Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 55

“NO!!!” Melody screamed, scaring herself awake. Gasping and panting, she immediately felt Mike’s arms around her.

“Melody! What happened? What’s wrong?” Mike asked, flipping on the lamp.

“Noth… Nothing. Just a bad dream… that’s all,” she said.

Looking at her skeptically, he replied, “That was most definitely not nothing. You’re sweating. And running a fever,” he said, placing his hand on her forehead.

“I… I don’t know…” she managed to say breathlessly.

“Umm… I wish to give you a relaxing backrub that will make you calm, healthy, and put your mind at ease,” Mike said after thinking a moment.

Tingle. Flash.

Melody breathed deeply, calming herself. Still keeping her wrapped in his arms, he could feel her body temperature return to normal and her heartbeat slow. Mike motioned for her to lie on her stomach, and he began to run his hands and fingers across her naked back. Sitting up on his knees, he slowly began applying more weight and pressure to her milky white skin, eliciting a contented, relaxed purr from Melody. For ten minutes, he worked his hands up and down her back, seeking only to relax her, rather than initiate any sexual activity. Finally, she rolled over onto her back with a pleasant look on her face.

“Thank you, Mike. You always know just how to spoil me.”

Kissing her lips softly, he pulled her to sit up on the bed so that they could be face-to-face. “Now, please tell me about this dream.” His voice was firm, yet calm and determined to help her in any way he could.

She took his hands in hers and began to recount the voices she had heard. The angry man’s voice, the reassuring sounds of the elderly man, and the cries of despair from the woman were all still fresh in her mind. Explaining that the dream had ended with a final scream from the woman, just as Melody tried and failed to find her and help her, Mike rubbed his chin with his fingers as he pondered the situation.

“So, you couldn’t see the source of the voices at all?” he asked.

Shaking her head, she said, “No, it was nothing but darkness all around me. I could hear where they were coming from, but as I ran toward them, they seemed to fade into the distance.”

“Hmm… and nothing else at all? No clues as to the context of the dream?”

Hesitating, she said, “There was… one other thing. After the woman’s final scream, I attempted to get back up to go to her. As I did so, I heard another voice, a different woman. She said, ‘This wish is your destiny.’ I have no idea what that means though.”

Mike sat in silence for several minutes, pondering everything Melody had just told him. Finally, he said, “At first, I was thinking that you were initially right, that all this could just be a random dream. But with that voice you heard at the end, clearly that has to be something related to magic or your jinn origins, don’t you think?”

Nodding slowly, Melody replied, “The more I think about it, the more I realize that you’re probably right. Still, there are too many unanswered questions. Is this dream a vision of things to come? Who are the people in the dream?”

“Did any of the voices sound familiar at all?” Mike inquired.

“No, though I suppose that may not mean anything. The mere fact that there was such pain and suffering occurring is alarming in and of itself, no matter who the voices may belong to.”

“So, since this clearly has to be magically related in some way, what could have triggered it?” Mike wondered. Retracing the events of the previous evening, he hesitantly asked, “I mean… it wouldn’t have anything to do with us becoming engaged yesterday… would it?”

“I suppose anything is possible, but I doubt it,” Melody replied. “I wonder… do you think the locket might have something to do with it?”

“I thought you said that it no longer possessed any magical qualities?”

“I did, and it doesn’t,” she said, examining the locket in her hand. “Maybe… it has something to do with the engraving?”

“Hmm… well, you did read the verse it mentions right before bed, although that wasn’t the first time you’ve read that verse, and this never happened before. Had you ever read that other verse before? The one from Isaiah?”

“No, now that you mention it. In fact, I haven’t even touched the Book of Isaiah yet in my research.”

Picking up her Bible from the nightstand, Melody again studied the passage that she had read before bed. She closed her eyes as she read the words in her mind a second time, listening for any potential triggers, yet nothing seemed to be happening. Continuing to read a few passages ahead, Melody desperately listened for any sign of her dream returning, but to no avail. Sighing in frustration, she closed her Bible and slipped on her black robe, unable to go back to sleep in her current state of mind. The couple headed downstairs for a change of scenery, relaxing on the sofa as they continued to ponder Melody’s dream.

“Mike, didn’t you say that the verse I read last night was part of the Messiah, just as the song that released me was?”

“It is,” he replied. “Hang on a sec.” Pulling his phone out of his gym shorts pocket, he started scrolling through the music he had loaded onto it. “Ok, here we go,” he said as he found the selection.

Walking over to the plugin for the speaker system, the joyous sounds of For Unto Us a Child is Born were soon reverberating through the house. Mike kept a close eye on Melody the entire time, intent on lending any help he could should something supernatural happen. At first, there appeared to be no reaction, but Melody’s eyes soon glazed over, as if she had entered a trance.

Immediately worried, Mike nudged her shoulder. “Melody? You ok?”

“Shh,” she said quietly, stroking his hand with her fingers. He breathed a sigh of relief that she was still conscious, and sat next to her on the sofa, remaining in constant contact with her. Melody’s eyes fluttered closed, as she seemed to concentrate intently on something, only opening them again upon the conclusion of the piece.

Taking a deep breath, she said, “I’m ok. But… I heard them again, the same voices. They were much softer this time, more distant and difficult to hear. Still, there was no mistaking those screams.”

“Wow, ok… clearly this verse and this music has some connection to whatever it is that you’re experiencing. Did you still hear the second woman’s voice at the end?”

“Very faintly, but yes, I did.” After a few moments of silence, Melody could hold herself back no more, falling against Mike and sobbing into his chest. “I… I’m scared, Mike. What if this is something that will happen in the future? What if… the woman screaming in pain… turns out to be me?”

Tilting her head up, Mike looked Melody directly in the eyes, and said, “It won’t be. Not as long as I’m around. Nothing bad can happen to you if I don’t want it to. Nothing can harm you if I don’t wish it. You yourself said that, remember?” He kissed her lips lovingly and reassuringly. “Yesterday, I made a commitment. I am committing myself to you. It’s now you and me against the world. Anything that wants to hurt you has to go through me, no matter what. Nothing will ever change that. Understand?”

Nodding in reply, Melody was amazed by his fiery response, knowing full well that he meant every word of it. “Thank you. I love you,” was all she could say.

“I love you too, Melody. And I always will.”

As morning slowly approached, Mike put on a playlist of soothing classical music, helping to quiet Melody’s mind. For the next hour, they spooned together on the sofa, leisurely making love and never needing to utter a word. Eventually, as the sun began to peek out from the horizon, the couple climaxed together, experiencing a wave of relief washing over them. Slipping out of her pussy, Mike suggested they get some food to help reenergize them. After dressing themselves, the pair walked to the Waffle House across the street from the townhouse complex for breakfast. Their food helped brighten their moods immensely, as they laughed and joked on the short walk back home. After spending the rest of the day watching movies, swimming in the pool, and lounging on the beach, they slept soundly through the night, waking up the next day feeling rested and ready for anything life threw at them.

To Be Continued...