Chasing away the past [KyVy]
Apr 10, 2017 20:29:45 GMT -5
Post by * on Apr 10, 2017 20:29:45 GMT -5
Her face was so beautiful, sleeping without worry while a little one rests in her stomach. My new little baby nestled and surrounded with protection. Only, they weren't protected much at all. They were in danger. Those assholes that threatened our lives and almost cost us so much. "Sleep, Vy." My words coo to her in a whispering tone to her slumbering mind. She don't hear me. I know she doesn't. I move too much in my sleep on occasion and any movement has already been passed off without worry to her now days. It's enjoyable though, to have her sleeping so close to me.
"I love you, Vy." I coax her into more of a slumber and gently press my lips against her cheek and press my chin against the groove between her chin and chest. Inhale the sweet scent of sweat and lotion. The rhythmic breathing of her breaths almost lull me back into a restful state, but I know that I have something to do. My mind won't quit going to the barn and to those faces. It won't let me forget that awful memory of the capture and Vy's torture; my torture.
My hand rests on her stomach very lightly. My finger tracing a solid line about a inch where my peapod sleeps, probably dreaming away without worry of what his or her mommy is fixing to do.
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"Sleep little baby. Hush. Hush. You are too precious for words and your face resembles the heavens. Sleep little baby. Hush now. Hush now. You are destined for greater things. You are going to be a wonderous little fighter; champion..." The words sing out in hushed tones as Mira snuggles against my breast. Her hand clenches tight to my shirt as comfort. My lips curl up into a smile, adoring those precious little cheeks that were only minutes ago screaming out fighting sleep. The redness still tints the flesh to the point it looks like she might have a fever but her soft sighs and barely opened creased lids tell me that she's almost there. She is nearly over that bridge into dreamland once again.
"Sweet little one who cries for an hour, sleep well. Sleep well. Sleep as long as you can. Hmm..hmmm... hmmm..." Humming takes over, exhaustion taking over my voice as I simply let her drift off the rest of the way to meet with the sandman for one final moment. An exhausted sigh takes over when she double sighs and her eyes close all the way. My head tips back as I look to the floor with Brooklyn who gives me the same look back as if she knows how bad Mira was needing that nap.
"I'm sorry, Brookie. She wouldn't go to sleep. Thank you for being such a good girl and being quiet so she would fall asleep." My arm aches. My mind slips away into a darker part of a memory for some reason. The quiet house always gives me chills after such a screaming fit from the sleep fight. Yet, I don't stop rocking her.
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The darness seems to evade me. The chilling sound of silence screams at me as I tiptoe down the stairs of the house and down to the living room. The small light on the wall is all I have to show me to where I want to go. It's enough though. Enough to show me to my shoes and to my long jacket as I slip my arms through it. I rummage through the drawer looking for the flashlight and then a lighter. Some tissues seem to make their way into my hand and stuffed into my pocket and I grab a small jar of lighter fluid.
The door creaks like a thousand riffles going off all at one time. The sound igniting the entire house alight with sound even though it really only gave two cracks as the door opened and then closed behind me, locking it to make sure my loves were all safe and sound until I came back from my duties. I gained new responsibilities when Vy became pregnant. She harbours such a precious cargo that she has to be safe from those nasty people. They deserve what's coming to them.
"Vy... sleep well. I'll be back soon." I tell her through the door, as if my whispering words would wisp themselves up to her sleep filled eyes and flitter into her ears for only her to hear.
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Those rosey red cheeks finally start to fade the more she lulls away into her epic sleep. The way she clenches and unclenches her fingers from my shirt is amazing. She doen'st even know she's clinging onto the thing that gave her life. She doesn't have any idea what's going on in the world around her. She simply knows she's safe and sound. That I would never let anyone ever harm her again. No one would ever take her away from me and Brooklyn is my daughter as well. Both of the girls seems content in this quiet house with the ticking of the clock on the wall being the only thing to tell me that time isn't holding still.
Time held still one time. Time stopped forever when pain was something that was igniting my body once more. Hours upon hours seemed like an eternity that would never close. Until she had arrived. Until she showed up and caressed my face and let her arms settle my world and bring it back into a ticking manner of knowledge.
I look to the door, wondering when she would arrive back home from work. When I would be able to caress my lips with hers and feel her arms around my body. To hear her strumming heartbeat against my ears so I would know that she was still alive and breathing and mine.
"Alrighty, lass. Time to put you down to sleep on your own. I love you, Mira. Sleep well, my darling." I coo. Standing up, I feel the muscles pull to keep her where she's not jostled around. I dare not want to wake her when she's only just now taken to a deep slumber that she so desperately needed. I shush her gently, being careful with every step that the stairs challenge me. Upon entering the bedroom door, I kiss her cheek and lay her down in the crib, listening to the sound of her stretching to acclimate her to the new position. A deep sigh, and she's still gone. A smile escapes as I turn around and walk out of the bedroom and walk to the steps. Three steps down, I am able to see Brooklyn playing with the puzzles and I sit down.
I breath in.
Breath out.
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The darkness and dew smell on everything sent shivers down my spine. To be out so late of a night was daunting and frightening, but nothing was ever as frightening as the night I disappeared. Nothing was more frightening the night that Vy was taken away, pulled away by force by those neanderthals. It was one of the worst nights ever. They would pay, slowly, but they would pay. Little by little, I would make sure that they were going to regret ever doing that to use. That they would see that they would pay for making our lives a living hell.
"Come on Ky. Keep going. You are almost there." I push myself forward. I keep myself going willingly. The courage to keep going is stronger than the fear to stay back.
Step after step, my mind whittles away into nothing except an escape. It goes over an escape route and I have to trust that my body will know the way back out once I set out to do what I need to.
"Find it. Burn it. Make them know that what they did was wrong. They will not mess with the Ruzes or the Pryces.
And a gentle glow starts to light up the woods. "A window?" I question, feeling the adrenaline start. My fingers tense up and I grab for the tissues and the bottle. I reach to my pocket, feeling for the lighter's miniscule bump so I know this whole trip wasn't in vain. "Breathe... you can do this."
I sneak around the side, closer to the bark where everything took place. The flashbacks are too hard to deal with and a pang of guilt and fear reside deep. A sense of nausea takes over as I push the tissues into the bottle, yearning for the liquid to seep up into the tissue and devour the flame that would soon strike it true. The thought was there. The method was there. Everything was perfect. The complete silence except for the tiny insects playing their nighttime melody was the only thing to tell me that everything was fine.
"You. Will. Pay..." I reach into the pocket for the striker. My fingers trembling ever much so. I flick the button twice, rubbing my thumb against the flint to get the flame going but it doesn't ignite. Anxiety runs rampant inside my body. Nerves making my fingers loose the grip on the lighter as I fumble with finding the lighter on the darkened ground until my nails catch onto something hard and I bring it up once more to light.
"Light, damn you." My voice trembles with fear. My eyes flicker from the darkness in front of me to the light in the window and the shadows that pass by it every few seconds.
FLICK... WHOOSH
A light gives me hope, and the flame lights the tissues. The process starts very suddenly and no sooner does the heat ache for release, a mind numbing jolt takes me to the ground and grass invades my nose. Dirt flies into my eyes blinding me even though darkness seems to take over my sight already. An attacker leaps on top of me, a fist dives deep into my shoulder until my voice clammers out.
"STOP... please... I... I..."
"You again? Why in the HELL are... shhhh!" The voice tells me to stop, but I still struggle against his weight on my hips. I still fight against the hand going over my mouth to keep me from making a sound. The familiarity of his voice doesn't hit me until moments later when he very sternly tells me to not to risk the baby again. I stop dead in my fight. I look up, outlining his face and scruff. The grey seems to poke out even in the pitch black of the night. Leakage seems to make its way out of my eyes.
"I"m sorry. I"m sorry." I try to whisper out and he takes the bottle further away from me, dumping out the liquid and stuffing the tissues inside before putting into an inner pocket on his coat and the weight is taken off.
"Up. Now. You don't have much time... you have to go." His whispers seek urgency for me to be off his property but I can't explain what sense of security it is to have him escorting me out. What could have happend if I had went through with it? Will they ever know?
"Than..."
"Shhh." His voice darts out and a hand clamps over my bicep as he practically drags me away from a mistake I almost made. I trust his judgements. I follow willingly. Behind me, voices make their way outside, but it's in drunken hues. A sound of a bottle falling, shattering against a floor makes me shudder and keep my pace with my savior. His name escapes me, but I remember him. His gait, unknowing, but his kind eyes are forever burned into the recesses of my mind.
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"Kyky. Come play. I wanna play with you. Will you help? Puzzle is hard." A voice upsets the video replaying in my mind. However, a smile seems to find it's place just as easily to replace any bad vibes that might have been echoing off my person. I give her two thumbs up.
"Of course. Let's see what troubles you have my love. I can see what I can do to help you." I grin and plop down to see what troubles she's having. It's as simple as turning a peice just sixty degrees to the right to make the peice fall into place on the wooden board, but for her, the task was just not reachable without a little bit of insight. She craves my attention for reasons that I can't fathom. I am a horrible person deep down sometimes, wanting to harm a human, but with her, I can't seem to make it known that I wanted that. She only knows the good side to me. The lovable Kyanite that takes care of her and her little sister.
I'm glad.
"What else do we have here, Brookie? Can you help me figure out where this one will go?" I ask her, showing her a peice that is green with part of a pink and yellow flower on it. The mouth of the character is obviously showing on it and I can see where it goes without even trying, but she ponders the thoughts and looks vigorously to see where it might forever rest.
"Hmm... I think... THERE!" She giggles and that sends a warm feeling into my heart, taking away the chilling thoughts from moments ago.
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Dew soaks up into my pant legs. I didn't know that the walk to this rotten part of the forest would have taken so long. An hour has passed and I wonder how long I had really been out here. A certain amount of chill has set in finally, my chin quivering very lightly with the brisk walk and nerves that upset my psychological stability. I can't seem to conjure up any words to express my gratitude from making a huge mistake but all in all, I'm completely pissed that the barn still stood erect.
"Don't EVER come to my part of the woods again. Do you want them to find you again? Do you want him to torture you worse or kill you next time?" His words have hate in them, mostly anger at me for trying to burn a peice of their family lodging. Questions as to why he was helping me still hinder my accepting nature.
"I dont' care. They deserve it. They hurt me. They hurt my girlfriend... They -" Almost ruined two lives and severing the emotions of another three.
"What about her? Do you want them to take it out on her. You know they will. They did it once. They'll do it again. If it were up to me and I wasn't looking out for you, then you'd be back in that barn with far worse - nevermind. You're home is near, right?"
"Yes'sir." I mumble and within a few minutes, I find myself near the porch with my hinderance knocking on the door before I could stop him. A familiar voice saying something before opening and the look on her face. I know I must look a mess, but I don't care. I run to embrace her without another thought.
"I was trying to protect us..." It's all I could say.