Echoes Of Destiny
I'm taking my daughter out for lunch today. I honestly didn't feel like it with everything that has happened but she convinced me. Mentioned that it would be good for us.
I think she was right. I'm enjoying this. P
Spending time listening to her. She's an interesting young lady.
As we make our way back to the car from the restaurant, we're intercepted by a man who seems to materialize out of the shadows.
His demeanor is mysterious, and there's a sense of urgency in his voice as he speaks about Clarissa.
"Timothy, we need to talk about Clarissa."
The man says, his tone low and urgent. His sudden appearance sends a jolt of apprehension through me, and I instinctively move to shield Aurora from him.
"What about Clarissa, my wife?"
I ask, my voice firm as I assess the stranger before me. There's something about him that sets me on edge, a feeling of unease prickling at the back of my mind.
The man hesitates, his eyes darting around as if checking for eavesdroppers.
"There are things you don't know about her, things that could put your family in danger."
He replies cryptically, his words hanging in the air like a warning. What on earth?
Aurora looks at me, her expression mirroring my own concern.
"Who are you?"
She asks, her voice steady but edged with suspicion.
The man's gaze flickers between us, and for a moment, I sense a glimmer of uncertainty in his eyes.
"I'm someone who knows more than you realize."
He says cryptically, before disappearing into the parking lot as quickly as he appeared.
Aurora and I exchange a puzzled glance, the encounter leaving us with more questions than answers.
Aurora keeps giving me concerned glances, the encounter with the mysterious man weighing heavily on her mind, I see.
I can't shake the feeling that there's more to Clarissa's past than meets the eye, and the stranger's cryptic warnings only serve to deepen my suspicions.
Strange enough , I saw a bit of genuine lines in his face. Now I can't ignore what he said. I'll have to investigate.
"Who was that guy?"
Aurora asks, her voice barely above a whisper as we settle in the salon waiting chairs. Her brow furrows with worry, mirroring my own feelings of unease.
"I'm not sure. I have a few theories."
I reply, my voice tight and steady.
"But we can't ignore what he said. We need to find out more about…"
"We need to protect Mom and the rest of the family, no matter what."
I cut her short while I squeeze her shoulder in silence.
Don't get me wrong, I appreciate my daughter and I'm grateful for her support and determination, but what I don't want for her is to get caught up in some matters.
"Just don't worry about this , okay? Let's focus on our day , remember you said it's going to be stress free?"
"Yes dad. You're right. Let's do that."
We chose to sit in the cozy corner of this waiting area. It's cool but I still don't want to talk out here. Anyone could be listening on.
A friendly attendant walks over to us, she brings us cold bottles of water and clean glasses on a tray, along with some snacks.
I offer a polite nod of thanks as she takes our names and assures us that we'll be assisted shortly.
As the attendant leaves, I relax back into the plush chair, feeling the tension begin to melt away.
But her parting words catch me off guard, and I glance over at Aurora, a puzzled expression on my face.
"Couples massage?"
I repeat, raising an eyebrow in surprise.
"Did she just assume we're a couple?"
Aurora chuckles softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Looks like it."
She replies, a playful grin tugging at the corners of her lips.
"I guess we'll just have to play along."
I can't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation, the tension from earlier dissipating with each shared joke.
As we settle in to wait for our appointments, I find myself grateful for these moments of lightheartedness, a welcome respite from the complexities of our lives outside the salon doors.
I feel a sudden wave of dizziness wash over me, and I feel myself slipping into a trance-like state.
The sounds of the salon fade away as my surroundings blur, and I'm engulfed in darkness.
Then, like a bolt of lightning, a vision flashes before my eyes. I see Clarissa, her face contorted in fear as she struggles against unseen forces.
Her voice echoes in my mind, pleading for help, her words a desperate plea for salvation.
My heart pounds in my chest as I try to make sense of the vision, my mind racing with a thousand questions. What does it mean? Is Clarissa in danger?
As quickly as it came, the vision fades, leaving me shaken and disoriented. I blink several times, trying to ground myself in reality as Aurora watches me with concern.
"Daddy, are you okay?"
she asks, her voice filled with worry.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.
"I... I think so."
I reply shakily.
"I just had a vision... of Clarissa. We need to find out if she's okay."
I dial Clarissa's number while Aurora calls Aurian, our hearts pounding with anxiety as we wait for them to pick up.
After a few tense moments, Clarissa's voice comes through the line, sounding slightly confused but otherwise unharmed.
"Hello? Timmy, is everything okay?"
She asks, her concern evident.
Relief floods through me as I hear her voice.
"Clarissa, are you alright? I had a vision... I thought something might be wrong."
I explain, my words rushing out in a frantic stream.
Clarissa reassures me, her tone soothing.
"I'm fine, Timothy. Just caught up in some work at the office. Nothing to worry about."
I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders.
"Okay, good. Just... let me know if anything comes up, my addiction."
I say, my voice still tinged with lingering worry.
Meanwhile, Aurora nods in relief as she listens to Aurian on the other end of the line.
"Yeah, Dad, I'm good. Just hanging out with some friends."
he says, his voice casual and relaxed.
With both Clarissa and Aurian confirming that they're safe, Aurora and I share a look of relief.
"Looks like everything's okay."
She says, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips.
I nod, feeling grateful for the reassurance.
"Yeah, let's just hope it stays that way."
I reply, knowing that visions like the one I just had are rarely without significance. But for now, I push the unsettling thoughts to the back of my mind, focusing on the present moment and the relief of knowing that my family is safe.
Why are these visions back now? It cannot be a coincidence. We just had a break-in and they are back all of a sudden?
As the memories resurface, I find myself transported back to a time long ago, to the small, dimly lit room where it all began.
I'm just a young boy, sitting alone in the darkness of my bedroom, the weight of the world pressing down on my small shoulders.
My parents are arguing again, their voices rising in anger as they hurl accusations at each other.
Tears stream down my cheeks as I bury my face in my hands, trying to block out the sound of their shouting.
And then, suddenly, it happens. A vision unlike anything I've ever experienced before flashes before my eyes, vivid and terrifying.
I see a figure shrouded in darkness, their face twisted in a mask of malevolence as they reach out towards me with outstretched hands.
I scream in terror, the sound lost in the chaos of my parents' argument. But even as I cry out for help, I know deep down that no one can save me from the horrors that lurk within my own mind.
From that moment on, the visions come unbidden, haunting me day and night with their cryptic messages and unsettling imagery.
I try to hide them from my parents, fearing their judgement and disbelief, but the visions only grow stronger, their grip on my consciousness tightening with each passing day.
As I grew older, I learned to live with the visions, to accept them as a part of who I am.
As an adult, I'm used to it. It comes and goes. A constant reminder of the darkness that lurks within and the secrets that lie buried in the depths of my subconscious.
The presence of the boy in my visions is a constant, his image etched into my mind like a recurring nightmare that refuses to fade.
He stood before me, his eyes were gleaming with an otherworldly intensity as he spoke words that sent chills down my spine one night , it was years ago.
"You are destined to kill your own father."
His voice echoed in my mind, each word laden with a weight that threatened to crush me under its significance.
I tried to push him away, to ignore his ominous words, but he remains ever-present, a shadowy figure haunting the edges of my consciousness.
Who is he, this boy who seems to hold the key to my darkest secrets? Is he a figment of my imagination, a manifestation of my deepest fears and insecurities? Or is he something more, a messenger sent to deliver a message that I dare not ignore?
I've never had a vision without him in it. Today was an exception. I wonder what that means.