Haunted Chp 3

Chapter 3

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It was on the third date he tested the waters of his dominance. I have never liked Dom Perignon. It is my least favorite of wines to taste however he insisted every time he took me to dinner to have me drink it. It was on this date that enough was enough. I would bite the bullet and tell him that I am not a fan.

I looked over at him and smiled and he returned it after dabbing the corners of his mouth. The bottle of pinot stared at me in malice and I watched as he lifted it to pour. The classy restaurant was what you would expect. Elegant white tablecloths on round tables with carefully chosen and placed floral accents and candles to set a mood of ease. It was the perfect place for a date.

"Russell I got a confession. I appreciate so much that you took the time out to order such an elegant meal for us however Dom isn't my cup of tea. I hope you understand," I bit my lip nervously, a habit from childhood.

"This is my favorite wine. I thought I would be sharing more of myself with you by sharing it. I can understand if you want me to order you another drink?" He filled his glass returning the wine back to the ice bucket.

"N-no I don't mean to offend you! I can just drink water," I was not a fan of drinking anyway however he had insisted on our first date 'a little wine never hurt anyone.'

He laughed heartily and my attention released instantly, "Darling," his voice was darker now, cold, "If you had truly offended me you would know it." My previous ease ran from me like a kicked dog.

"What would you do, scream at me?" I laughed nervously trying to ease the tension that was crawling up the back of my neck. Something was off. Red flag! Red flag! My head screamed but I pushed the thoughts away.

He looked at me then in a way I had never seen. He had no smile in his eyes this time. Instead he held a spiteful vengeful gaze deadlier than a shark. How someone could be so beautiful and yet so destructive was something I struggled with when his smiling turned into a grimace.

"You don't want to know that dear. Better to stay on my good side." His face quickly changed to that of the smile I was accustomed to receiving however the horror stayed in my chest.

A normal woman, a sane woman would run. I did not come from a Normal household and the result made me insane. My mother was the picture perfect beauty on the outside for the world and everyone to see. In our home mother had a tongue laced in poison that she often used to remind me of how disappointed she was in how I looked.

'Should have left you by the dumpster with the trash you belong to.' The words echoed in my head every time I looked in the mirror. It was common in my mirror sessions to repeat her words, to rip at my flesh and hair. Bald spots were hidden by careful combing and hair spray. Make up was the salvation to my soul.

The meal in front of me looked undesirable suddenly and I felt my stomach turn and the bile filling in my mouth as if I'd be sick.

"Excuse me," I stood from the table and bolted to the bathroom feeling the vomit just inside of my mouth as I entered the ladies room.

Barely making it to the toilet I gripped my hair in a vice behind my head retching up my morning meal. My mothers laugh cackled in my head.

'You are a fucking disappointment,' she said to me as I stared in the mirror of the bathroom cleaning my face and reapplying make up. 'Useless...' I shut my eyes trying to steel my mind from her words. It was in that moment I resolved to staying with him no matter how scary he seemed. Nothing could be worse than my mother.