Gifts - Soul Mates from The Unbelievables

Gifts - Chp 44

The expression that reality always comings knocking is certainly one I am acquainted with. Flourishing with the bliss of being wedded and staking claim to the lady that had captured my heart with one mere glance we were rudely and yet possibly expectedly interrupted. Wasn’t this how my life always ran? Was I forever destined to prevail to interruptions and destructions, should I just announce defeat and raise my pathetically starched white coloured flag? We were dancing around the firelight, my siblings clapping and cheering, my innocent young sister watching with wide eyes as the front door was smashed to the floor, words and screams shouted and bombarded. Words filled the air that was of filth that any time I’d cringe and bustle my darling girls to the nearest exit. It seemed as if war was upon as with the furious shouts and aggressive shoves and destruction of our house met my ears. My loved ones were instantly shielded behind me, but it did no good as the man at the front – our town’s sheriff – wrapped cuffs around my wrists and shoved me across the room towards the door. I still adeptly remember the screams of terror of my now innocent stolen sister, my brothers shouts of alarm as I told him to look after everyone else and Lucille...Oh my sweet Lucille’s terrorized sobs as she begged for answers, for me to be released so I could hold my own only newly wife. With one final shove I was pushed to the doorway , my gaze raising as the sheriff grabbed a fistful of my hair and raised my head to meet Lucille’s own, cruel tears that I wish I’d never seen trailing down her face. Our question was answered as we were told that I was being arrested for witchery, for knowing of Roberto’s murderer and the murder weapon. I was convicted for dwelling into sinful crimes and tomorrow at dusk, I was to be hung. – Jacob Iris

It wasn’t the uninterrupted vision of Lucille’s that woke me up – no matter how ground breaking it was – it was the vision that followed afterwards, I could see little in the next one but I could hear a lot. My ears throbbed from the ringing of the screams, my vision was blurred – was I masked? Was there smoke or gas contorting my vision? – but I could hear it, the vicious growls and snaps, the ear shattering screams that left me chilled to the bone and these ripping sounds, tearing and shredding and the voice in the back of my mind was telling me it wasn’t the tearing of fabric.

The scream though, the owner of those screams though was what had me scampering out of bed with a thunderous heart, sweat coating my body as I quickly slid on a pair of jeans, a hoodie and a pair of converse shoes on hastily. It was extremely early in the morning, sometime just after midnight that without a second thought I snatched up Lucas’ keys and my wallet and phone and raced down the stairs and out the front door pulling out of the driveway with the tyres squealing.

My breathing was laboured as I sped down the road back into town; it was like I’d just run a marathon. Not to mention there was a tight feeling in my chest, constricted and filled with the common queasiness of dread, fear. My foot only pressed down harder on the accelerator in the dark night, my mind echoing the screams.

In record time I was pulling into the hospital, the parking lot utterly deserted despite the few nurses’ and doctors’ cars. Flying out of the car I threw opened the car door and slammed it behind me; I couldn’t even remember if I’d locked the door or not as I raced in through the emergency entrance and flew up the side stairs before I could be stopped. It certainly was past visiting hours.

 I raced up the countless stairs demolishing them with so much haste and ease that if I was in gym I would have for once passed with flying colours. Instead of celebrating I skidded out of the staircase and raced down the hallway not caring how loud or far from inconspicuous I was being, but rather instead just ran in like a bull down the hall.

I raced into the room panting heavily as I glanced at her curled up in her hospital bed asleep, her expression was perfectly at ease without any ounce of pain or fear the moon slithering in through the window. I sighed at ease approaching the bed carefully and slowly, afraid that before my eyes she’d vanish. But she never did, she was safe.