Possessed

I'm being followed. She finds me. Talks to me. Threatens me. She wants me to do something for her. Something big. Something important. Something horribly wrong. She's everywhere - in my dreams, in the streets...she finds me no matter where I go. If I don't do as she says, she will do something bad to me. Very bad. Unimaginable. There's no place safe. Where do I hide? What do I do?

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12. Chapter 11

I backed away from the handsome man that was Araible.

"W-why are you here?" I stammered uncontrollably, my tongue twisting with fear. What if he knew about me? What if he knew about the deal? What if he knew what I had to do?

“To see you.” He faltered, eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

I bit my lip desperately. Does he know? My gaze wondered towards him mindlessly. Our eyes met, and for a moment the world stopped. I felt safe; calm even, but no. This was the enemy, the target. The corners of my lips tugged upwards into a sweet smile and I squinted at him, scanning every crease and fold of his face in an attempt to find a trace of guilt. He stared back, equally as interested. His thin, rosy lips were set in-between two dimples, and for a moment I saw myself.

Eyes, mouths and even noses were all similar. I was the spitting image of this mysterious stranger. The mysterious stranger who I was about to kill. Averting my stare, I inspected our surroundings.

Tall, twisted trees loomed over us, showering us with delicate petals that clung to my hair like glue. Fresh flowers covered the surface, roots planted into the rich soil that sat beneath my feet. Grass sprung up from the ground, pillowing the floor perfectly. I must have looked so out of place, with my dreary expression and vacant look.

“You look more like your mother though, with that beautiful hair.” He continued, also becoming aware of our gorgeous scenery.

“My mother?” I enquired. How did he know my mother? Was she alright?

He smiled warmly, “Yes, your mother. She was, still is, a beautiful woman, I have always loved her, even now…” He trailed off.

“What?” I interrupted. “You, love my…mother?” I mouthed the last word, confusion sweeping over me like a bird.

“Yes,” He repeated, “When we had you, I…”

Yet again I interrupted; mind racing. “You, had, me?”

He nodded. One swift movement that determined everything.

I was still confused. What about my parents, what about Ben? Surely, they were my real family?

He spoke my thoughts out loud and I quickly debated whether or not he could read my mind. “Your Earth family are still your family, they bore and cared for you, but we- we created your soul. You, are the daughter of the God’s, resting in a human form.”

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