Scared to death
She breathed in deeply and sighed in contentment. The fresh spring breeze felt exhilarating against her skin. Slowly, she opened her eyes and smiled in appreciation. The beautiful purple Jacaranda trees that decorated the sidewalks were always a beautiful sight. As a soft wind blew, the little flowers cascaded to the ground in a rain of stunning purple. She loved this.
For a moment, she could pretend that she had no worries and that she was living in this picture perfect world.
Her smile dampened as her thoughts clouded her mind. As if on cue, a deep thunder rolled through the clouds in the distance. She sighed, her heart breaking yet again.
She had lost her one true love. She had lost him because of her grandfather’s selfish, greedy whims. But that wasn’t the worst part of it. The worst part was that because of her grandfather, she had lost him to death.
The man whom was supposed to love her and spoil her like normal grandfather’s do, only hurt her. Continuously. If she loved wrong, she’d pay. And pay she did.
She closed her misty eyes, reminiscing the time she had met him. He was charming, charismatic. He was everything she had ever dreamed of and for once, because of his affluent family, he would probably be accepted by hers.
But what she didn’t know was that his grandfather had played her grandfather dirty. She had been so confident that this time, they would allow her choices to be. So much so, that she had secretly married him.
Things were going great, she was truly happy. But then, her grandfather had summoned her and ordered her to marry a suitor that he had chosen. She had smiled at him and with a giddy flutter, she told him about her secret marriage. When she mentioned who her husband was, her grandfather had roared in anger, shaking her to her core.
As if that wasn’t the worst of it, her grandfather had ordered a kill. On his own granddaughter’s husband. And it was one of the most gruesome killings the city had seen. She clearly remembered finding his mutilated body in the home they shared. It was an image that could never fade, an image so intense and so gory, she wondered if her mind would ever feel peace again.
She opened her mouth and screamed, fear engulfing her completely. With a sudden surge of adrenaline, she shot up, panting. She looked to her side and breathed a sigh of relief. Her husband lay peacefully next to her. But she knew that it wasn’t over. It would never be over. Not until the old man who was her grandfather (to his disdain) was dead.
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