The blood-curdling scream at midnight got Zach jumping out of his comfortable bed and grabbing his gun before his brain registered that the scream had come from right beside him on his bed. He let out a puff of air, re-placed his gun and turned the bedside lamp on. He sat heavily and watched his wife thrash in the bed for some time. He contemplated rousing her from her nightmare but thought otherwise; the last time it had happened, he had received a hefty punch on his cheek. The area was still sore.
Zach called upon his military skills and went for his wife’s hands first. Fortunately for him, this time, his wife calmed. Something was wrong with her. She started having these nightmares almost soon after they had settled on their solitary island on the Volta. She didn’t seem to recall the dreams or her reactions to them, which made Zach worry more.
He feared it may have a lot to do with the tragic and traumatic end of Dale, her ex-lover and their house, but his wife never told him anything. She had also rejected his offer to see a specialist. She always said she was fine. But every night, she screamed the small community awake.
When she calmed, Zach woke Cathy up gently. Her beautiful brown eyes fluttered open. They stared back at Zach blankly, as if they could not recognize him. Zach wiped droplets of sweat from her forehead and nose. She blinked once, twice, and moaned softly. “Are you awake, love?” Zach asked, concern all over his voice.
Cathy closed her eyes. She could not look at Zach. She turned her face to the right side. She felt exhausted.
Zach looked at her, a worried expression on his face. He tried again: “Cathy, what was it about? You were screaming again.” He paused. Silence. “I want to help you.” Silence again. Zach sighed audibly.
Cathy sat up finally. She leaned against the headboard of their double bed, brought her knees to her chin, and rested her chin on her arms crossed over her knees. She wished she could share her nightmares with her husband but she wondered if he didn’t think she was crazy already, having suggested thus several times.
“My love,” Zach cut through her thoughts, imploring.
“Zach, I’m very sorry to put you through so much discomfort. I’ll do my best to minimize your discomfort. I think I’ve been stressed lately. I just need more rest. Come on,” she invited as she stretched her legs and reached for him. He hesitated, knowing he could not pursue the matter further given the direction his wife had taken. He was a man, after all. He allowed his wife to drag him to his wanton hell, pleasing him with her mouth and hands. He sighed contented as he ran his fingers through her hair while she blew him senseless. Wow, he thought, when did his wife become this good? He sensed his release and disentangled himself from his wife. When he read disappointment on her face, he kissed her deeply, nudged her back to the bed, and hovered over her, supporting his weight with his arms. He would forever be grateful for his military training. With a low growl, he sought his wife’s lips, caressing one nipple with the pad of his thumb as he slaughtered with his mouth. He allowed his shaft to find its own way at the entrance of her sweet, soft centre, caressing her nub with the tip of his shaft.
Cathy could not bear the onslaught of emotions that Zach released in her. Where did he learn to do that? She couldn’t help herself; she writhed underneath him as he increased the pressure of his tweaking on one nipple and sucked on the other, grazing it with his perfect white teeth, while simultaneously urging her climax on. He was driving her crazy! When she attempted the seduction earlier, she did not anticipate such pleasant enthusiasm. Without meaning to do so, she pleaded, “Zach, please Zach,” a tear ran down her cheek, “I can’t… oh!” In one swift movement, Zach thrust into her and she let out a wild scream as she dug her fingernails into Zach’s backside to push him further into her. She met him thrust for thrust, intertwining their lips and tongues as they danced. Cathy did not see her orgasm; it hit her like a shockwave. She froze, and then felt her entire body vibrate as the feeling spread from her centre to other parts. Zach followed soon after, letting go so fiercely that she thought he might shatter over her.
Zach was careful to collapse beside his wife who snuggled into his side, a blissful smile on her face. He circled her lush lips with his thick thumb and kissed her softly. He knew she would sleep soon, and he watched her do so before drifting off himself.
When Zach woke up some hours later, he felt the absence of his wife, Cathy. He smiled when the smell of fried eggs hit his nostrils. He stretched and got out of bed. As he entered the kitchen, he saw his wife seated on the doorstep leading to their little backyard garden, her shoulders hunched. Drawing nigh, he thought he heard sobs. He stood quietly behind her, leaning against one of the pillars, and waited for her to sense his presence – somehow, his wife always knew he was there. It did not take long. She turned slowly in his direction, and he saw that her eyes had become red and puffy from crying, far from what he expected to see after that special round a few hours earlier. He went to sit by her and cuddled her. Just then he saw the black envelope tucked under the sole of her right foot and the slip of paper nearly flitting from her fingers. He took the paper and opened it to read its contents. It read: “Thou canst run, yea, but thou cannot hide. I see thee!”
Zach quickly flipped the sheet over to see if it had a name. There was none, of course. Who had followed them there? Who else knew about them? He held his wife tighter.
