BLINDING LIGHTS || T. SHELBY (2)

THIRTEEN (RE-EDITED)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: It Never Ends

THOMAS AND TABITHA REJOINED WITH ARTHUR AND JOHN IN THE DRAWING ROOM LIKE IZABELLA SAID TO.

The room was one whole Russian orgy that John and Arthur were a part of, something Tabitha had never seen before. There were naked women with men, women with women, and men with men. Thomas and Tabitha didn't join in, sitting on a sofa together away from it. Tatiana was watching it in the chair beside them.

Tabitha had never been more uncomfortable in her life than in that moment. She was uncomfortable getting naked for the examination, yes, but not as uncomfortable as she was in that room. Thomas was drinking several glasses of whiskey and smoking cigarettes until he was tipsy. He was getting on Tabitha's nerves by being intoxicated to the point he didn't care his wife was uncomfortable with what was going on.

Tatiana observed the gypsy woman's behavior, watching her trying to not look at the men and whores in front of her. Tatiana took the bottle of whiskey from Thomas, drinking from it to forget everything in front of her. Honestly, Tabitha just wanted to go home. The business was done in the treasury, the plan was being put together. Tabitha wanted to see her and Thomas' daughter, knowing she missed her parents

"My aunt only employs the best whores," Tatiana explained. "Your brothers seem to be enjoying themselves, Mr Shelby."

"Of course they are," Thomas replied,

That's when Tabitha saw Arthur follow the maid out of the room, fiddling with the diamond ring on her left ring finger. Tabitha then felt like she couldn't breathe, and the voices she heard all around her were hurting her ears.

That's when she saw a young woman with dark brown hair that went to her shoulders, wearing a blue dress, but there was a blood again in the middle, where a bullet shot through the fabric. Her face was pale, but her dark brown eyes were still the same. Tabitha's heart rate picked up, knowing she was having a hallucination of the little sister that died in her arms.

"Excuse me, I need some air," Tabitha said, getting up from the couch, putting the whiskey bottle down on the table. "Sorry."

She stormed out of the room, but didn't make a scene. Thomas was sober in that moment, knowing something was wrong with her.

Tabitha found herself walking in a darker room across the hall, the air around her getting colder. Everywhere she looked, she saw the faces of those who were dead, who died because of her. When the hallucinations started it was just Grace who haunted her in the mirror, then her sister Charity.

It got worse, even Billy Kimber was there haunting her for shooting him in the head. So was Vicente Changretta. The voice of the dead were yelling in Tabitha's ears, making her cover them with her hands. Years were streaming down her cheeks as the helps became screams, and then a familiar voice called her name.

"Tabitha?" Thomas called, turning his wife around by her shoulder.

The voices stopped and was pulled back into reality, but tears and mascara stained her cheeks. Thomas was worried, cupping her cheeks in his hands tenderly. He began wiping the tears and mascara away as she softly panted.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Thomas asked.

"Nothing, nothing's wrong," Tabitha replied, shaking her head. "I just need some air, I just need to be alone."

"You've been like this since I was in the hospital, Tab. I know something's been bothering you. Remember, we vowed to have no more secrets, eh? Tell me what's going on."

"I keep seeing them, Tommy..." Tabitha softly sobbed.

"Keep seeing who?"

"The people I've killed, the ones who died because of me. It started out with him just, but now I see Charity. I even see Billy Kimber every now and then. They won't leave me alone, they always come back."