Mr. Blue Eyes: Wild Night Dreaming 1 (6 page)

That was when she looked up and unwittingly
exposed her face. She wanted to ask if they were fixing her mommy
on this vacation. But something prevented her from speaking. She
only wanted to see her mommy.

“Oh, gracious! She looks like an angel. What
pretty green eyes!” the woman, the visitor, exclaimed. The woman
who has a kind face admired her for a few more minutes, smiling at
her so adoringly, that she almost… almost smiled. It was because
she was looking at her like her mommy would look at her. Like she
was special. Like she was… loved.

“She is beautiful, right? We hesitate giving
her up to people we don’t know, even after a thorough check and
strict interviews. But we have known you both for a long time and
you have helped us much here with the other children. When you both
said you were ready and willing to adopt, I at once thought of
Carla. We agreed that when we let you take her home, she will be
protected. Not exploited.”

She could only hear them, she hadn’t
understood anything except the word “take her home”.

“Want to go home,” she mumbled.

She did not understand why they made a big
fuss after that. But when they all agreed that she was going home,
she had felt better. The woman with the kind eyes held her hand,
and she talked to her until she let her put her on her lap. The
other visitor, her husband, was looking at both of them
indulgently. It was as if he liked seeing them together.

They took her home. It was a different house
than she remembered, but she could not tell them they were mistaken
when she found the beautiful dolls in the bedroom they said was
hers, and because she really liked the large, pink bed.

It was the home she grew up in.

Later on, when she was grown enough to
understand, they told her that her real parents were both gone.
That her father had killed her mother in a drunken rage, and after
that he shot himself with the same gun he used to kill her. They
said it was done when she was also in the room, but she couldn’t
remember. She could only remember the blood on her mother’s chest,
and the shots the gun made. She remembered, and she had had
nightmares about them.

The nightmares were eventually pushed away by
the beautiful house, the loving parents, and everything else
positive that her adoption into the right family had brought her.
And it had been a family, with her parents and helpers in the
house. The sea soothed her like no other, she shared her mother’s
passion for driving in a long stretch of secluded road, and her
father had been very delighted with her creativity that eventually
showed on her photographs. He often said she got it from him, the
successful architect. And he was always proud when he said
this.

The nightmares were replaced by something
else after her trip to Mykonos.

They were replaced by dreams – dreams of
loving smiles, of hot kisses, of sweat and sex and whispers in the
morning, as she was falling sleep. They were replaced by a hand
groping in the night for her sex, and his penis penetrating her
everytime they make it inside the door of the rented house.

Making sex, anywhere, everywhere inside that
house.

And then he was leaving. He was just gone.
And everything was just… over.

Those dreams would always end with her image
as she looked at a mirror – looking through the large hole in her
chest as if everything within that diameter had been cut out.

A large hole. A large emptiness.

And then she would wake up sweating, with the
screams echoing, but only inside her head....

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Angel Green Eyes: Wild Night Dreaming 2
by Camiel
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