The Haunted’s Kiss of Regret and Repentance

My eyes snapped open, and I saw that I was in a dimly lit room, and my father was now grabbing my mother’s hair and squeezing her cheeks to stop her from speaking. Her mouth and her cheeks were being squeezed by my dad, and the tears I had just fell. I couldn’t move, and I just watched as my dad slapped my mother hard and she fell to the ground.

“I don’t care if you’re my wife! You are never allowed to raise your voice and blame me! Do you hear me?!” He got down and grabbed my mom by the hair and pulled her up as she struggled to stand up, “I own you! You have no right to blame me!” He threw her with so much force, but my mom was able to cover her head as she collided with the wall and she knocked a vase from the table beside her.

I couldn’t move. The voice in my throat was gone, and all I could do was cry in silence. I watched in horror as my mother grabbed the broken vase and stabbed my father on his hand. He groaned in pain and gnashed his teeth as he tried to pull out the lodged vase on his hand. My mom took the other shard of the broken vase and stabbed it at my father’s chest as he began coughing blood. I grew cold, and I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t move.

“N-no…” I whispered, and my mom looked at me with fear and regret in her eyes as she looked at my father who fell on the ground with opened eyes staring at me. I looked at my mother and she was now beside my bed. Her eyes were crazy.

“M-mom…” I tried to speak and move, but my voice was barely a whisper, and mom began to cry as she hugged herself with her blood hands.

“Shyne, it’s… it’s your fault,” she said with her trembling voice, “y-you’re the reason we fought. Y-y-you’re the reason he hurts me, and you’re the reason I -I-I killed him. It’s you!” She said and pointed at me with trembling hands.

I sobbed as my mom grabbed me by my shoulder and stared at me with her crazy eyes.

“I’ll kill you too…” he whispered, “y-you’ve already destroyed this f-family because of wh-what you did, right?” she lost it, she was crazy, “th-there’s no point in living, Shyne. You’ve already lost the right to fix anything. W-we can n-never fix this. I-I’ll kill you first, and I kill myself. Y-your brother and sister can handle the family. I-I’m sure they can do it, but I-I need to kill you to put everything to place again. Your mistake must not destroy your b-brother and sister’s lives like wh-what you did to m-my life,” she laughed and cried at the same time.

“M-mom… please,” I begged with my rough voice, “p-please, mom, don’t do this.” I tried to move as I was beginning to feel movement on my feet.

She tried to choke me, and I wanted to thrash, but my body was still frozen.

“I’ll-I-I’ll solve this, Shyne. This family b-broke us b-both,” I was blacking out again.

A shot rang, and mom’s forehead had a hole on it with her eyes open as she fell on my neck with her eyes looking directly at mine. Her grip loosened, and coughed as I screeched in horror. I looked to my right and saw my dad sitting on the floor with his back on the wall, and a gun in his right hand. He was looking at us as he sat there on the floor. Dead.

I screamed as I tried to thrash with my numbing body, and my small movements made my mom’s body slide down and fall to the ground.

“Shyne,” a voice echoed, and as I looked at the door, I saw Rian standing on the opened door. He was smirking, “Missed me, my love?”

Mom and dad stood up like zombies, and they both levitated and burned in midair. I was in shock, and laughter echoed around me.

“Wake up!” My eyes opened, as my cheek stung. I looked beside me, and I saw Perry wet and crying, while my brother was looking down on me with a terrified look on his face.

“Oh thank God!” Perry exclaimed, and she gave me a hug after I vomited water all over myself.

It was all a dream.

“Stupid!” My father’s voice echoed as I sat up, and we all looked at the old man with heavy footsteps and an angry look on his face. He was marching towards me. He saw me try to drown myself.

My tears fell as I rocked myself back and forth while my mother and father were fighting again outside of my room. I locked myself inside my room, and knocked down one of the shelves to make sure they would not be able to open the door.

I closed my eyes as I recalled how much anger was in my dad’s eyes. Before he reached me, my mom was able to tackle him to the ground, and in a split second after my mom’s eyes and my eyes met, I dashed back to the house and ran quickly in my room.

I opened my eyes when a familiar sticky scent engulfed my nostrils. I remembered that scent, and I didn’t like what happened everytime that scent was around. It was Rian’s scene mixed with his own scent after we had sex in the past. It was sticky and sweet, and it was as if our bodies were mixed with his body spray. I suppressed my sudden urge to vomit at the thought of his presence appearing again.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. I took deep breaths as the room became colder and colder, and I could see my breath. I looked up and the air conditioner was turned off. The weather outside of my window was sunny, so that means only my room was freezing cold.

“Shyne…” a voice whispered. I closed my eyes and ignored the voice. I just continued my breathing exercise while I tried to calm myself down.

“Shyne…” There was a creepy set of laughter, and I kept my eyes closed. The cold atmosphere increased, and I was now hugging myself while I trembled from the cold and from the suppressed fear inside of me.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

I couldn’t let Rian win. I tried to recall what the pastors inside of the church said, and what I should do. I kept my eyes closed when I felt like there was a presence in front of my face. I knew that the moment I opened it, I would see something or someone in front of me, and I didn’t want to get scared by it. The moment I got scared, I knew that I would get too freaked out by it, and I would lose concentration.

The nightmares were increasing, and I was beginning to get used to it, but the fear, the pain and the emotional trauma was not something that I was used to. I knew that the more I experienced it, the trauma would break me, and I might just take my life and join Rian.

“Open your eyes, my love…” the voice whispered, and I felt the cold breath of the voice in front of me.

I shivered when I realized the cold breath smelled like death. It smelled like something died, and was not in front of my nose, and there was something cold near my lips. I curled my lips inside, so it wouldn’t be able to touch it. The vomit I was holding felt like it was going to come out from my mouth.