The pitter-patter of rain against the roof rung in my ears, awakening my sense. My eyes snapped open and I immediately started to look around the unfamiliar dark hallway illuminating around me. Looking from left to right, each end of the hall stretched far like the length of a football field. A light flickered across the sky, in a zigzag formation, causing the shadows in the corners to dance.
A sudden boom caused me to jump, whipping around to gaze outside, my eyes searching. For comfort, my hands reach down toward the bulge of my belly, but to my horror, there was nothing. With wide eyes, my hands frantically move around the surface of my stomach, my conscious not wanting to believe the things running through my head.
Tears prickled my eyes at the same moment a quiet voice whispered in the air. . .singing?
I listened harder, the sound coming from my left, I glanced and saw a door that wasn’t there before an with a mind of their own my feet begin to carry me to said door with determined steps. My bare feet pad against the wooden floor, the bottom of my silk gown brushing along the tops of my feet as I stop in front of the door that reached to the ceiling. The singing was louder from this point on.
And without a minute to hesitate, my hands were up and pushing the double doors inward. I stopped just a bit out the threshold, seeing a woman with her back turned to me, gazing down into her arms. I briefly looked over the room, all four walls covered with books stacked in shelves that reached all the way to the ceiling; two sofas placed on either side in the middle of the room and a fireplace directing lined with the door and a huge picture hung above it.
"Hello?” I call out, after a moment.
Nothing but the howling of the wind outside is heard, the only light source inside the room was the fireplace and it barely reached every crook in the room.
"Anyone here?" I call out once more, looking back in the hallway.
“Kaitlyn. . .” a voice whispered.
I whirl around, scanning the room. I take a trembling step forward, the atmosphere shifting.
"Kaityln. . ." it murmured again, this time by my ear. I jumped looking to my side to see nothing.
I take a few steps into the lounge room, “Who’s there?"
“We’re coming. . ."
A shiver ran down my spine, the fire suddenly vanishing, the moonlight lighting up the area.
". . .we’re coming."
My hands shook by my side, coldness seeping into my pores.
“You can’t hide."
Something ran across my neck, goosebumps rising on every exposed spot at the contact. I gasped, moving away from the door and to the middle of the room.
"We’re coming. ."
All of a sudden, an earsplitting glass shatter filled the air ripping a scream from my throat which echoed along with a high pitched screeching noise. I slapped my hands over my ears, falling to my knees. The shattering continued and the screeching rung in my head, rattling my brain. My eyes were shut tightly, tears gathered at the edges, and screams of my own mingling with the others.
Rough hands gripped my shoulders, shaking me, my scream reached new heights and volumes. Gut-wrenching cackles flowed in the air while things crashed around me. I curl myself into a tighter ball.
“You can’t hide!" pain bloomed on my arm, liquid following after.
"Run, little girl, run!" someone laughed.
My eyes snapped open, staring directly up into wide baby blue eyes. My chest heaved up and down, short gasp leaving my mouth, wetness begins to run down the corner of my eyes, and into my hair. Delano hovered above me, his hands on my shoulders, his eyes wide with worry and his chest heaving a little like mine.
“Are you okay?”
I blink rapidly up at him, my eyes move away from him to the surrounding area, familiarity coming back to me. The hotel room was slightly lit from the rising sun outside through the curtains. My eyes slowly return to his, recalling the dream.
My eyes blur and my lips tremble as a choked sob escapes my mouth. I could see his eyes soften. He inhales and the color in his eyes darken, his gaze shooting down to my arm.
“Shît!” he hisses, climbing off the bed.
I watch as he strides around the bed and past the edge of the wall in the direction of the entrance, disappearing around the corner to where I assumed the bathroom was. I lay my head back on the pillow, my heart still beating furiously in my chest all while my limbs were sore. A thought crosses my mind and my hand flies down to my belly, pressing and feeling the familiar hardness of the bulge.
I release a sigh of relief, turning on my side. ′Thank god.′
The shuffling of feet brought my attention at the end of the bed to see Delano walking back with a wet cloth in his hand. My eyes follow his form, which stops in front of me, before lowering to his knees.
He stares at something on my arm before flickering her gaze back to my eye. “I have to clean this,” he says, nodding his head at my arm. “It might sting.”
I frown, before lifting my head and gazing down to see what he was talking about. And to my shock, three long scratches the length of a pencil were on my arm, faintly stinging; they weren’t deep but it was enough to draw blood. I look back at the man before me, mouth open.
“H-how. . .” I lick my lips, “I don’t know where that came from,” I spoke breathlessly.
“Your dream,” was all he said before he grabbed the peroxide from the side table and poured a little on the cloth.
“What—” I didn’t get far into my question as he pressed the cloth over the wound.
“Ah!!” I gasped aloud, hissing through my teeth, and grabbing ahold of anything in my path.
And that happened to be Delano’s forearm.
The car rolls over a bump in the road, knocking me out of my daydream. I blink and watch the scenery roll by. Ever since the early morning, Delano has been acting a bit strange, not knowing if this is normal for him, I glance over at the review mirror watching the sun hit the side of his face from the driver’s seat and highlighting his facial features.
I turn my gaze back to the tinted window, the silence in the car defying. Eileesha sat up front while Abel sat in the back with me, I could feel his gaze on the side of my head or more specifically on the bloodied cloth on my arm.
I hear him clear his throat, “So how far along are you?” he asks.
I shift my head around. “Going on three weeks,” I reply, my hand shuffling toward my stomach.
He notices and gives me a small smile, “Are you showing?”
I nod, looking down into my lap, “Just a little.”
He moves a little closer across the seats and my side, the hand that laid a top of the leather seat inches forward.
“Can I. .?” he trails off.
I snap my head towards him, eyes widening just a fraction, and for some reason, I feel my cheeks heat up.
“Abel!” a growl resonates, cutting me off. My eyes shoot up, to find those baby blue ones locked hard on the boy beside me from the review mirror.
Abel grins, “What? I’m not going to do anything.” he says, and looks back towards me as another growl vibrates from Delano’s chest.
I slowly break my eyes away, and back to Abel who gives me a reassuring smile. I bite my bottom lip, raising my shirt, revealing my stomach. He reaches out, and places his palm against my belly, his hand ice cold; I gasp as he moves his hand in a circular motion, an awestruck expression on his face.
“Wow. . .” he breathes, his face lowering down to my belly. “I can’t believe there’s something in here,” he whispers, his cool breath fanning over my stomach.
I chuckle lightly, playfulness and gentility coming off him in waves. In the back of my mind, I wonder why I was scared of him before. Suddenly, the car jerks to a stop, Abel’s hands fly out and stop me from face planting the seat ahead.
“Thank you,” I say and he returns it with a smile.
“We’re here,” is all Delano hisses, and is out the car.
“What’s wrong with him?” Abel questions Eileesha. She shrugs getting out as well.
I swivel around and put my attention to the huge castle like building just outside the car. My mouth drops open and an amused laugh fills the car.
“Welcome to your new home, little human.”