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Sherri lay there looking up at the ceiling. The only sound is the sound of her husband’s breathing. She wondered how he can sleep especially after the fight they just had. Screaming, cursing, something getting smashed to bits, tears…after all of that here they are like usual, him sleeping and her wondering what in the hell just happened. She wasn’t really sure what this particular fight was about, but like all the others it always appeared to be her fault at least in his mind it is.
Her fault…she quietly chuckled. She wasn’t a saint, oh no, not in the least, and perhaps yes, at times it was her fault. It doesn’t matter. Somehow in his mind it is always her fault. He refused to see or even acknowledge her anger. In the morning he will wake up and everything will be back to normal. His guilt squelched, his conscience eased, his anger cooled. But for her knowing he hasn’t heard her or even bothered to try will bring only feelings of emptiness. She will live with this feeling for she knew in a few days she will bury those feelings along with all the other hurtful feelings.
She closed her eyes and let her mind wander. She will forget this evening and delve into the depths of her fantasies. He is there…she felt her body relax and her mind ease just seeing his perfect smile. She doesn’t know where he came from this fantasy and she doesn’t care. She will allow her mind to wander in his playground.
He reached out his hand and led her to a castle. Interesting choice she thought as she gleefully follow him. He never speaks a word, his smile–his body language does the speaking for him.
He showed her around his castle with child-like excitement. He always seems to be in a hurry like this time…their time is limited. He took her hand and they rush up to the top of one of the towers. Step after step, and yet she never tires. His excitement rejuvenates her. He led her to one of the windows and gestured for her to look. The beauty of the surrounding countryside from this vantage point is breathtaking.
“For you,” his deep voice whispered.
She turned quickly to him. “You can speak?” Her voice seems strange in his world.
He just grabbed her hand and brought it up to his lips. He gently kissed the back of her hand then quickly turned her hand over and licked her palm. A rush of desire swept over her.
He released her hand and stepped away from her. He slowly begun to remove his clothes, his smile turned from sweet to seductive as he enjoyed the look of want on her face. She looked at his perfect body then quickly removed her clothes.
He rushed over to her and pulled her into his arms. The heat of his body felt so good against hers. His hands caressed her flesh with such tenderness and yet such want. She felt…beautiful…so beautiful. Her lips silently begged him to taste. He looked deeply into her eyes and let his lips linger over hers for a brief agonizing moment. Her heart slammed in her chest then almost stopped as he captured her lips. She melted into him as he deepened his soulful kiss. His tongue…his soft lips…warm breath…deep sighs…oh her body ached to be one with his. She felt him lift her up and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. His hands cupped her ass as he slowly eased his hard cock into her, but not once did his kisses stop. He slowly drove his cock in and out of her, his strong arms holding her safely…oh his kiss…his sweet kiss. Her body erupted in a thousand waves of pleasure as they both fell into the deep fissure of bliss.
He carefully lowered her back down to her feet, their breathing slowly returning to normal. His hands gently caressing for a moment then he grabbed his clothes and got dressed.
“What is your name?” she whispered.
He looked to her and just smiled. He gestured to the window again and she slowly went over to it, the same beautiful scenery from before greeted her eyes.
“I know this is just a fantasy. Hell, if I had a shrink they would probably think I am crazy.” She chuckled. “Why then is it always you? Not that I am complaining. But when I choose to fantasize you are always here. And yet, I don’t even know your name, or perhaps I just never gave you a name. That would be weirder I suppose if you had a name.” She turned and looked at him. He was smiling his sweet smile. “Maybe I am crazy.”
“My name is Yarilo,” he said.
The next thing she knew she was lying in her bed again. Her husband’s soft snoring filled the room. “Yarilo?” she whispered. Oddly, she didn’t feel crazier that her fantasy man had a name. It only made her smile. It was a strange name to stick on her fantasy man, hell she didn’t even know that name existed. She allowed herself a brief moment to indulge in thoughts of perhaps he was real then quickly dismissed the idea. Real or not, Yarilo gave her a moment of escape.
“Why can’t she stay with me?” Yarilo murmured under his breath as he watched her fade away again. He was drawn to her sadness, perhaps it was his own that cried out to hers.
He walked around his castle, trapped between death and life. The pang of Avalon’s betrayal still wounds him. He was her husband and yet she led him to the slaughter. She threw all they had away for money and lust of another man. If she could do such a thing…then they had nothing…all those years he thought she loved him. Yarilo was stuck here in his anguish. His only respite is when his dreamer arrived. He didn’t even know his salvation’s name. To her he was but a dream. Her loneliness bit at his soul, his need to bring her comfort overwhelmed him. How he became her dream, he didn’t know, but he was thankful for the moments they shared.
Sherri went through her morning routine. “Yarilo,” she whispered.
“What Mom?” Jennifer asked as she grabbed her packed lunch from Sherri.
“Oh, nothing sweety, now tell your brothers to hurry up or they are going to miss their bus.” Sherri watched her three children bustling through the kitchen frantically getting everything around before the bus came. She kissed each of them goodbye as they rushed out the door.
“Could those damn kids be any louder?” Tim said as he groggily headed for the coffeemaker.
“It’s just the rhythm of the house.” She knew what was coming. Tim was always a bear in the morning, but once he woke up the sweetness would start. Tim was unbelievably cruel with his words last night. After weeks of ignoring her, his blow up was part of the routine–over and over she endured this pattern of mental abuse, though she was having trouble calling it that. She told herself that she would put up with his meanness to taste his sweetness. Somewhere in her mind she knew this was wrong, that she deserved to be treated…better.
“Well tell them to be quieter in the morning. I have a long day at work today. Those damn contractors…” Tim smiled over at Sherri. “You look beautiful this morning, honey.”
“Thank you.” She busied herself with cleaning off the morning dishes from the table.
“How about we go into the bedroom and I will show you just how beautiful I think you are?” Tim moved closer to her.
Sherri felt her body stiffen to his touch. After last night she really had no desire to be with him. But she knew he would pick at her until she gave in. She followed him to the bedroom and allowed him to use her body, though her heart wasn’t in it. After Tim was done using her body, he showered then left for work. Sherri lay in bed just staring at the ceiling. Tim would bring her flowers when he came home from work. He would lavish attention on her for a few days then he would go back to his coldness. Years she had endured this, first wanting to make him happy then after the children were born wanting to give her children a stable home. Now that her children were getting older, she couldn’t help but notice their disdain for their father. He treated them with the same coldness he gave her. She felt so trapped. She couldn’t support her children on her own, but…Sherri started to cry tears of desperation…of sheer agony.
Sherri found herself in a beautiful field. She must have cried herself to sleep. “Yarilo!” she cried out.
“I am here.” Yarilo slowly approached her. Her pain tore at him. What caused her so much pain? He was surprised when she rushed at him and grabbed a hold of him, squeezing him tightly. He felt her melt in his embrace. “What is your name?” he whispered.
“Sherri.” She looked up into his handsome face. The warmth of his smile filled her with so much peace. She didn’t care at this moment that he wasn’t real, that he was only a figment of her imagination. He brought her soul quiet.
“What brings you so much pain?” He had to know, had to find a way to soothed her. Even if it meant she wouldn’t come to him anymore.
“I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to hold you.”
“I want to ease your mind, Sherri. Please allow me to do this for you.”
“You are not real…” She held him tighter.
“Does my body feel real to you when we make love?” He cupped her face in his hands. “Do my lips taste sweet when we kiss?” He slowly lowered his lips to hers and kissed her softly. “Let me help you, Sherri.” He loved saying her name. Finally he knew the name of his savior.
Yarilo led her to a large tree and they sat beneath it. He listened as she spilled her heart to him. His fist clenched when her tears fell. How could a man treat this sweet soul this way? He wanted to hurt her husband, drive him away from her. But he said nothing to her about his intentions. He just listened to her until she collapsed into his arms.
“Make love to me,” she whispered.
He gently lowered her to the ground. Slowly, carefully he removed their clothing all the while lavishing her with sweet kisses.
“I want you inside me now, I want to be as near to you as I can be,” her voice wavered as she spoke.
Yarilo quickly positioned himself between her legs and slowly he filled her with his cock. Her legs wrapped around him and pulled him closer. He carefully laid his body weight on her, making sure not to crush her tiny frame under his. He leisurely thrust, feeling her arms and legs embrace him tighter. She didn’t care about having an orgasm she just wanted to be one with him. He could see this in her eyes and it touched him beyond mere words to describe. They held this most intimate embrace until she started to fade away.
“No,” he whispered when she vanished, leaving him lying there naked and alone. “Haven’t I suffered enough!” he shouted up to the sky. “Let me be with her in her world. Let me quiet her soul!!! Damn you!!” he cursed the mysterious force that held him prisoner in this realm.
After a week of over kindness Tim reverted back to his old ways. Sherri went back to her automatic mode and busied herself with taking care of the kids and house.
Sherri watched Tim pick at the food on his plate. His mind clearly not involved with the conversation at the table. After dinner the kids went up to their rooms to play their video games and Sherri began clearing the table.
“Sherri…” Tim pushed the plate of uneaten food from him. “I’m leaving.”
“Leaving?” Sherri sat the pile of dishes in the sink.
“Leaving you, leaving the kids.”
Sherri didn’t know what to say or what to think. On one hand a sense of relief washed over her, but yet on the other a certain panic started to fill her.
“I was never good at this daddy, dutiful husband thing. I have been having an affair.”
“How long?” Sherri couldn’t bring herself to look at him.
“A year now. She knows I don’t want this kind of life.”
“Enough already!” Sherri turned to him. Anger surged up in her giving her strength she didn’t know she possessed. “Just get out.”
“I said get out!”
Tim stood up and walked out the door without another word. Sherri slowly sank down to the ground. Conflicting emotions raged in her. If only she had Yarilo’s strong arms to comfort her now. She began to chuckle a little. Here she is yearning for a dream just as her life fell out from under her feet.
She slowly stood up and walked over to the phone. She made arrangements with her mother to take the kids for a few days. Her mother didn’t ask why and knew Sherry would tell her what was wrong in due time. Sherry had a lot to plan. She couldn’t let her whirlwind of emotions drag her down.
Yarilo awoke in a strange place. His body felt different, the air around him not so stifling. His eyes slowly looked around. Where was he? He was clearly in someone’s house, but not any kind of house he has seen before. He heard the woman’s sobs coming from the room next to him.
“Sherry?” he whispered.
He got up and slowly walked over to the next room. He quietly opened the door startling the woman on the bed.
“Who are you?”
“Yarilo?” Sherry quickly clicked on the light next the bed. “Oh my God…” Sherry pulled the covers closer to her. “It can’t be…you are only a dream.”
“You are not asleep?” Yarilo moved closer but then stopped when Sherry moved further up the bed. He looked down at his hands then around the room. He was in reality…her reality.
“You can’t be Yarilo…” Sherry reached for the phone.
“It’s me, Sherry.” Yarilo rushed over to her and pulled her into his arms. He cupped the back of her head and lowered his lips to hers. He felt her body relax in his embrace.
Gently he released her and allowed her to catch her breath. “I don’t know how or why I have been released from my prison.” He sat down on the bed and grabbed her hand. “You have freed me.”
“Freed you, I don’t understand.”
“This will be hard to believe, but please trust me what I am about to say is true. I lived about two hundred years ago. My wife Avalon fell in love with a man who could perform black magic. He promised his undying love and everything that her heart desired if she brought him a proper sacrifice. I was her sacrifice. But instead of dying I got trapped between the world of the living and dead. I thought I was doomed to spend eternity in my prison. Then you came to me. I knew you believed me to be some dream, but I was grateful for your tenderness.” Yarilo held her hand tighter.
Sherry just looked into his handsome face. What he was saying was true–she could see it in his eyes.
“Now, somehow you have freed me.” He caressed her cheek.
Before she could say another word he started to fade. The last thing she saw was his sweet smile. “Yarilo,” she whispered. She was sad but yet at the same time happy. He was free. Whether he was real or just a dream, he was free.
After a few months Sherry moved her family that way she was closer to her mother. The long six hour drives back and forth to her mothers was tiring and besides her children needed a fresh start.
She had decided to go back to school and learn a decent trade. The money she was going to make at her new factory job barely covered the monthly expenses. She didn’t care, she preferred having less stuff then living with Tim’s abuse.
It was night time when she finally got the kids settled into their house. There was plenty of unpacking to do, but right now she wanted to just have a moment to herself. She walked out onto the front porch and looked out over the neighborhood. She spotted a man sitting on his front porch just looking at the stars. His silhouette looked so familiar.
“Nice night isn’t it?”
Sherry’s heart started to pound hearing the familiar deep voice. “Yes, it is,” she barely got out. It couldn’t be, she thought as the man walked out into the moonlight.
“My name is Yarilo.” He smiled as he approached her.
“I am Sherry.”
He didn’t remember her, the cost of his freedom she guessed. His bright smile lit up her heart.
“I just moved in a couple months ago. It’s a nice neighborhood.”
“It looks like it. Would you like to have a drink?”
“Yes, thank you.”
Sherry went into the house and brought out a couple of wine glasses. She planned to toast her new start with her mother tomorrow. Her hands trembled as she handed him the glass.
“So what brought you to this neighborhood, Yarilo?” Sherry sat down next to him on the steps.
“You are going to think this is weird, but I can’t really remember much. I just woke up in some old castle. Don’t know how I got there, but the cellar of this castle had quite a few antiques. I saw this painting that had a man that looked remarkably like me. Apparently he was a relative of mine. Don’t really know how the police figured that one out, but at least I had a name.”
“Did you keep the painting?”
“Yes, and a few of the antiques, the rest I sold so I could support myself while I try to piece back together my life. You are probably thinking oh great I just moved next door to a lunatic.”
“No, I am not thinking that at all.”
“You are really going to think this is crazy, but I feel like I know you.”
“I have that same feeling.”
His sweet smile warmed her. They sat their watching the stars, sipping their wine and talking. She could tell she was bringing him comfort. She wanted to reach over and touch him. She wanted to taste his lips feel his body next to hers. But she couldn’t, he seemed so lost. It had to be awful not to remember who you were. After everything he gave her, she would be there for him.
6/20/2006 2:16 pm
Wonderfull, wonderfull story. In fact, you may think I am crazy, but I actually believe it.|
My chest got tight as I read it, my heart pumped, my mind raced.
Thanks for the shot of excitment.