from.
My family. My own husband and his parents, stabbing me in the back, literally. lying to me. deceiving me. Making me look like the biggest fool ever. but I actually am. I should have tried to know more about him before venturing into marriage. but he was in a hurry, I never knew why until now. he wanted to get married before his birthday. so he and his barbaric family can have a tasty meal of my intestines and flesh then a satisfying drink of my well nourished blood to wash it all down!.
"Now," he finally stops laughing, "get up and go sit in your chair" he says and by 'your chair', I know he's talking about the one in the middle of the room but I move not an inch.
"Do you want me to make you?" he says threateningly but I stay frozen to a spot.
"Ah", he sighs, "this is going to be fun." with that, I feel my body losing control, getting up and going high, suspended in the air, just like how I saw Dylan.
My eyes widen and I shout, flailing my arms and legs in the air, trying to get down or even go sit in the goddamn chair. he only points his index finger at me with a sinister smile plastered to his face, looking at me with happiness in his eyes.
This man is worst than the devil himself. I hate myself for ever loving him as a father, or as anything at all. he adds his middle finger to his index and immediately, all the bones in my body starts cracking and breaking. From my fingers to my toes to my legs, arms, back, neck, ribs.... everywhere. I scream in complete agony, being immersed in utmost pain I never knew possible to feel.
My bones keep breaking and I feel like dying.
Praying and trying to pass out but to no avail. my pain induced ear screeching cry only getting louder and the pain brims that I feel I can't take it any longer but my body refuses to give up. why can't I just die already!!! I cry and scream out and in an instant, the cracking stops but the horrendous pain lingers as I feel myself move in the air and then land in the chair, sitting on it and my arms are immediately tied tightly on the arm of the chair with ropes that came from god knows where.
"Now", he appears infront of me with his hands in his pocket but I can barely see him through my heavy eyes and blurry vision,.
"are you willing to do as I tell you?", He looks at me expecting a response but I keep mute, breathing heavily and trying to catch my breath.
"Are you?", he asks again, coming closer and bending down till he's eye level with me. his disgusting foul breath fanning against my nose and chapped lips.
He irritates the living day light out of me. without thinking, I spit on his terrible face. If he's going to kill me in the end, I won't make it easy for him either.
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