The Demon's Bride

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It was quiet around the dinner table, Trish timidly watched her parents as they silently ate their meal. The atmosphere around her and her parents was thick with mix emotions; creating an awkward and depressing feeling inside Trish’s gut. Her mother was slowly chewing her food; poking her fork against her barely touch meal with care. Trish slowly eyed her father sitting at the other end of the table, seeing the glare he made as he violently cut his steak. Trish signed softly, feeling more ashamed of herself. It was bad enough her brother was taken away and most likely murder; but to run away and get raped by the same creature was like a double-edge knife that stabbed both her parents in their tender hearts.

“Can someone pass me the salt?” asked her Father.

Suddenly her mother burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollable as she bought up her hands to cover her face; hiding her despair. Trish felt tears developing, but she choke back and shallow hard; she didn’t want to break down like her mother – but it was proving difficult.

“Debra shut up!” shouted Mr. Jenner; holding back his own tears as he slammed his hand down on the table. “For god’s sake, woman! Pull yourself together!”

“I… I can’t… Oh my babies… why my babies…?” sobbed Mrs. Jenner.

Mr. Jenner turned to his daughter and glare hatefully at the girl; Trish never in her life seen her father act like this before, especially to her.

“This is all your fault!” shouted her father.

“My fault?” said Trish in frustration. “How you figure that?!”

“If you didn’t take the fucking long way home your brother would still be here!”

“Marcus stop it!” Sobbed her mother. “This isn’t helping.”

Mr. Jenner ignored his weeping wife and continue his assault on his daughter, still glaring his frustration and loathing toward Trish.

“Why did you insist on the long way home, huh? Weren’t you suppose to be with your fucking boyfriend? Where the fuck is he?”

“Dad enough! This wasn’t my fault!” screamed Trish, standing up to leave.

“Bullshit!” shouted her father, slamming his hands on the table as he stood. “It’s all your goddamn fault and to top it all off-”

“Marcus stop!” pleaded Mrs. Jenner, trying hard to calm her husband, but to no avail.

“And to top it all off, you had to get raped! By the same mother-fucking beast that took your fucking brother!” screamed Mr. Jenner angrily.

“Fuck this!” scoffed Trish, kicking out her chair with her heel as she stormed out of the room.

Trish dashed toward the stairs, ignoring her parents bickering as they began to argue with one another. How dare her father blame her for everything, she thought to herself. She wasn’t sure why her own father would turn against her and blame Darry’s fate upon her. Trish knew was also an victim to the creature, known as the Creeper as Jezelle liked to call it, but in her father’s eyes she didn’t seem to be. Once she entered her room, Trish finally cracked as she locked her door. Sliding down against her bedroom door, Trish burst into a hysterical sob. Her life, her family, everything she held dear was left in shambles; all thanks to the demon that took everything from her. Trish wasn’t sure how long she cried, but the void in her heart continue to gnaw on her very soul.

Turning her head to the side, Trish caught her reflection on the mirror on her door. She hiccup a depressed sigh, closing her eyes to avoid looking at her bruise face. But she open them to face her displeasing reflection and stare at herself. Two days after her terrible encounter with the Creeper; and her face was still looking like she went a round with Mike Tyson. Struggling to stand on her feet, Trish began to remove her baggy clothing and began to exam herself in the mirror. Bruises, bandages and cuts cover her thin body; the injuries she sustained were almost making Trish not recognize her own self.

Anger, hatred, despair, every negative that humanity knew boiled inside Trish; making her scream as she slammed her fist into the mirror – causing it to crack under the sudden pressure. Blood dipped from the new wound, but Trish was beyond caring; beyond feeling anything. Feeling numb was surprising welcoming to the woman, it was helping her keep sane after everything.

Sanity, she thought humorously to herself. She rather be insane.

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Later that night, Trish was tossing and turning in discomfort in her sleep; the nightmare she was dreaming was of her brother; while the infamous Creeper continue his torture on the screaming boy. As the dream continued, the Creeper had Darry strapped onto what Trish figured was a medical table. Darry struggled to escape his confinement, but the leather straps were to tight. Trish glanced around the dark, rusty room; realizing she was standing there and watching helplessly.

“No!!” she screamed, running to her brother’s aid.

No, she can’t be helpless; she thought frightfully. Trish began to reach for the buckles, but the moment she touch them; she fazed through them. Bringing up her hands to examine them, Trish stared at them with disbelief. Was she a ghost? Did she died? No, she can’t have; she thought. Reaching for the buckles once more, her hands continued to faze through the straps seamlessly as her brother screamed. Suddenly, a demonic hand took hold of her wrist roughly and pulled her toward her deepest nightmare – the Creeper. Trish’s eyes widen in fright, while the Creeper glared at her.

“Wake up.” He spoke.

Trish gasped in fright as she awoke from her nightmare; springing up from her bed as she gasped for air. Running her eyes across her empty room, Trish realize it was nothing more then a nightmare. A harmless, but frightening nightmare. Placing her hand on her sweat-cover brow, Trish began to weep quietly to herself.

“Oh… Darry… I’m so… so sorry…”

Again she was helpless to save her little brother, even in her very own dreams. Trish was in despair, stuck in her eternal self-loathing. Trish felt she could have done more, but also knew she couldn’t dwell on the past anymore; but the guilt would forever haunt her. Rubbing her hand onto her stomach, Trish felt nauseous suddenly. Heading to her own private bathroom, Trish felt the sickening bile threaten to escape as she leaned against her sink. Effortlessly, she allow the sickening feeling to consume her; causing her to vomit. After a few minutes, Trish began to clean herself up – feeling the sickness subsiding. Just as she was about to head to bed, Trish noticed something odd. Glancing at her bosom, she noticed the area around her nipples were darker. Placing a hand on her breast, Trish also noticed they were tender; quite tender in fact. However, Trish dismissed the oddities of her bosom; guessing she was still healing from her encounter from the Creeper to get too concern.

End of Chapter 2