Secrets Will Kill, Rachel [good romance books to read TXT] 📗

My heart throbs in my ears. I sit in front of a beast ten or more feet away from me. I start to gag. The stench of rotting flesh pierces my nose. The skin of "it" has a slimy goo coming out of it with many pale scales. Its head smoothly connects to the body having a curved neck. The hands and feet look like bones, white and horrendously thin. With its body in the shape of an ape and it's sharply pointed teeth, it puts the finishing touch to a nightmare.
It slumps towards me with its poisonous teeth bared in a deathly grin. I listen to a hiss coming from its rotten mouth. It as if it's chanting something over and over again, but i can't make out the words. The goo starts to cover the ground around me causing me to slip and fall landing on my back. The rotten goo covers my mouth and nose choking me slowly. It no doubt wants to kill me or possibly suffocate me. I struggle to my feet only to slip and fall again. The creature suddenly moves dragging itself closer and closer to me.
Its yellow stained eyes grow large with craze and its grin widens every second. It knows it can get me so easily. And there's nothing that is going to stop it. But everything stops, even the "creature", as a harsh breeze blows against my head. The breeze hardens the goo and freezes it, making me not able to move. For some odd reason my ears start to feel so vulnerable. The pressures of the room close in on me, and i feel caved in. I suddenly feel like I could anything like a small ghostly whisper.
Or it's chant.
The Nightmare stops grinning. Everything goes silent. It leans itself towards me, those bulging eyes coming closer and closer, until we are a paper thin distance away. I fight back a tear that struggling to run down my cheek, the human thing scares me. My ears feel too much pressure with the head throbbing silence and I can’t hold back any longer any longer, I burst into tears. I know i am going to die and so does it. All i can do is close my eyes and wait for death. I could almost feel its blood stained nails digging into my skin tearing my flesh apart before it has even moved, but instead of doing that, it does something totally unexpected. It speaks.
"RACHE"
I look up at it. Its face is totally different from its past face but it seems so familiar. It is almost unrecognizable, almost completely destroyed. I try to recognize the face but it changes all too quickly, because then it rips into me. My flesh is torn apart and I watch as it falls to the ground. I hear my blood curling scream echo across the now dark room. I sit up and fling my hands to my chest and stomach feeling my regular, smooth skin. I'm covered in sweat soaked sheets, the goo and fear is all gone, yet I am alone, and scared; but have never felt safer.
“Keeta?" A low voice sounds from a lighted door.
I squeak in surprise when a big dark figure comes towards me. the memory of the nightmare is still fresh and i almost feel the slime choking me again. The black figure comes towards me just like the dream and reaches out at me and gently touches my shoulder. I flinch away.
"Another dream?" He asks softly.
I nod. Still shaken he sits down beside me and puts his arm around me drawing me close to his wide chest. I press my face into him and melt to the rhythm of his deep voice.
"It's okay, it's all over now." But I know it is not. This routine has been happening every night for a week and becoming worse ever night.
I shake my head, ‘No, it's not."
He draws me closer to him; his warmth spreads over me making me sleepy. He rubs my back so smoothly I want to fall asleep again, but I am too afraid of meeting the monster again tonight. His heart beat covers the sound of dead silence and once again soothes my trouble. "How about I make you some breakfast and you forget all about it?" he turns his face down towards me and brushes my bangs to the side.
I look at him strangely. He never offers to do any kind of house chores which makes me think that he has no idea of any other way to help me. I search his eyes for strength and certainty but they reflect nothing. I pull away from his warm chest and fake a wimpy smile, "How are you going to make breakfast? You can barely boil water without causing a fire." I look at him teasingly, "Don't worry, I'll be fine, so you go and try to fix the roof."
"If you’re sure...." He says questioningly. I nod at him, smiling.
“Fine butt head" he growls "I'll see you later." He flexes his big arm muscles at me when he gets up from my bed. I laugh quietly to myself. He went from being like a sweet gentle "dove" to the fierce, rude Hawk that I know.

5:00pm
Hi my name is (CRASH) UGH! What did he do this time?! Oh sorry! That’s my friend who's trying “fix” our roof. So like I was saying, my name is Keeta Laya. Hawk, the guy who is “fixing our roof”, lives with me in a house deep within a forest. Before I had ever met him, he used to live on a side of the road stealing endless amount of valuable things. I found him; beat up, blood swimming down his face and a large black eye.I took him in and trained him, ever since we have been like brother and sister, sorta. The only part of brother and sister we are is the fighting, most of the time.
I walk into the kitchen and grab a soda. I open the can and take a drink from it then walk out of the kitchen only to run into Hawk hanging upside down from a hole in the ceiling.
“Hey Key, can you get me a glass of water please?”
"Why can't you?"
"Please?" He looks at me with his dark blue eyes and makes them water a little, then to finish the act, he slightly pouts his thin lips. I can never resist that face so i decide to do give in to the small request.
“Ugh, okay hold up!” Once i say that he smiles and goes back into the hole in the ceiling. If you didn't notice he likes to call me Key for short. I call him Hawk, but that’s not his real name, his real name is, “Don’t say my real name!” Hawk yells.
“Don’t read my mind!” He hates his name; but he likes to read minds though. He says it’s a “gift”, don't ask me… I have NO idea. I go into the kitchen,yet again, to get a glass of water, but he is already in the kitchen waiting not so patiently (as usual).
“Hmm,” I said, “impatient much?” I go to the fridge to get water.
“Sure.” Hawk says. He watches me intently as i slowly pour ice cold water from the clear pitcher into a glass."I'm thirsty hurry up!" Hawk whines.
"I'm pouring as fast as i can,"(lie)" hold up."
Hi my name is (CRASH) UGH! What did he do this time?! Oh sorry! That’s my friend who's trying “fix” our roof. So like I was saying, my name is Keeta Laya. Hawk, the guy who is “fixing our roof”, lives with me in a house deep within a forest. Before I had ever met him, he used to live on a side of the road stealing endless amount of valuable things. I found him; beat up, blood swimming down his face and a large black eye. I took him in and trained him, ever since we have been like brother and sister, sort of. The only part of brother and sister we are is the fighting, most of the time.
I walk into the kitchen and grab a soda. I open the can and take a drink from it then walk out of the kitchen only to run into Hawk hanging upside down from a hole in the ceiling.
“Hey Key, can you get me a glass of water please?”
"Why can't you?"
"Please?" He looks at me with his dark blue eyes and makes them water a little, then to finish the act; he slightly pouts his thin lips. I can never resist that face so i decide to do give in to the small request.
“Ugh, okay hold up!” Once I say that he smiles and goes back into the hole in the ceiling. If you didn't notice he likes to call me Key for short. I call him Hawk, but that’s not his real name, his real name is, “Don’t say my real name!” Hawk yells.