All Chapters of HIDDEN EDGES : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"Huh?" I ask bewildered, letting a dry, emotionless laugh escape my lips. "My heart? You must be insane Sean. You want to know something? I do not have a heart," A tear escapes from my left eye and I wipe it off quickly, refusing to look weak in front of this godforsaken animal. "My heart was taken by someone who's dead now and neither I nor you can get it back.""So this is still about him? How long are you going to remain in this state cause of dead meat?" he says, and immediately, I raise my hand and strike him hard across his face without thinking about the consequence."Don't. You. Ever. Talk about him." I say threateningly with so much anger in my voice, although I know there's little to nothing I could do to him. "EVER."Like a flash of light, he tackles me to the bed, his knees on either side of me keeping me in place and his hands pinning mine to the bed firmly with his face a few inches from mine, his hot minty breath fanning against my face as he breathes heavily, obviously

My heart races fast as I stand in front of this mirror wearing the dress and shoes Sean got me with my hair packed in a ponytail. The black circles around my eyes are so evident, but no more than the fact that I've lost a lot of weight. I almost couldn't recognize myself when I first came in before I took my bath. A long relaxing bath, although I couldn't close my eyes for fear of what I might see.I wonder what Sean has planned out and who the people I'm meeting are. Are they the ones that'd determine what to be done with me? I'm so confused and indifferent as well right now.I wouldn't fight for my life, nor would I ask for an easy death. If my death is what this is all about, then I can't wait to meet these people. Sighing, I leave the bathroom and go into the room to find Sean standing by the window and looking through it in a black suit. His shoulders look really broad and even the thick material of his suit can't hide his strong biceps.Sensing my presence, he turns around, an

"It's just a dream. It's just a dream." I chant to myself as I back away from the army of living dead people, zombies approaching me with long fangs and claws. Dylan and Jake leading the troop. I back away in fear, although fully aware it's just a dream. I close my eyes tightly and open them up again in hopes of finding myself back in my room, but hope isn't for someone like me.All too familiarly and startling, my back meets a dead end, colliding with a wall and misery all at once. Dylan's lips curve into a creepy smile, revealing brown crooked teeth and just then, they all jump at me, clawing at whatever skin their decaying hands could reach.The all too familiar smell of my blood fills my nostrils and yet again, my infamous screams, pleading for help that would never come my way, hurts my throat.Panting heavily, I open my eyes and sit up in fear, switching on the light from the new lamp I found in my room, but soon calming down in the realization that it was just a dream. A night

"Hey." The soft whispers of a familiar masculine voice disturb my not so peaceful slumber. Trying to recollect my distorted memories, I open my eyes slowly adjusting them to the light and environment."You're awake." The voice comes again, clearer this time and I look beside me to see Sean, looking at me with so much concern and relief. That's when I remember all that happened and immediately, I try to scoot away from him in fear, afraid of what he might do to me."Hey." He says slowly like he's talking to a baby, "I won't hurt you." He tries to touch me, but I flinch on impulse, and he sighs, his slight smile falling completely as he retreats back and sits on the couch."Why did you do it?" he asks, and I'm lost for a second before realizing he was referring to the cuts. I look at my arm and see they are starting to close, three horizontal red lines incised in my left arm. They'll surely leave ugly scars, scars that'll forever remind me of these times. My pain, my hurt, my fears, my

"Shall we begin." Sean's voice, calm but thick and powerful, sends a shiver down my spine."How have you been faring Sean?" The man beside me breaks the awkward silence."Very well, thank you. Now, to the matter of the day," Sean responds curtly."For how long are we going to have humans meddle?" Miranda speaks, sounding a little less surprised and angry than before. Looks like she expected me this time."She's not meddling if it's her business too, Miranda." He responds sternly."Yes, yes," the young man speaks, "so what's the plan?""The wedding. The ritual. Then the coronation." Sean says, "Three steps we're yet to take but have to take.""And who's the bride?" Aiden says finally, and my heart beat quickens along with sweat forming on my palms, which I rub together. "Is it this sick and defiled-looking human?" Sean tightens his fists so strongly under the table, his veins making strong evident lines on his arms, but he stays silent, allowing him finish. "I will not stand by and wat