A soft, dreamy sigh escaped the lips of the girl he was after. She was staring into the full length mirror in the bathroom on her hall. All she saw was her plain, ugly face. It wasn’t appealing to any of the people she had ever liked. Her eyes were the only thing on her face that really wasn’t average at all. No one she knew had those mist colored eyes, speckled with violet, except her father. It was true, she hated herself. Her face was ugly, her body not that of a, REAL, dancer. It was horrendous.
Not only that... She saw her parents. The face of her mother, framed with the exact same thick red hair. Those freckles, it reminded her so much of the woman that had died to show her daughter how much she cared. And those eyes... Those eyes... It was almost as if she had taken them right off of her fathers face and put them on her own. That was exactly why she hated the way she looked. She didn’t want to look like them. They deserted her.
With one last cold look at herself, she turned away for that mirror and walked back to her room, never suspecting a thing. Why should she though? How often did a man sneak into her room, with intentions of taking her away from everything she had ever known? She didn’t even bother to turn on the light as she went to her bed.
Her dreams closed in on her faster than they had ever before. Her body relaxed against the bed and her breathing evened. The dream world that she lived in was almost normally consisted of things that happened in everyday life, nothing out of the ordinary like some. Tonight, it was a nightmare about the worst thing that had happened in her life so far, but her sleep was so deep that this time, she couldn’t make herself wake up.
And so, Caroline was forced to relive it....
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“Mommy where are we going now?” A tiny little red haired girl asked the woman in the front passenger seat.
“Home. It’s about time seeing as we haven’t been back there for a while. Staying at grandma’s was fun though! Wasn’t it? You played all day everyday Caroline! Sooo much energy!” The woman leaned over and tickled the younger Caroline.
-No... No we aren’t... Mom don’t go home please don’t! Dad turn the car around! Please!- The cries of her mind weren’t heard and Caroline’s dream continued on the way it always did.
“Sweetie do you want to stop on the way home?” Her father looked up in the rear view mirror at her with the same misty eyes that she had. The little girl shook her thick curls and she bounced slightly in her seat. “Daddy lets just go home!” Caroline couldn’t help but stare at her parents, the perfect picture of a loving couple.
“Alan we should just take her home.” Her mother said. Alan, her father, turned his head slightly, letting his shaggy, dark black hair swish out of his eyes. His skin and hair made his eyes stand out even more. The fact that he had that deep tan skin and rusty voice was the reason that Caroline’s mother had fallen in love with him in the first place. “Oh alright Marielyn. To home we go.” He sighed and pouted his thick lips.
Marielyn smiled contently. “Thanks hun.” She laced her finger with the ones on his free hand. Her eyes were an energetic, laughing green. Those thick, wild red curls that framed that heart-shaped face, we the same as the curls that her daughter Caroline had. The thick, Irish accent was obvious on her soft voice.
“Mommy I’m tired...” Little Caroline whispered, not realizing that this was going to be one of the last things that she ever said to her parents. “Then go to sleep my baby bird. I will wake you up when we get home.” Her father let go of his wife’s hand for a moment or two just to kiss his fingertips and pat her head gently. “Love you sweet heart. Pleasant dreams.” They said at the same time. After a slight yawn she answered with a muffled, “I love you too.”
Suddenly she was jerked back to reality to witness the last few seconds of her parent’s lives. They held each other as the car flipped, landing on it’s nose in the ditch.
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All the while that she was dreaming the man crouched in the corner watched her. God she was so beautiful.... After a few moments of that, he moved from the corner to her bedside. Breathing slowly, he reached out his hand and touched her shoulder lightly. When she didn’t react he smiled and let his hand trail softly down her arm. He slid his arms under her body, wrapping it up in a blanket as he pulled her close to his body. He sighed happily, loving the feeling of finally holding her. Her. The woman that he dreamed so much about, the one that he had been so undeniably obsessed with, and still was.
There was no other way to describe how he felt other than cherishing. He was cherishing the moments that he had her close to his body. Her weight wasn’t even a bother to him so he didn’t falter as they slid towards the ground. Soon enough though, his sleeping beauty twisted slightly, shocked by the sudden cold that she now felt.
Jerit didn’t notice that as he placed her in the backseat of his car. Thats when Caroline was starting to wake up. The blonde male was far too elated to realize it. I finally have her! Her... My Caroline... I can’t believe it...
