When Hate Loves

Just a dream...

A  couple  of  hours  later  we arrive at a huge mansion,the type of mansions you only see in magazines that is-if you are me of course.Mr Heasons orders me to get off the car and follow him and like a puppy I do just that.A part of me is quite sure that this is some silly  dream and I will  wake up soon so I might as well enjoy this mansion while it lasts.

"What would you like to eat?" he asks.

I stare at him,look at the floor and stare back at him but still I do not utter a single word.

"Okay maybe that wasn't a very appropriate introduction,My name is Mr Heasons but you  can call me Mike" he continues and I see he is hoping he can get me to  utter a word but still I pretend to not have heard him and I start moving my  eyes all over the place.     

 "Good  day  Mr  Heasons   lunch   will  be  ready  in   ten   minutes   ,what  shall  we  prepare  for  dinner today ?  "  asks a  very  sweet  voice, she  looks  like  she   is   in  her  late   twenties, an  hourglass  figure   and  very  beautiful full lips.She got me doubting my gender for a second.

"Just prepare her one of the rooms and get her clothes and whatever you "girls" need." He says to the lady.

"Follow me" he orders and again like a puppy I follow him into what looked like a dining room.We sat down and in less than ten minutes two ladies started setting the table.I had never seen so much food in one place in my entire life,there were different kinds of bread,various salads,drinks everything was just in all of its assorted form.In less than five minutes they were done.

"Is there anything more that you will need sir?" one of the two ladies ask

"After clearing the table you may take the rest of the day off." There was a way he talked,it was bossy, a matter of fact type of tone it was like he gave out orders,more of a dictator and hell it was both frightening and attractive.

"Thank you sir." said the ladies in unison.They then left one after the other.He started eating,I just sat there still looking at him.I have always been warned not to eat the food in my dreams,apparently its a trap...well if you are from Africa you will understand.

"Eating is not considered crime in this part of the world you know,there is a fork and a knife I assume you know how to use it,if not you can still use your hands."He says while continuing with his food.

I pick up the fork and start dishing up.

"Great so you can hear,we are getting somewhere."Again I pretend to not have heard him and continue dishing up while I think to myself that I will definitely deal with the consequences of eating this food when I wake up but in the meantime I will dig in.

After five minutes of silence he attempts to get me to say something again.

"So do you remember anything about your past?you can just nod if you do."

OH,my past...I remember it quite clearly,in fact from the moment I had common sense.I remember all the brutality,all the hatred,all the love I was deprived,the low self esteem every single thing...the bullying...the part where I had to cry myself to sleep everything just comes back to me and...

"Oh I did not mean to make you cry little one." Mr Heasons says,

I had always been one that cries a lot but never have I ever done it in front of a person,and this which I just did scared me,I felt like I had just  committed a crime,I got scared right there and then.I started feeling really cold I shivered so bad and I wasn't even sure if it was because of my past or because of the fact that I just cried in front of someone other than myself. I stood up trying to run away but then I felt weak and then dizzy...and then I felt like I was about to fall...and then...everything was spinning around very quickly..and then...and then...that was all I could remember.