All Chapters of HIDDEN EDGES : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sitting all alone in the room, I stare through the window into the forest, looking deeply but seeing nothing at all, as it has only my eyes but not my mind. Since Dylan left to God knows where, I've been thinking, trying to understand my situation, asking myself a lot of questions that I can't seem to find an answer to.I look down at the key in my hand. "Let it lead you", were the last words he spoke to me, leaving me hurt, scared, confused and clueless. I still can't believe Dylan's been lying to me. About his birthday, his brother, Selena, everything.I can't trust him anymore, I don't even know if this key is a trap. "Pfft, who am I kidding?" I say to myself as I lay down with my face in the pillow. I know I still love him. It's like I'm programmed to love him, that I can't help it even if I try, and in a way, I still trust him. He's my husband after all. My stomach grumbles and that's when I remember I haven't had anything to eat all day, and it's past eight. I get up, looking

Like a sudden heavy flood, fear washes over me, shaking me to my roots as I stare at this new Dylan in front of me. I move away from him, only for me to fall on the floor, hitting my butt hard but not really feeling any pain as the only thing on my mind is how to get away from this beast.He gets up and looks at me menacingly, standing on all fours on the bed with a sharp sinister smile on his face, exposing his newly developed fangs.I scurry away, my back hitting the bathroom door and I get up quickly, forcing my shaky hands to twist the knob open but failing woefully as I hear a low growl, and before I could turn around, he rams into me, tackling me to the ground painfully and scratching my arms with his claws as I try to pry free from his hold. His heavy weight pinning me to the ground, limiting my movement. I scream in agony as the scratches become deeper and more painful as the seconds pass, blood oozing out from my arms, the saltiness of my tears filling up my mouth. His loud g

Dylan's light brown hair suddenly turns darker, growing quickly all over his body. His arms, legs, torso and face, just like Jake, a younger version of Jake. I never knew I had married a beast. They both fight and clash against each other. Soon enough, Jake's on top, scratching and tearing at Dylan, who seems to be in so much agony. I can't watch this go on any longer."Stop!!!" I shout at the top of my lungs, but they don't hear me, or they choose to ignore me. Hot tears running down my eyes, my heart tearing apart, hearing my husband shout and fight in pain, that's if I can still call him that. So much has been kept hidden, so many lies have been told. I can't believe I've been oblivious to everything all this while. Whatever happens, I have to get out of here. Dylan? He'd find a way out.Hurriedly, I run out of the room praying they didn't notice me over their fighting and grappling.Running as fast as my shaky legs would take me, I go in whichever direction my brain tells me whi

Hard across my face, leaving a sharp stinging pain behind, Jake strikes me, his eyes burning with fury and anger as he wipes the saliva from his face with the back of his palm. The slap hurt ten times more than I could ever have prepared for, my teeth aching me immediately coupled with a loud ringing in my ears and a deep bleeding cut in my lower lip."That is the least pain you'll receive before dying, you slut!"He threatens, and I smirk at him, revealing my bloodied teeth, fighting the urge to spit on him again. He stands back and walks towards a shelf, a few seconds, and he is back with a black box which he dropped on the ground in front of me, startling me.My heart drops to the pit of my stomach as I see the contents of the black box. Different types of small knives, a tong, pincers, thumbscrews amongst others. My eyes shine wide, a stray tear escaping from my pleading eyes and I shake my head slowly, begging him not to do what he's about to."Oh," he laughs mockingly, "where's

"Baby!!" I whined and faked a cry, hitting his chest playfully, "I really want to go to the beach. You know how much I love it on sunny Saturdays like this.""And you know how much I love the arcade," Dylan says, pressing my cheeks together with his palms, making my face look puffy. "Sacrifice, Crystal. Sacrifice.""But we went to the arcade the last time." I remove his hands from my face, trying to look annoyed. He gives me a look and I know exactly what he means."Okay, maybe not the last time," I say slowly and he cocks an eyebrow."Okay fine, that was last two months, but still...", he keeps looking at me and I sigh in defeat, lying down with my face in the pillow. "We'll go to the arcade." A few seconds pass and I feel him shift in the bed and his head on my ass."I'll fart in your face, you meanie," I threaten, which earns me a laugh, the best sound I've ever heard in my life and I could never get enough of."I love you so much, babe.""I love the beach so much, Dylan," I say a