Chapter 5

DEAN'S POV

 

As I laid in bed, various thoughts raced through my mind. I gazed at the ceiling with an indifferent look. My eyes continued to blink like they were controlled by some switch.

It had been a really stressful day for me and every effort to relax had proved abortive. I felt a nagging headache. I rose to my feet in search of some drugs to help cool myself but there was none. There was only one solution and that was for me to go to bed. I was sure I'll be fine by the time I awake.

 

I laid back on the bed and continued to gaze at the ceiling with the hope that I would be asleep in a few minutes but the sleep refused to come again. It was frustrating. Shutting my eyes tight did the magic for I was asleep in a jiffy.  I woke up in another realm with my eyes flickering around. It was dark all over and nothing could be seen except the sharp ray of darkness that enveloped the entire place.

 

"Hello! Who's here?" Somebody save him!" I yelled in a loud voice that echoed through the place. The vibration alone sent me reeling to the floor and I couldn't get myself. The response almost choked the life out of me such that I was scared to make another sound but then I just couldn't remain in the dark and without Anyone to come to my aid. I couldn't continue to allow myself to stay where I am.

"Hello!" I yelled again but this time, making good sure to shut my ears against the echoes of my voice.

 

"Yes! What do you want?" I heard someone say but strange enough, there was no one in sight. I was dumbfounded and began to sweat. Perspiration trickled down my face at that very moment and all I wanted to do was to run out. "Who are you? Show yourself before me!" I commended myself as I managed to summon courage, the same courage that wasn't there over time. The same courage I had managed to summon when I killed my fiance. I shuddered, scolding myself vehemently.

"Damn you! You aren't meant to be speaking about her and you know that!" I muttered to myself with my heart thumping gigantically against my chest.

"Oh really! You shouldn't be speaking about the person you killed so their spirit doesn't come back to haunt you," the voice said to me again, startling me. The voice sounded familiar to me… so familiar that I couldn't get it out of my head.

 

"Damn it! Who the fuck are you!" I yelled, placing my hand over my ears to shut out the sound.  At that very moment, I saw blood dripping from the wall at every corner I stared at. "Ah! Ah! Ah! I'm never going to let you be. I'm going to make you go through hell for killing me!" The voice announced as it came nearer and nearer to me.

"Noooo!" I shrieked and then jerked awake. I was sweating profusely like I had just had my bath. I was also panting hard. For almost a Minute, I continued to pant, trying to catch my breath.

 

The door came open just at that moment and in walked Agnes with her bag clasped to her armpit. She seemed so scared as she stood beside me. Obviously, she had heard my yell just as she was coming in and had decided to come check it out for herself.  "Are you alright? Dean!" She called with her hands placed on my body. She felt for my temperature and when she was satisfied, she moved it down to my face, holding it like it was some kind of valued possession.

 

"What happened to you? I heard you scream just as I was coming in…" her brows creased and she looked so serious, more serious than I wanted to be. I wanted the air to be light so as to make me calm from the calamity that just befell me.

"Regina! Regina! She appeared to me in my dream and wouldn't let me. She almost killed me," I narrated to Agnes who listened on with keen interest. She was shocked to the marrow and was utterly dumbfounded..

"Did… you… Just.. say Regina appeared to you in the… dream?" She queried, stammering uncontrollably. It was quite weird because I had never known Agnes to stammer before now. I was damned sure that she was scared as well and was only trying to act all tough and mighty.

 

"Yes. I saw her in my dream and it was so scary. She wanted to kill me. I swear, she wanted to…" I was still sweating and the trauma from what I saw continued to haunt me. I shivered as my eyes darted around with the thought that she was still lurking around, trying to hurt me.

"I doubt if this is true but then you've got nothing to worry about though. You should relax your mind, got it!  Nothing's going to happen to you. Why don't you go out and have some fun time?" She suggested it and I couldn't help but agree with her. It would greatly help me unwind, yet I didn't want to go. The urge to get to my feet and leave the house just wasn't there and it was something to worry about.

 

"No, thank you but I don't think I want to go anywhere. I'll be fine here. We can go some other time.." a sigh escaped from my lips as she locked gaze with mine. It was beautiful and scary at the same time, scary because it was something that appealed so much to me up until that moment.

 

She sulked and clasped her hands together with a sullen grimace. She looked so upset and somehow, I found humor in the way she acted and couldn't but burst into laughter. "Is it funny? No you tell me why you're laughing? You were looking like a child drenched in the rain a few seconds back and now you're laughing at me for getting angry at you…" she shot at me and rose to her feet with immediate effect. Her eyelids batted against her face, making her look so Vicious.

"Fine! If you're not going! Then I'm going nowhere as well. I'm in the room once you're ready to leave!" She mumbled and darted off,, swaying her ass from left to right. I smacked my lips as I stared at it, my John Thomas springing into action.

 

"Come on bitch! Don't you know when to act and when not to act?" I scolded it, tapping it gently like it had a mind of its own. Oh yes! It does have a mind of its own Because I definitely wasn't thinking of anything naughty when it suddenly sprung. I rose to my feet and headed into the room where Agnes was waiting for me, my dick bouncing around in the short I was clad in.

The moment I got in, I turned the key through the lock and walked towards where she laid. Her lips were still pursed and she looked as if she had just battled a demon. Her hands were clasped together over her chest. I moved closer to her with a wide grin and rested my hands on her laps, slowly rubbing in.

 

"Stop it! Come on… stop it!" She said slowly and with a blush.. I needed no one to tell me she didn't mean it. That gave me the conviction to press farther. She felt so warm and sexy. I moved my hand to the back of her head, held it and then planted a kiss on her lips. It was short but passionate. Her breathing had greatly increased. She Wanted it as much as I wanted it. I pulled her closer to me and locked my lips in hers, sucking away like my life depended on it. A moan seeped through her lips. It was gentle and sexy, turning me on just the way I loved to be turned on.

"Touch me baby! Touch me!" She moaned as silently as she could. I continued to kiss her as my hand moved up to her boobs. I cupped one of the two round pearls that sat on her chest, fondling it as gently as I could. Her aureole against my hands felt quite good and pushed me to do more. I was still fondling her boobs when she suddenly moved her hand to my hand dick, clutching it with all her strength. A strong sense of passion swept through me and I could feel my cum gathering. It was weird that just a touch from her could make me feel that way. Perhaps it was as a result of the way she grabbed it.

She began to fondle my dick sending waves of passion through me… I was in heaven and it felt all good to be true, not until I saw the image on the wall. I tried to ignore it at first but I couldn't. It was gory and I began to feel something choking me down.