Chapter 10: Henry's Past 4
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Lilith stood frozen as Wendy screamed at her to leave.
Her heart cracked. How had things changed so quickly? From sharing secrets and laughter… to this cold, merciless rejection?
When she walked toward the door, she found Wendy’s parents arriving. Wendy’s mother stopped her immediately.
“Lilith… please don’t come here again.”
Her voice was firm, guarded. “Wendy gets angry whenever she sees you. She doesn’t want you near her. She’s our only child—we don’t want anything stressing her further.”
The words stabbed Lilith deeply.
She swallowed hard, tears already burning her eyes.
“I… I understand,” she whispered.
She stepped aside and let them pass.
Once they were out of sight, the tears finally burst.
What had she done wrong? How had a friendship so precious turned into something this painful?
She went home, but the familiar space offered no comfort.
The nightmares she had been having lately clouded her thoughts, making everything feel darker, heavier.
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Lilith tried to resume her life. She forced herself to go to work, hoping distraction would help.
Instead, the opposite happened.
While she was organizing files one afternoon, her supervisor called her in.
“Lilith, your services are no longer needed.”
“No longer needed?” Lilith frowned. “Why? What did I do wrong?”
There was no explanation.
“No reason. Pack your things.”
Just like that—cold, blunt, cruel.
She packed her belongings and walked out, feeling like the world had turned poisonous.
At home, she cried on her bed until her pillow was soaked. Losing Wendy was already too much… and now her job too? What kind of storm was she trapped in?
With no one else to talk to, she called her young aunt—her closest family.
“I’ll come check on you later,” her aunt promised gently.
But before evening came…
Lilith’s phone rang again.
Unknown number.
Shaky voice.
“Lilith, it’s about Wendy…”
Lilith shot upright. “What about her?”
“Wendy… she committed suicide.”
Lilith froze.
Everything inside her shattered.
“No… no, no, no…” she cried, her voice breaking as she collapsed onto the floor. “What is happening around me?”
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Later that evening, her aunt arrived with her husband. They found Lilith with swollen, red eyes.
“What’s wrong, baby?” her aunt asked softly.
Lilith told them everything—Wendy’s sudden death, her fears, her confusion. Her aunt looked shocked, covering her mouth.
“How could this happen?”
As they talked, Lilith suddenly paused and stared at her aunt’s stomach.
“Aunt… you’re pregnant?”
Her aunt smiled warmly. “Yes. Eight months. I’m almost due.”
Lilith reached out uncertainly. “Can I touch it?”
“Of course.”
She placed her hand on the rounded belly, her eyes softening.
“Wow… you look like you’re carrying twins.”
Her aunt laughed. “No, just one little boy.”
The room lightened for a moment, and they continued talking. Before leaving, her uncle pressed money into her hand.
“Use this until you find another job.”
Lilith burst into grateful tears. “Thank you… both of you.”
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Days passed.
Wendy’s burial came, and Lilith attended quietly, hiding behind sunglasses and staying far from Wendy’s parents. She stood by the grave and whispered:
“Rest easy, Wendy… and watch over us.”
Later that evening, she relaxed on her couch reading online novels when her uncle called again.
His voice was trembling.
“Lilith… your aunt… your aunt—”
“What happened?!” Lilith jumped up.
“She fell down the stairs. She’s in the hospital. She was bleeding badly. I—I’m scared.”
Lilith nearly dropped her phone.
“No… not her too… Please, take care of her. Call me with updates.”
But the next morning, the news came.
Her aunt had lost the baby.
The child couldn’t be saved.
Lilith cried until her chest hurt.
What curse was creeping into the lives of everyone close to her?
And that’s when she saw the pattern…
Everyone she had touched with her palms—
Wendy.
Her aunt.
Even her uncle… her coworker… anyone she physically comforted—
Something terrible happened afterwards.
The curse from the evil faction was spreading through her blood… through her skin… through her touch.
And she didn't even know it.
Terrified, Lilith decided she had to move away.
She didn’t understand the nightmares.
She didn’t understand the deaths.
She didn’t understand the marks on her palms.
But she understood one thing:
Everyone near her was dying.
And she had to get away before the curse claimed another life.
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