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Chapter Four: Unforgivable

Later that same day, Grace was pronounced dead by uncertain causes. The news told the whole story and even aired a segment of her grieving family vowing to find out what had happened to their outgoing daughter. Some said suicide, but really I was the only one who knew the truth. I could feel the dread rising within my throat, clotting itself inside of my brain, and it wouldn't go away. She was dead, and he had killed her. God knows what else the creep did considering she was a pretty girl.

Everyday after that I would analyze my mother's moments, trying to figure out what on earth she could be harboring in the darkest corners of her mind. She seemed like an average forty-year-old woman; in love with her husband, nurturing her children, and enjoying life to her fullest ability. Though, I couldn't help but notice some strange look within her radiant green eyes, as if she constantly wore a frown while smiling. Forcing her actions of kindheartedness and love; managing to pull of the grand façade, because no one has ever noticed before.

It was midnight, and I couldn't sleep. For some reason I couldn't shake this unyielding mood tonight. Without hesitation, I walked downstairs and into the study beside the living room. No lights were on as I guided myself along the wall, but when I arrived to my destination, I found Mom sitting at the desk. She was smoking a cigarette nervously, and its smolder encompassed her being. The pack was in her shaking hands, and she watched as I entered, her blonde locks a wiry mess.

She gave me an indifferent smile. "Salina."

"Mom?" I was unsure of what to do now, seeing I had found her. "What are you doing in here?"

"You know exactly what I'm here to do." She took an extensive, exaggerated drag from her cigarette. "Shut the door."

I did as she said, and then took a seat across from her.

She spun in her chair, waiting for me to speak.

"Go ahead and ask whatever has been on your mind." Mom said. "We need to communicate."

I took a deep breath, afraid. "Is there… something you haven't told me?"

There was a sigh; it escaped from the pit of my mother's lungs. One that signified there actually WAS an unthinkable thing she has been keeping from me. I grew rigid in my seat as she looked at the floor, fighting internally with herself. The silence lay between us like the death of a loved one, a shift.

"Honey." She began. "I don't know what has gotten into you to make you come up with such absurd questions."

I shook my head. "Mom, don't lie to me."

Her expression was pained and unwilling. "You're not ready for the truth, sweetheart."

"The hell I'm not!" I snapped. "All I want is for you to be honest with me! Communication, remember?"

She scoffed. "Don't be a brat; there is no reason for you to question my motives. I want what's best for you, because I love you! You would understand if you had children of your own, and one day you will know I wanted to keep you safe."

"I've been having these awful dreams, Mom." I whispered. "They might not go away until you tell me."

Her eyes seemed to glaze over with fright. "Dreams?"

"Nightmares." I shuddered at the thought. "Of a man, with razor blades on his hands, telling me you have kept something of importance away from me."

"They're just dreams." She shivered. "Nothing more."

I stood up, slamming my hands down on the table. "Not to me, mother! They are as real as you and me!"

She slumped onto the table, burying her head in her hands. "Your father is not really your father."

Out of anything I anticipated to hear, this wasn't it.

"I cheated on him." She murmured, mostly to herself. "Your real father was a force to be reckoned with. There was no telling him no. He was a special kind of person, one who makes you forget all of the troubles and responsibilities in your life."

"Who was he?" I could barely summon these words.

"I didn't know his name." she replied. "I met him at a club I went to with your aunt…"

Eighteen Years Earlier

The music was pulsating feverishly through the dancing bodies of the young and beautiful. Each face I glanced at was in shadow, moving in sync with the madness. My sister had brought me out to celebrate after the birth of my first child Jennifer. I had lost all of my baby weight quickly and I felt good in this new, black cocktail dress.

"Vivian!" I called, but my voice barely traveled through the sound. "Vivian!"

Wherever she had run off to, she was contained by the crowd of drunken party people.

I began to freak out, pushing through the line of never-ending dancers. Then there was this sense of eyes watching my every movement, a chill crept upon my moistened skin. I whipped around to see a man, in all black, sitting at the bar. His eyes were as amber as the bourbon he drank, dark hair falling to his shoulders, tousled handsomely. A chiseled face and slim figure added to his physical mystique, he was beautiful, his inhumanly pale skin practically glowing.

Carefully, I made my way over to the bar, suddenly calm.

"What would you like to drink, doll?" The bartender asked, cleaning a glass.

I thought for a moment. "How about some vodka on the rocks."

The man smiled widely at my statement. "Ah, you like the hard stuff, do you?"

I nodded. "It sooths my nerves."

"What is your name? And why is such a gorgeous young woman unaccompanied?" he held his eyes strictly on mine.

"Farah Louis." I answered.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Farah. Such a lovely name for such a charming creature."

"Thank you." A blush crept upon my cheeks as I was handed my drink, and downed it quickly.

He lifted a perfect hand to my cheek, bringing his lips to the corner of my jaw. "Why don't we get out of here, Farah, darling?"

My husband.

"I'm sorry, but I'm married." I tried to pull away, but this only caused him wrap an arm around my waist.

"Does that matter?" He crooned, moving to my neck.

My daughter.

I felt my limbs going numb, a burning enveloped my core. "Please, he would be devastated."

"Come with me." He brought his hand lower, then reached up my skirt.

My desire.

Without a second thought, he lifted me into his arms, and I was taken into a back room in the bar. There was a bed, some red and white candles flickered in numerous places around the space. The walls were blood red and I was thrown down onto the black velvet sheets. He hungrily studied me with his eyes, stiff with craving.

"You are mine, now." He growled. "I've been waiting for you for so long…"

I was astounded and afraid. "What do you mean?"

"Do you not remember me?" he undid his shirt, tossing it to the floor.

My mind was blank.

"I have watched over you for years." His hands tore at my dress, ripping it to shreds, a terrifying expression overcoming him. "In your darkest dreams."

I thought of all the nightmares I had as a child and adult, ones of a dark shadow stalking me through the night. Calling out to me.

"There's no way." I started to pull away, but he pushed me back down.

"There is a way." He kissed my exposed collar bone.

I scrunched my eyes, tears streaming down my face. "You're not real."

"But I am." He spoke softly. "And you will have my child."

I thrashed against him, overwhelmed by his psychotic demeanor.

He laughed sinisterly. "You can't outfight an immortal, girl. I am the demon that has latched itself to you. I will never go away."

Struggling was futile as I caved to his tempting person. He took a part of me that night that I could never take back, and I knew what was to come. The next morning I woke in my home, lying on the couch, Vivian next to me. I was partially relieved.

When I missed my period I took a test, it came back positive, and yet the 'dream' still disturbed me. My husband and I had intercourse after that night, but a part of me knew it wasn't his. When Salina was born, she didn't look anything like James or I. She looked exactly like her father.

Present Day

Mom finished her story.

"My real father…" I trailed off. "Was a demon? You've got to be kidding!"

"I'm not teasing you, Salina."

I was shaking. "This is real?"

She nodded.

"You cheated on Dad?" I began feeling the sting of tears graze my eyes.

"I'm sorry." She refused to meet my gaze. "I know this is hard to believe, but you can't tell him he's not your real father."

I didn't say anything else, and I made my way upstairs.

This was unforgivable.