Your Lucky Day in Hell
Draft_2
Part 3
By: Chase L. Currie
Paige stood up on weaken legs taking a step only to drop back to the floor. The soreness screamed out in pain chocking her from crying out. She laid on the cold floor for hours trying to think of anything else than the dream, but her mind keeps walking pass it and keep stopping on it.
Rape, it was rape, she told herself. I was rape a---
No, a voice left over from the horrible event told her, and to her utter dismay, it was right. Dreams were odd places but places in which one’s true self could not hide. She saw the man, felt the man, and wanted the man. She didn’t want to love him. She didn’t need any emotional lovemaking to come from him, all she needed was his body. All she wanted was his body, and now, it left her stained like so many before.
“Now get up,” she told herself picking herself back up from the floor. She put her clothes back on with shaken legs. She slipped the jeans on with her simple black t-shirt and packed her feet back into her heavy boots. She headed for the door stopping to glance back at the bed. It was a mess, and she wonders if she makes it up. Was it wrong to leave in that state?
She walked out of the room before letting the need to fix the bed became too much. She walked the halls of the house trying to forget everything that has happened in the last couple of hours. It was a lot to deal with and to process and now was the time to do so. She was walking a forest like no others in an empty house thinking about everything wrong in her life.
Before she knew, or the tears came back she was standing in front of the golden door. She made it to the top tower somehow. She wasn’t sure how she got there, but here she was, not sure what to do. The pain still rang out from the last time she opens the door.
She sighed deeply garb the handle and slowly turn it. The door opens not with a blinding light but a calm wink of candles. She stepped into the room filled with paintings to find all the paintings were of her. Some were of her wearing different dresses from different times, but they all were her. They all watched her as she looked at them.
“What are you doing in here?” Hades yelled stepping out of the shadows.
Paige turns to face him screaming, “What the hell is this?”
He said nothing.
“Have you been stalking me?” She asked.
“I told you not to enter this room,” he growled under his breath.
“Why so I wouldn’t see how fucked up all of this is?” She asked. “Why are there pictures of me everywhere?”
He crossed his arms.
“This isn’t a fucking Disney movie,” she cried out rushing up to him to point up at him. “No Beauty and the Beast bullshit here. You can’t kidnap me and hope I fall in love with you.”
Hades grin and said, “You are still as fiery as before.”
“What are you talking about?” She asked stepping away from him.
Hade sighed rubbing his eyes and said, “You went to the land of the living ages ago but couldn’t find your way back. You became lost due to Hypnos, and I search for you, but when I found you it was too late. You had changed lives, moved into a new body, and forgot me. I left you in the world of man until now.”
“I don’t understand,” she said with her mind filling with old thoughts from someone else.
“Paige, my love,” he said softly, “you are Persephone, my wife.”
“No, no, no,” she told him. “How? Is this some reincarnation shit?”
“No, your soul is the same. Your soul is still Persephone,” he explained. “Sometimes you took a mortal form, other times not.” He stepped closer to her. “You are my love. You are what is missing in my kingdom.”
And before she could react his arms fell around her in a deep hug; she wanted to run at first from the knowledge of who she was, but she felt right in his arms. Everything in her life, everything missing, was now gone and she fit perfectly into his arms like she was meant to be here.
The hug stopped, and Hades stepped away from her with shock written on his face.
“What?”
His eyes drop turning to a fiery purple hue as he said, “I can smell Hypnos love stink all over you.”
“I didn’t ---” She started to say and then stopped. The man in the dream, she knew his name now, Hypnos. “I --- I --- fuck ---”
“You slept with him in my house,” Hades growled at her showing his lion-like teeth.
“I didn’t know it was him.”
“In my home,” he started to yell with his face growing close to hers. “You fucked the man who took us away from each other for lifetimes, in my fucking house. A house I built for you!”
Paige stepped away with tears building up around her eyes like deep pools of sadness. No, it was not sadness but was rage or was it? She didn’t know. It was all too much. It was all overwhelming. She knew, somewhere deep down in the depths of her bones, she was Persephone and yet, lifetimes have changed her. She was angry at the change. Mad at the course her life took over the ages. What cruel fate fell upon her, there in their moments of love and all she could think about was asking why?
Why was it all going to hell again?
“Why did you do it?” Hades yelled with a voice more mixed up than her inner thoughts.
“No,” she shouted back. “You don’t get to be mad at me when you didn’t tell me the truth. You don’t get to be mad at me when I didn’t’ kn---”
He rushed to hiss her face, and she flinches like a scared child. It caught him off guard. It caught her in a moment of repress fear. He stepped locking his jaws and shaking his head. He turned his back to her and meekly saying, “Get out of my sight.”
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