C313: Wild Gazelles

Ole had her view in total orange then suddenly shifted to black. She blinked the spark from her eyes. It was like the light got forcely shove away. Her orbs blinked at the blurry shadow in her front. A figure that she consistently encountered for several days. Ole used her strength to grabbed him by the collar and sanpped his neck. But her light blocker suddenly called out her name.

"Ole.." he breathed.

His voice called her back to reality. It was like her being and soul got controlled by someone who grasped the light out of her sight.

Cherith woke up Kish to help him since Ole had her nails digging on his wrist. Cherith swallowed the yelp threathining to escape his mouth. It was unbearable and painful. Cherith can literally feel his flesh being injected with Ole's nail.

"Wake her up!" Ain commanded.

Urchin opened his trance to invite Ole but it was unreachable. Sycamore held her hands and only caught some glimpse. Selah step forward and entered her unconscious memory.

"Ole.." The voice gently sooth her. Ole's body relaxed when she heared Selah's voice.

"She heard you." Kish stated.

"Yes but it seems that someone had her looped in a nightmare." Selah replied hesitantly.

Cherith withdrew her hand carefully from Ole's hand but she firmly pressed the same spot where her nail dug. Cherith groan from the pain. He wanted to take his left wrist by force. Cherith was surprised when he heared her mumbling in her sleep. He visited the comfort room back to see if the mumbling was from the bathroom wall but it led him on her door. When he twisted the knob she found Ole walled on her cieling he tried to help her but it ended up in a wrestle. Ole grabbed him by the neck and flipped their position. Cherith had his back locked and roughly rubbed on the cieling. Cherith tried to reach out and punch Ole but he can't bring himself to do so. When the gang helped him down and they separated Ole from him.

Cherith needed to calm himself. This is Ole, a friend and family. He should control himself and avoid to raise his hands. Cherith clenched his jaw to contour his face in a cheer. When he tried to take his hands away Ole would tighthen her grip.

"I need to pee. Please wake her up." Cherith pleaded.

"Sorry. Try to halt it more longer." Ain assured.

"No. I am at my limit." Cherith warned as he started to move around to hold his pee.

Kish grabbed the flower vase and threw the water away. Kish gave an encouraging look as he hand it to Cherith.

"No! You crazy old man." Cherith disagreed.

Urchin released his trance and tried to pull out Cherith' hand. Ole's grip were hurting Cherith but Urchin can see that he is doing his best to hold his pee. When Urchin finally removed Ole's tight claws. It was too late. Cherith already give in.

Zikre panted when his attacks were useless toward Ole. His invasion to her dream only invited more powerful presence. Zikre slipped out of her dreams when he suddenly got trapped in a bottle.

"So it's the pretty boy." Agsus pointed

"How gross." Kahieli stated.

Zikre yelled and cursed the gang but was unable to get it across due to his current stature and glass wall.

Sycamore, Selah and Urchin held hands and prayed.

"Our God who named and spoke over our life. You are the same God who made the wonders and miracles. I hereby invite your Holy Presence to expose what is meant to dealt with. With You our God whose heart is in everything He made we are able to deliver what is upfront. Amen."

"He is an eye sore. How can a child that is cursed be born in a family of prestige?" A woman with fake and extended eyelashes remarked.

"Don't say that, At least he got a pretty face." Another one beamed.

"Maybe we can use him for business enterprise!" An old woman suggested.

The women with rich robes and heavy make up gang up at him.

"Ye we can."

Each week Zikre would be enslaved by each women. They would use him for entertainment or abuse him. Yet his own parents did not care. Zikre hid behind the huge trees when his scheduled host tried to chop off his cheeks.

"That skin of yours might make me look younger. Come out Zikdarling." The woman hummed.

Zikre forgot that he stood on branches. He slide backward and fell. His eyes was met by little Litrez.

"Are you Alright boy? You look dirty." She inquired.

Zikre averted his gaze and stood up. His tiny hands tried to cover the scrape in his palm die to the beating.

"Here use this handkerchief to cover the pain." Litrez said.

Zikre hesitantly took in her offer and wiped his bleeding palm. His cleaning of wounds got halted when the familiar hum got closer.

"Zikdarling, Where are thou, come out let me have some of your skin." the woman recited with a platonic tone. Zikre froze on the spot when Litrez pulled him inside her car behind the gate.

"Let us run for now. You look scared of her." Litrez whispered. She asked the driver to start the gear. The fancy car took him to a salon and dressed him up. Litrez changed the color of his hair into his current.

"Now you won't be recognised by your tagger. So stop hiding." Litrez advised.

Zikre smiled cutely when she handed an ice cream.

"Here take this as you enter your house." Litrez said.

Zikre's smile faded and for the first time he spoke.

"I don't want to go home." Zikre uttered above whisper.

"I see, then do you want to get in our house." Litrez offered but the decision he took that day did not change his situation.

His parents found out about his escape from that woman and punished her like a slave.

The melting candle left behind his back melted till it blended with his skin.