Monday, August 14, 2017

WEP - REUNIONS "FIRST LOVE NEVER DIES"


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REUNIONS

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FIRST LOVE NEVER DIES


Mathew taught me how to catch a football, and was Romeo to my Juliette in the school play, my first kiss, and my first love. Mathew became my friend in grade school and my lover in high school. When an opportunity to go to England for college arrived, he insisted I take it. For the first year, we tried maintaining a long-distance relationship but failed.

He met someone else, and I had to let him go. It was only fair. I’d left him. When I came home to bury my parents, I found that he’d not returned after college. No one knew where he was. And then the reunion committee sent out the invitations to our ten-year class reunion. I had to go. He might be there.



He was.

He caught my eye, and it was as though all those years between hadn’t occurred. His smile told me all was forgiven. Still the most handsome man in the room, all muscle, with deep blue eyes, and dark curly locks. He was just as I imagined, unassuming, funny, and sweet. I couldn’t believe I’d ever let him go. I hoped this time it would end differently.

“You never married?” I held his hand in mine. “Me neither.”

“How could I, you were living in another country.” Mathew grinned, and my heart melted.

“You do realize that air travel has been possible since the last century?”

He laughed. “I’m a pilot. I’d better be aware of that fact.”

I was impressed. I knew he graduated with an engineering degree, but I didn’t know he’d learned to fly a plane. “That’s wonderful, congratulations!”

“I’d love to show you the night sky. Would you fly with me?”

“I’d love to. When?”

“Now. I only came to this shindig to see you.” He squeezed my hand. “Ready to blow this popsicle stand for some adventure?”

“More than ready.” Those were the last words we’d said to each other the day he saw me off at the airport for my flight to England. Time stopped. The room disappeared. The music and noise faded as he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. Long and deep until I was breathless. Just like our last kiss, but this time, we left together.

His Piper Cub climbed into a purple sky with stars lighting the night like millions of shimmering LED lights. It was beautiful and romantic, a view that brought tears to my eyes. We floated through the air. Silent, and comfortable, exchanging sly glances. Emotions were high, the night was filled with possibility, promising passion, and love.

Mathew landed on a patch of land just south a small chalet in the Rocky Mountains.

“I’ve dreamed of bringing you here for years. You don’t mind, do you?”

“No, but, where are we?”

“My home away from home. A place where we can have our own private reunion.”

“I’d like that,” I said as we walked hand in hand to his cabin. I was anxious but thrilled. This reunion couldn’t have been sweeter.

The cabin was an A-frame, with a view of the valley below. I assumed a forest surrounded the lake that reflected the stars above, and I imagined the mountains ahead and above us. It was lovely, I couldn’t wait to see it in the morning sunshine.



We went straight to his bed and made love in front of a fire. That night the reunion was physical, sensual, and more satisfying than anything I could’ve imagined.

“Can you stay?” he asked as I lay wrapped in his arms.

“I wish I could. I have an interview Monday morning. The job of a lifetime in Paris. Can you come with me? Is there anything holding you here?”

He pulled me close. “I’ll think on it. Now sleep, morning will be here soon.”

 After several hours, I awoke to a stranger. Mathew had secured me to the bed with handcuffs, blindfolded me, and proceeded to beat me viciously with a leather strap. I cried, screamed, whimpered, and begged him to stop.

He did, but not until my body was a mass of bleeding welts.

“Why? Please tell me why?”

“You made your choice ten years ago. Now I’ve made mine.”

“I don’t understand?”

“Neither did I.” Was all he said.

He left me alone, still handcuffed to the bed posts. Unable to move, I slept, cried, and screamed for release. I don’t know if he was there. Was I alone or was he watching?

That night, he returned. He threw me into the shower then he attacked again. He raped and stabbed me repeatedly. I prayed for death. But the God’s would not release me from hell. I passed out but awoke just as he threw me into a new hell hole. A cellar where women that looked like me had died. I counted ten in my search for safety as a storm broke overhead.

The smell of death was beyond reason, but decaying bodies, loss of blood, and a flooding grave meant the end will come soon. The winds howled, and the rain came down in sheets. Soon it was pouring into the chamber. I knew the grim reaper had lost patience. My blood mixed with the rising water and I wondered how long I could hold my breath.  I laughed instead and watched the water rise. The other bodies began to float in a macabre synchronized fashion as I realized that the man I’ve loved since the age of seven was a serial killer.

I’d created a monster?

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The memory of that night will never leave me. Especially when Mathew came back for me. He lovingly stitched up my wounds and nursed me back to health.  Now, when he takes a new victim, I clean up the mess.

Mathew still doesn’t believe that I’d never leave him again. But each year he adds length to the chain around my ankle. Someday, I’ll earn his trust.

996/words

Yolanda Renee © 2017


23 comments:

  1. OMG! The second story today with a woman tied to a bed. What has REUNIONS done to us? I knew this story of yours was just going to get more creepy as it galloped along...and it did. So many shifts. And the ending. Whoa. It hasn't ended yet. And it's not going to end well.

    What an entry for REUNIONS, Yolanda. Quite the creepy read. I hope no one reads it at night time, LOL!

    Denise :-)

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    1. Uh oh, I'm becoming predictable. Time to change things up? :)
      Just never know where the prompt will take you. Although, to be honest, I never attended my class reunions, out of fear - and I'll leave it at that.

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  2. Like Denise I came straight here after reading Pat Hatt's inspired piece of nastiness.
    And am applauding here too - while wondering what my applause has to say about me. Thank you. I think.

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    1. Pat wrote a real scary one this time, didn't he! He's GOOD!
      I hope it says you enjoy a good story! :)

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  3. Hi Yolanda - that is such a difficult post to read ... not somewhere I'd like to go - I guess we've all had near misses in life. Previous lovers - and love, as thought, betrayed - a monster - dreaming up ideas for many a year - then actually activating them ... and keeping the one love tied by an ever growing chain ... uncomfortable reading and thinking about. Wonderful writing - just left me somewhat anxious ... great story telling - thank you ... cheers Hilary

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    1. I know what you mean, Hilary! Sorry, it's where the prompt took me. Influenced by many things...
      I'm a bit anxious too!
      Cheers!

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  4. haha I knew it would take a creepy turn when he took her to a secluded cabin. Never go to a secluded cabin. Maybe the chain will get long enough for her to wrap it around his neck one of these years. Great delve into the crazy mind indeed.

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    1. So true, Pat. Never!
      You didn't do so bad delving into the crazy mind this time either! :)

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  5. I knew that Reunion was too good to be true, Miss Yolanda-Murder and Mayhem. You made me squirm, so hats off to you.

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    1. Thinking I need to change things up! :) But honestly, I just go where the prompt and the muse take me!

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  6. eek!! i had to shut my eyes! nice work, nice and creepy!

    btw, i gave you an award!
    Tara Tyler Talks

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  7. Yikes!! I had a feeling things were going to go south but I never expected it to be this scary!! Awesome. I so love your twisted stories! :)

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  8. Oh gosh! It started like an idyll but it ended most horribly. Now, I'm afraid to even start Pat Hatt's story. I don't want more horror.

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  9. Ooh I love this take on reunions! Absolutely loved that last little bit at the end. Great job!

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  10. First love never dies - what a deliciously ominous twist! Never take past boy-/friends at face value, never know who's turned into a serial killer in the meantime, haha. Loved your creepy take on the prompt!

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  11. I must say you caught me totally unaware. I'll probably never go to a reunion and end up with my first love because of this story. Great job! Beautifully done.

    Shalom aleichem,
    Patricia

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  12. Creepy, and very well done. I didn't expect that twist. Perhaps this is one good reason to let the past be the past. A psychotic tale reminiscent of Hitchcock. Enjoyed the reading of this story!

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  13. See, this is why I never attended any class reunions. Never know what those old friends have become over the years.

    Scary.

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  14. I'm on to you, Yolanda. While I didn't see the ending coming, I knew that reunion was too good to be true. I don't know how I expected Matthew to turn out, but I knew he wasn't so great. Creepily entertaining story. Great piece.

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  15. What a twist - took me by surprise. Very unexpected, WOW!

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  16. Oh dear. That wasn't what I expected.
    Nancy

    Mine is up.

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  17. Oooooooh! It's like watching an episode of Criminal Minds or reading a crime thriller. Great work!

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