Chapter Seven
Isabella
It’s gray and cold.
I’m trying to see through the fog.
Fog?
How can it be foggy in the house?
And where’s Mama?
I walk down the stairs quietly. I’m not supposed to be awake. My father gets angry when I stay up late.
Mama doesn’t mind so much when it’s a Saturday. Since it’s Monday night I know I’d anger both my parents if they catch me up at this hour.
A scream makes me jump.
It’s my mother. Another scream moves me, and I run down the stairs. I stop short when I see her lying on the floor in the living room and my father kneeling over her stabbing her in her stomach over and over again.
I’m so shocked no sound comes from my mouth when I open it to scream too.
Her head rolls to the side and her eyes fixate on me, but I don’t think she can see me.
She’s looking at me, but not really.
“Mama!” I cry.
I look back to my father as he looks to me and his face changes into Dmitri’s. He transforms right in front of me as does my mother’s body. Instead of her I see Eric lying on the ground.
His face is covered in so much blood I can’t even recognize him. There are so many bruises his face is swollen.
“Don’t look my love,” he calls out. “Don’t look!”
“No, please don’t hurt him. Don’t kill him. Stop.”
Dmitri picks up a sledgehammer and brings it down on Eric’s head and that’s when I scream. The vision fades before me. Not quite though….
My eyes snap open and I nearly jump out of my skin when I see Dmitri sitting on my bed, right next to me watching me sleep. Watching me wake from a nightmare of a memory of terrible things that happened.
“What do you want?” I rasp out, my heart beating so fast it hurts. “What are you doing in here?”
A dark smile inches across his lips and he tilts his head to the side as he regards me with amusement.
“I’m fairly certain I told you to watch that mouth of yours when you speak to me. Unless you’d like to start putting it to use. Hard to talk with a mouth full of cock.” He laughs and I feel like vomiting.
“I’m sorry,” I quickly apologize.
He stands. “Quite a lot of eventful dreams you have there, Isabella. I used to wonder what the boss’ daughter dreamt about. With a father so powerful and … let’s face it evil, what could his child have in that pretty little head of hers. I realized the more I got to know you you’re nothing like him. More like your mother instead.”
“Please, don’t talk about my mother,” I breathe feeling my heart squeeze. I always find it hard to talk about her, and I definitely don’t want to after a double nightmare.
“Stop with the begging it won’t help you. You should know that,” Dmitri says and moves forward to catch my face. “The way I hear it, your mother was the same type of whore you were.”
I gasp at his harsh words. “Stop it!” I cry.
Dmitri laughs. “You know you sound exactly like that day when I killed Eric. Begging a man like me to spare anything is fruitless. I remember how you begged for his life.”