Unveiled (MLL)

With each mile that he passed with his car his anger turned from fury to a blinding fire to a pitch black pit of chaos. And yet the pitch black chaos was too small a word as further ahead he went, until there he stood in front of ‘Manerium Somniorum’ The manor of dreams. Standing at the gates his anger dissipated to a form of fear and melancholy. Christian knew it like he knew the back of his hand that these emotions were his. Whatever he was feeling was an aftermath of what the manor was listening in on. The walls were screaming the story that unfolded between their bricks as the windows tried to leap open, over powered by the yearning need for some kind of a void. An escape from what unfolded. The gate of the manor seemed barred from reality. Acutely preoccupied by the nightmare. Participating and escaping every word the manor screamed. Time did not exist beyond these gates. No what was left behind was simply the shadow of broken hearts. With each second that passed Christian watched a darkness descend upon the manor as thick mists of clouds and shadows formed. Untouched was the reality outside the gate but inside Manerium Somniorum dreamed. Dreamed of a heartbroken man. Echoed of an unquenchable thirst. Begged for her return. Pulling every reality into it in its desperation, whispering and moaning Christian or anyone that dared to watch to enter. Enter their dream. Dream their love. And bathe in their despair as a symphony lulled Christian into a heavy sleep. With each ticking minute the manor seemed to draw further and further away, without even realizing his eyes had closed and his body was mesmerized by her. By them. It played out again like a song, starting with a verse. A look. A pair of eyes. A shadow. As translucent darkness shone brightly around a man and interlaced with his soul. And there she stood. It was her form and her face and yet her eyes betrayed who she was. A conscious thought metaphored into her existence, standing right there under the soft glow of his lantern. Christian was the prince and the prince was chaos as their fell in love for the first time. As their skin felt the fleeting graze of her smile and their ears heard the soft whisper of her gown tease the ground. There all three souls stood as one falling in love with the same form and yet a different woman. "We were never meant for tomorrow ..." She said with a trembling voice as her hand reached out for his, so close and yet much like their fates all there was between them were dreams.

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Chapter 30

We played for a while, Summer, her sister and I. We weaved through the vast walls of her house as I laughed for the first time in a while. I had forgotten what it felt like to be a child again. However, in that moment with Summer I was a child again.

After a while, i hid in what seemed like the master bedroom of Nicholas', not that I had realized it back then. Nevertheless, I went under the bed and closed my eyes. Back then, people slept in canopy beds with the lace curtains and the four-poster metallic ends. I think I still prefer that.

Anyways, I was under it when I heard the door open. It was a loud creek, the kind that one would hear in a scary movie. Slow and loud.

I closed my eyes and held my breath, thinking it was Diana, Summer's younger sister who was on the verge of finding me.

"Asteria!"

I heard his loud voice boom along the vast walls of the bedroom.

The petite feet of a woman followed that sound. I could not see anything but the light instep of her feet. It was so delicate that I was enamored by its very feminity. I imagined that she was beautiful. That she probably had long blonde hair and a small waist. That was the definition of beauty in back those days anyways.

"Yes?"

"Asteria, I have told you a million times not to play with my children. You are my whore and that is what you will always be. You are not my wife. So … stop trying to be one, simply because you gave my dead brother a son. Your glory days were over the moment he died last week. Now, my daughter is the woman of this house. Summer will marry your son and then that is that. That is when I kick you out with that Diana of yours. Moreover, if I find you near my beautiful Summer again, you might not have that long to live. Are we clear?

Asteria must have not have responded for the next thing I heard was a loud slap.

"You listen to me! Are we clear? I am the master of this house and you. I swear this whole woman empowerment nonsense has given you nitwits too much courage. You women should be beaten into discipline and my brother was fucking moron not to have done that. You try pulling such crap on me again and I will show you your place."

"Yes, master."

She responded in her beautiful voice.

I then heard him retreat. I did not move from under the bed, too scared to move as I heard the woman mutter.

"Try touching me one more time and I will bury you in the ground like a dog that you are and as for that precious daughter of yours. Let's see what that bitch grows up to be. Not, like you don't try to beat just because she is a woman. Also, boy, you may come out now. I can hear your loud breath from under the bed. Don't be scared …"

"Have you fallen asleep my sweet angel?"

When he did not hear her respond, he knew she was sleep.

He moved to her table to find her response to their little game.

"Then why do you run?

̴ A"

He bent down to scribble.

"In a minute there is time for decisions and revisions which minute will reverse.

I run because it's a decision I should make I return for I can't stay away."

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