Returning memories

"Run, Maeve! Run ! Maeve! "
The young woman was running, her hair was long, covering her face as she ran, she keep pushing the hair off her face. Holding the little girl hands.
She stopped and stoop, holding the little girl by the shoulders. Staring at her blue eyes.
“You’ve to run, Don’t let them get you. Baby. I promise to come get you. I’ll come look for you baby. Momma is gonna come for you. Just promise me one thing, you stay alive.” She kissed her little hands and hugged her.
“I love you.” She kissed her forehead.
“Run, run, Maeve run!”
She jerk up from the bed, panting heavily. It felt so real, who could have been that woman calling her, what happened to the woman, the person calling her. Why, what's was even going on.
Momma. What does that mean?

She exhaled, standing up from the bed. And glanced down at the clothes she wore and a smile crept up her lips.
She walked out of the room and was hit with a sweet smelling aroma, she sniffed and was following the aroma, which was taking her towards the kitchen.
She watched him, his back was against her. His muscle tussle up as he work on whatever he was cooking, he was bare down to his mid-riff and with an apron. His skin was so smooth and she was tempted to know how it would feel with her teeth on them.
Those thought..
She scolded herself.
Noticing he was been watched, he turned and caught her staring at him. He flashed her one of his cutest smile.
"Is that how you say good morning"
He chuckle wiping his hands with a towel.
"You should sat, breakfast will be ready in a sec"
She nodded, walking fully into the kitchen.
But halt on spot. She hadn't notice she was transforming, it wasn't as painful as it was before now it appears normal to her without the slightest pain.
Her nails were growing long and curvy.
And she was thankful his back was against her.
She crack her knuckles.

And moved closer to him but something rebel her backward, something she couldn’t decipher, so strong, she couldn’t bring herself to hurt him. That made her fought with the demon inside of her. Though it was already consuming her completely. She groaned in pain. Cause she was hurting herself.
She staggered on her feet, she can’t she hurt him.
Not Dixon.
She didn’t want him to see her like this so ugly. And not herself. She can’t control her body anymore.
slowly walked away from him......
Time for a feast..
But,
Somewhere else.
"I prepared some chicken...." he turned and saw no one, he glance around, she was here, a while ago.
"Alien " he called but there was on reply. And the only thing he heard was the sound of the door, as she shut it.
" What..."
He hurried out of the kitchen, throwing a shirt on and instantly, was running out of the house..
"Maeve!"
With this going on, he was sure gonna die before she even thought of killing him. He was already behaving like a mad dog. She was changing him, when he was supposed to change her.
“Alien!”

*******

"I need to think of something, something needs to be done.”
Roy glance at Beryl whose full attention was on him.
"Don’t give me that look of yours.”
Beryl rolled her eyes.
"Why was that old witch so desperate for it, could it be that she was aware of what we were planning or could she had known where the unravel- haired is?" He pondered.
Beryl rolled her eyes again.
"Don't roll your eyes on me!"
She scoffed, moving away from him.
"I should have watched her die and didn’t leave her sight. You caused it, it was because of you she was able to escape. You. Why couldn't my dad find it that day and how come she knew the exact spot the book was?"
He ruffled his hair. This is all so annoying.
Beryl had her eyes fixed on him the entire time, watching him.
Without saying a word, what she saw him did was all so strange to her. She’s still trying to believe it wasn’t him. And her fear of him only got worse.
"I told you to stop staring at me like that.” he held her on her neck, lifting her off her feet.
She coughed.

Holding his hands.
"R...o...y"
He held her to the wall, his grip tighten around her neck.
Her face grew red, she couldn't breath.
" Don't talk to me except I tell you too. Know your boundary. We're just f**k buddy"
He spat on her face and punched her on her stomach. And punched her again.
“R_oy”

Her face was filled with tears,
“You’re hurting me.”
“That’s what I want!” He barked in her face.
He punched her hard again and let go of her. She collapsed on the floor crying. This was what she feared. And it all happening to her. How did she get here in the first place?

In less than a second he squat beside her.
“Babe, I didn’t know what happened, you know I won’t hurt you. It all happened too fast, I didn’t know what I was thinking.”
He was caressing her face, wiping the tears away.
“Am sorry, I won’t ever hurt you anymore.”
He was crying on her shoulders, pulling her into a hug.
“It was a mistake, I wasn’t thinking straight.”
“Just go away.”

“I won’t leave you baby.”
Beryl only cried, without replying.
How’s she gonna escape this? Escape from the hands of this psychopath.
Dixon was already out of the house, running on the street, when it dawned on him that he wasn’t covering his face, he didn’t bring his face cap with it. He was definitely appearing in any of those bloggers stories on socials. The massive glance he was getting from passerby. He almost thought he was still a celebrity.
"Isn't that Dixon?"
"Omg, it him"
"How pathetic"

He became more conscious of where he was, she couldn’t have passed this way, could she? She doesn’t even know any one around here, where could she’d gone to?
Those lingering prying eyes. Followed his every move. He stopped running and began walking instead.
" He will never be able to rise again"
"Tsk tsk tsk, he's no different from lowlife like us"
“Heard he didn’t spend his entire jail term. Yet he came out of prison.”
"But he's still handsome! And amazing as always” A lady screeched loud enough for for everyone to hear.
"Love you Dixon!" She waved dramatically in the air.
Dixon spun around.

And caught a glimpse of her smiling face, with her cute dimples. She hurried over to meet him. She stood in front of him, and run her hands over her shirt.
“Hi, am Elmer. An investigating journalist. Am a fan.” She smiled harder. And stuffed her hands in her pocket, bringing out her card.
She gave it to him, he took it from her. And made to past by her. She held his hands.
“Am in haste.”
“I’ve something to tell you, I don’t know if we could meet up.”
“I’ll call.” He replied and hurried past her without her holding it.
“You better make it quick Dixon, I don’t know how long I’ve left.” She looked behind her, a man in hoodie quickly hid behind someone.
Dixon wandered around for a while but there was still no trace of maeve, where could she be?. If he continue this way he won't be able to find her in time and he his name would have been the most trend on social media...
And the was only one person that could help him now that he needed one.
He pulled out his phone from his pocket, pulling a call through Linda.
"Oh gawd! Dixon!" She cried.

"Where are you, how are you doing, I have been calling you, you haven't been picking my calls, why? I was worried, I thought...."
" Mom"
And that sent her numb on the phone. Dixon wasn't the one to call her mom, he does that whenever he had something important to say or a request.
He ruffled his hair and exhaled.
"Are you there?"
"Dixon, you need something?”
“I need your help.”
“What is it?”

*******

Maeve stared down her skin, as it grow darker, with the blood stains on it. She was somewhere in the woods again, and had no idea how she got here.
The woman lay beneath her with her body divided and disfigured...
She stood up, but fell afterwards..then saw a figure running towards her. And caught her before she fell.
“Maeve!”
The voice whispered.