---- couldn't feel it anymore.

Pain is the first stage Numbness the second And oblivion the third.

lam edging on the second one.

Very soon it will all be over.

Just a little more...

Flashes enter my spiraling mind.

Images too distorted yet visible enough to recall.

Momma caressing my hair as I rest my head on her lap.

Anthony running with my dolls and me chasing him.

Us giggling.

Dad...looking at me on my wedding day.

Doing nothing.

And then I see him.

Those grey orbs from under my veil.

The coldness in them.

The nonchalance.

---- ee = The blood splashing on his his face as he sliced Dad s neck while staring into my eyes.

His lips..

As they kissed me with a tenderness that made my toes curl You are mine Sierra.

Mine lam yours.

T wanted to scream these words to him, but it was too late now.

My breaths were limited and he was not here to listen.

He is gone.

Twill take away all your pains doll.

All I need is for you to trust me.

Take them...

Take them away Xavier.

Please...

take them away.

Take me with you.

Just...

just let me die.

---- Please.

T cant bear this anymore.

One second I was floating, my feet in the air, not deserving enough to touch the earth I have tainted red in my husbands blood and the next second I found an anchor.

A base.

Earth.

My thrashing legs press my weight on this new floor and the first restricted breath reaches my lungs.

T gasp.

What is happening? The sun burning above me was brighter than before, the darkness in the corner of my eyes slowly retreating as I feel the noose around my neck losening.

A gulp of air.

And then another.

My choking lungs, thump to breathe again my ---- eee = slowing heart steadying its pace Tam alive I can breathe.noveldrama

But how.

The anchor.

That floor under my feet.

My teary red rimmed eyes drop down to look at my feet and what I saw had my stuttering heart choke start to life.

There was a palm....

A large palm under my wounded bruised rugged sole.

My dropping eyes follow the veiny arm connected to the palm, those flexing veins, those bulging biceps...

that broad shoulders.

And I go numb.

This must be a dream...

it has to be.

Or am I dead already? There sat the King of all Kings, Xavier King, on his knees, his palm extended touching and supporting my feet.

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