My Bloody Revenge novel Chapter 31

"Naughty, naughty little girl you are..."

Evil laughter

"Found you and now you will be punished."

Sounds of chains being dragged on the floor

Several people laughing and shouting. Moaning. Begging.

Standing still she searches for the source of the sounds but only complete darkness surrounds

her. Tremors of fear assaults her body. Elmir is close by. Lyra can feel his presence and turns to

run only to find herself paralyzed. Not a single limb moves. Panic spreads like wildfire.

Choking on a scream Lyra sits up in bed. Heart pounding a mile a minute. Looking around

frantically she quickly searches for a light switch. The view of her wonderful room with different

shades of green slowly calms down her frantic heart.

Another nightmare.

Glancing at the time she tiredly rubs her face when it's only around three in the morning. The

nightmares are getting worse again. More frequent. She was happy for a short period of time

when the memories didn't torment her and naively hoped they had stopped completely. This

proves just how naive she really is. Throwing the covers aside she gets out of the bed and the

room and lightly tip toes her way over to Jaze’s door. Not the first time being here she simply

lets herself inside and resumes tip toeing all the way to his bed. Climbing in she curls up next to

his sleeping form.

"Nightmare?" his raspy voice echoes in the darkness.

"Yeah..." Snuggling closer she breathes him in.

"I'll keep you safe." Jaze tucks her away against his chest and snakes his arms around her

smaller frame. Fingers combing through her thick hair just the way she likes it. "Wanna talk

about it?"

"Not really..." Resting her head on his chest she allows sleep to claim her again knowing Jaze

will keep the bad memories away. It feels as if only five minutes has passed when something or

someone tries to capture her attention. Faint sounds flicker in then out as she keeps going in

and out of sleep.

"...ek....sle....ead...."

Groaning she moves in hopes of getting away from whoever it is trying to ruin her slumber.

Sadly, those hopes are crushed when something wet and cold attacks her face, causing her to

more or less roll out of the bed.

Lydoran is standing by the bed smiling widely. "Morning sleepy head."

".....What..eh...what was that?" she asks rubbing the sleep away.

"That was a cold, wet towel. I put it in the freezer before dropping it on your sleeping face."

Grateful for being woken by a towel and not a bucked filled with ice and water she slowly raises

from the floor. “Where is Jaze?" she asks yawning

"Work so it’s only you and me today. Take a shower and come eat. Made you waffles." Lydoran

affectionately ruffles her hair and kisses her forehead then leaves so she can get ready. Leaving

Jaze’s room for her own she takes a steaming shower washing away the nights unpleasant

dreams then quickly dries, brushes and puts clothes on and heads for the kitchen.

"Smells yummy." she smiles taking a seat. Handing her a plate filled with waffles, vanilla ice

cream and strawberries she tucks in, happily munching and loving every bite.

"Hey, Lyd?"

"Yes, love?"

"I have been wondering about something...." she starts getting insecure about voicing her

thoughts.

"What about?" Lydoran finishes cleaning up and takes a seat next to her.

Eating the last pieces, she wipes her mouth and turns to look at him. "Where are you from

originally? You have wonderful cinnamon colored skin and unusual eyes that looks more silver

than grey and they really stand out. In a good way." She quickly adds.

"India. Don't exactly remember where in India. My family traveled together with ten or fifteen

other people and some days the group grew larger as we came closer to a town or village. We

"When seeing Jaze that night it reminded me of myself the night Malarath found me. Broken,

lying in a pool of his own blood, life taken away for some petty money and jewelry. Made me

sick to see so I offered him life and a chance for revenge. I never regret asking him."

"And now here I am. Not found on the verge of death, but the revenge theme is there. Must be

running in the blood to save those who are broken." Lyra says playing with her fingers while

thinking over what's been shared. She notices there are many differences in their life, including

her own strange life, but in some strange way very much alike at the same time.

"Who said you had to lie in your own blood to be near death?" Lydoran interrupts her thinking.

Looking up with a puzzled expression she has a hard time following his line of thoughts and

shows it by silently waiting for him to elaborate what he means. "How much longer would you

have survived in that house before turning mad. Six months? A year? You preferred a raging

storm before that house meaning you had intentions of either dying or die trying, whatever

came first. Tell me that isn't being on the verge of death? You were slowly drowning, love."

Hearing Lydoran speak his mind, new light was shed on her former life and never did she see

herself as a person walking towards death. Never did she think about suicide, which would be

normal, or any other harmful things. But apparently what she did was worse than taking her

own life. She nearly let someone else do it for her while she willingly handed it over without

questioning or protesting. Thinking about everything, really thinking about it, causes her to

break down willingly for the first time. Lyra crumbles into a pile of living mush in front of

Lydoran, who takes her in his arms as so many times before and let her cry and scream out her

sorrows and agony. Lyra cries for the wrongdoings in her childhood. For all the times her so

called family has harmed her and made fun of for the sole purpose of being cruel. She cries for

all the pain she suffered through since ending up as Elmir’s wife. She also cries for the poor girl

who had to suffer because of her. Gryndol will never be forgotten and she always wonders

where she is now and if she is okay. Lyra is crying so hard that a headache starts to build. Giving

Lydoran all her weight she closes her eyes tiredly allowing sleep to pull her under.