Chapter 9

The next morning, on a Sunday, Velaria awoke from her erotic sex filled dreams. She was so shocked by how vivid it was; she shudder as well at the ghoulish nightmare that she had beforehand. What in the hell had caused her to relive that horrific moment in her life? What is it her conversation with Margo where she mentioned about living through something painful without talking about it? It had to be that she could not think of anything else. ‘Damn, I do need a vacation” she thought to herself as she got out of bed.
She looked at the time, and then realized she how long she had slept. She had laid down yesterday evening at three in the afternoon and somehow slept until eight a.m. Sunday morning. Damn, that was the longest sleep of my life!
However, the dream with that smoking hot stranger, that seemed to feel real. She could feel warmth and soreness in between her legs like she just got fucked really hard. She absolutely loves it. She has been with so many men however, it is difficult for her to find one that could send her to heights of ecstasy that well. It was like he was the god dark sinful desire, fulfilling her every fantasy to utter bliss. She wishes he were real, someone that hot, erotic, and good in bed. Him, she might settle down for. Too bad it is not reality.
She does not understand why but, each time she speaks like that about a man who is built up in imagination, a piece of her heart aches, and her power she shoves down grows hot. She pushes these thoughts away as she steps into the shower as she did earlier. The erotic filled dream has left her soaked. She starts to wash herself off, and she notices her tattoo feels a bit hot. Tattoos don’t heat up? She says to herself shakily.
Anxiety fills her, she steps out of the shower for a moment and looks in the mirror her, she does her best to see the back of her neck. The tattoo has always been right on the spot where the neck meets her back by her shoulders. With wide eyes, she sees the rim of the pitchfork looks red, not like any irritation, more like heated embers and the pitchfork itself seems to have grown slightly. She gasps and runs back into the shower trying to ignore what she saw. A little voice like her subconscious whispers
“there is no turning back now, this was never your home, you have been running for too long” what the hell does that mean?
She ignored the voice, finished showering and walked into her room to dress. For the first time, she forgot to dry off yet, she felt dry, like her skin completely dried her. She was not sure if it was her but, the room felt warm, like the hot summer day outside.
Sundays were her day to typically relax yet, with how much she had slept she felt very refreshed. So, she decided to take a day to have some personal time. She dressed in some blue jeans, and a Bon Jovi t-shirt she had not worn in a while. It had been a long time she did not have to dress up for the office and meetings constantly. She felt a part of herself let loose.
She decided to let herself relax today. No high-end shopping trips with clothes that cost thousands of dollars, no two-hundred-dollar restaurants, just for once in a long time, she was going to go back to the basics of a normal American girl.
She walked out of the apartment building, she hailed a taxicab, and requested to find a Starbucks coffee. She smiled when the cab stopped, and she stepped out to the smell of fresh ground coffee at the “Starbucks reserve” on nineth street. She walked inside and placed her order. She sat down and waited by the window. She remembered the first time she had been there. She had just moved to New York City and was searching for a job. Staying with her aunt to have a decent place to live. She had spent hours on her laptop applying to ever top tech company she could research, praying that she would make a name for herself.
It was here when she met by chance the owner of “Hyde Tech”. She remembered herself feeling and looking worn down, A lot of the jobs wanted to start her out as a secretary or something like that, and she knew she could be so much more than an office maid. She remembered the way they both waited for their orders. He could tell she was new to the city and befriended her. They sat, talked, and became acquainted. The man said he could see a lot of potential in her and offered something hirer up than a meager secretary. He offered her a management position. She smiled at the thought of the gentleman, the only man other than her father or close family who was proper, and kind to her. Who treated her like someone of value, and not a person they want to bend over and sheath themselves in.
A lone tear escaped her eye as she thought about him, she missed having him in her life. He became like a second father to her being so far away from her family. When she heard her name called, she wiped her face, took a deep breath to erase the sad thoughts and collected her order. She then walked out, and decided to walk around the city. The sad reality was a year after she took over the company, she learned that he had been wanting to retire because he was dying of cancer. She smiled with nostalgia the days before his passing, at his house, having dinners with his family. He thought that she would have found some happiness with his grandson Lewis however, she was not interested in a relationship, she still isn’t.
She took a walk-through Central Park, comforted that it was morning time, and it would be a safe place to walk. She strolled through scenic walkways to the fountain and the steps that lead to another block of the city. After finishing her coffee, she walked for a few more hours. She watched couples enjoy their weekend, and children play with their sailboats. Deep down Velaria, actually wanted children however, after the horrific thing that happened to her, she did not think she could have any.
She exited the park and hailed a taxi requesting to take her to the subway.
She walked the steps downward and connected to a subway heading towards Brooklyn. Her favorite pizza place was in Brooklyn. It was a nice sunny day to just spend it visiting old places that she has not been in a while.