When Daniel sat down to drop me off, I assumed we had arrived at her house. "Did we arrive?" I got down after asking in a hilarious way.
Mercy was by the window, and I was glad to see her again. Something made her eyes pause, but she was unaware of my presence, so I approached quietly. "Mercy." She turned abruptly to face me.
"Kevin." She called my name in awe. "Stay there, I'll come." Huskily, she whispered.
A few seconds later, she dashed out and approached me. When I turned to face her, my wide eyes felt frozen, and I couldn't blink. She smiled and gave me an unexpected hug, so I embraced her.
"I thought you were gone." She whispered pathetically.
I gasped, surprised. "You know what? I can't do it." I gently brushed her hair before running my fingers across her neck. For a brief moment, I considered the fact that I had waited 22 years. She raised her head slowly, meeting my gaze. I shivered when I touched her face. I'd never had an experience like this before. It took me a few seconds to stop shivering. I could see her beautiful eyes and shy smile in the moonlight. Her hands around me were icy cold. I did not want to hear any of her concerns. Instead, I kissed her and made her blush.
"How did you get here?" She stared at me suspiciously again.
"Daniel brought me here. He understood my love; you don't." I responded with a cold voice.
"I apologize; I don't have another option."
I pulled her close to my chest. Suddenly, I grimaced. "Someone is looking at us." I spoke disgustingly.
"Have you seen him?" she inquired.
"No, I can feel it."
"Nobody can come here, Kevin." She muttered softly.
I sat on a bench beneath a tree and beckoned her to join me. I wrapped my arm around her. We had talked about everything for several minutes before I became extremely cold. "We should go inside. Your hands are very cold. You will get sick. Come." She whispered and walked slowly inside, and I followed suit. "You can sleep here now." She explained after cleaning her bed for me. "Good night." She smiled.
Good night. "Don't let anything bother you," I advised.
When she moved away, I immediately fell asleep. It was a restful night's sleep, with a lovely dream about Mercy. I do not want to get up early because of this wonderful dream. Sweet dreams are like a drug for everyone. Nobody will try to avoid it. But the dream didn't last long.
"Kevin—Kevin." Someone whispered through the window.
I moved agitatedly, and my tired eyes refused to open. "Kevin, wake up." A voice interrupted my dream. I'd heard this voice before, and it feels very familiar to me.
"She is coming to kill you. Wake up, son, I beg you." He screamed with terror. My eyes opened, and I noticed Michael outside the window.
"Hello, Mr. Michael!" I spoke unexpectedly.
"This is not the time for that. Come out soon. Jump through that window!" He persisted.
His gaze was focused on something in the room. I jumped quickly in fear. He motioned for me to sit by the window. "What's wrong with you?" I inquired, my eyes narrowed.
"Shhh." He gently silenced himself by placing his finger against his mouth. "Wait here." He asked me to keep an eye on everything in the room. I have nothing to say; we just watched quietly. The door in front of us opened slowly. Mercy's mother entered the room, groping in the darkness.
Tonight was brighter, with the moon shining through the clouds, and I could see Aunt's determined face as she searched for me. When she slipped and dashed across the bed, she hurriedly attacked the bed where I was sleeping with a piece of coarse wood. "Oh my god!" I said inwardly. I held my breath as she hit the bed.
