PLEASE HELP ME
PHM CHAPTER 7
A few days in terror by the nightmare of the lake and the red-haired woman who kept asking for help made Hilary very frustrated. Not to mention the sound of objects being dragged every midnight, disturbing his mood to work.
He hopes being with Carlson can make it better. He and Carlson boarded a small wooden boat wading through the lake behind the villa. Seeing Hilary's face sour from the beginning of the boat ride, Carlson ventured to ask.
“Are you good – fine?” carlson asked with a slow paddle facing Hilary.
“It doesn't seem” I'm Hilary.
“Why, tell me maybe I can help you” said Carlson.
“Have you ever had the same dream and repeated – reset?” hilary asked doubtfully.
“No, but I've had nightmares” I'm Carlson.
“I've had nightmares continuously since I came to this villa” Hilary said.
“Can I know what kind of dream?” Carlson was curious.
“I dreamed of being drowned by someone to the bottom of the lake by using an anchor. Then I met a red-haired woman at the bottom of the lake who asked me for help” Hilary calmly told her dream.
Carlson's friendly and cheerful face stiffened, he looked at Hilary trying to calm down.
“Is there anything strange with my story?” ask Hilary.
“Ya..as in horror movies, it might be good to make it into film” Carlson joked, even though his eyes were full of shock.
“HAHAHAHA.ya, surely you will not believe I can dream of it repeatedly. But that's what happened to me.” Hilary responded to Carlson's joke casually.
“Hmm. Sorry I don't mean disbelief, but I feel that maybe it could be the effect of a lot of thoughts or stress because of work or something else. So that it can arise into a nightmare that continues to appear” Carlson tries to explain his thoughts about the things experienced by Hilary.
“Maybe it could be like that” Hilary said.
Carlson seemed to cover something, he felt anxious after hearing Hilary's story until he rowed quickly. Even after that, no words came out of his mouth. Hilary who was aware of Carlson's attitude tried to ignore the oddity in the man before her. Hilary vented her worries by gazing at the surroundings full of amazement.
Hilary looked at the forest closely, she recalled her dream being dragged from inside the forest towards the lake.
DHEGS!!!
“I feel drowned from sana” murmured Hilary from the heart by staring fixed – stick forest full of dense trees.
“Have you been to the forest?” ask Hilary.
“Ya..The forest is a forest belonging to the Gracewell family that borders the government-owned forest. I go there occasionally” said Carlson.
“It looks like I've also been there” said Hilary hypnotized by the view of the forest from inside the boat.
“Really? Jarrod took you there?” ask Carlson to make sure.
“Oh..it's just my imagination, forget I'm talking about hell Hilary said as she threw a forced smile. He began to feel afraid and he could not tell Carlson for fear of being considered crazy.
Upon returning from the lake, Hilary pondered inside her study. He subconsciously drew a sketch of the forest that passed by him. He still could not move on from the forest that made him fear it, curiosity and anxiety plagued his mind.
“I should be able to control myself” Hilary said to herself.
Seeing the nicks of the forest with a pencil in his sketchbook scared him. Then in the torn paper and dumped into the trash that is near his desk.
Hilary stared at the wall clock on her desk, at 11:55 pm in less than 5 minutes again at 12 pm. Hilary took the wooden chair that was near her work desk out of the room. Put down at the end of the hallway, he very tensely occupied his chair by staring at the hallway and all the second-floor rooms.
“I'm sure I'll find something” murmured with a face full of anxiety.
The clock shows 12.12 Hilary still on standby in the chair she was sitting in staring down the hallway.
“BRAAAKKKKKKKKKK....” a rowdy voice rang out from the first floor, the surprised Hilary ran towards the source of the sound.
Very upset and full of fear he ventured down every corner of the first floor.
Nothing, just one of the windows in the open kitchen blown by the wind.
“BRAAAKKKKKK….BRAKKKKKK.
Arrived – arrived he heard the sound of car horn from outside.
“TIN..TIN..TIN....”.
“Who else is interrupting my night, I can go crazy long – long like this” said Hilary annoyed and approached the main front door.
He opens the door and turns the car back and inside is half-drunk Jarrod trying to turn off his car engine. He came out smiling and yelling “Honey come here..I'm back for you!”.
“Why did you get drunk and come home here, did you drive drunk for five hours from London?” ask Hilary who is not inexhaustible with her husband.
“I only drink a little, calm down. I was meeting with some of my business colleagues around the area, so I went back to the villa considering you are here”, Jarrod said while hugging his wife tightly.
Hilary was cold with her husband's embrace, the smell of alcohol gushing from Jarrod's body.
“Bandilah..kamu very smelly” lamented Hilary.
The two enter the villa, Jarrod goes to the bathroom to clean his body. Hilary drew a sketch of the design costume on the bed. Sayup – sayup heard the sound of running water but he heard other sounds.
“SREEKKKK….SREKKKKKKK!”
A familiar voice in his ears, rushed him to the door leaf and opened it.
DAMN IT!
There was nothing in front of Hilary, the wooden chair was still in the same position at the end of the hall when she left earlier.
Jarrod came out of the bathroom with a bathrobe seeing his wife standing at the door feeling strange.
“What are you doing there ... Honey?” ask Jarrod.
Hilary then closed and locked the door to her room.
“Not usually you lock the door of the room, even though there are only two of us here. Who is it that will come in to disturb us” said Jarrod increasingly astonished.
“I changed my habits to make it safer” said Hilary covering her anxiety.
Jarrod in front of the mirror and lighted the hair dryer.
“Come honey, help me dry my hair” says Jarrod.
Hilary walked up to him and took a hair dryer and helped him dry his wet hair. Spoiled Jarrod hugged Hilary's standing body drying her hair.
“I miss the smell of your body, as if there is a pheromone liquid that smells behind your sleeping dress, this” tease Jarrod by playing his fingers on his wife's thigh.
“Don't do this, I feel amli” complained Hilary.
After drying her husband's hair, Hilary climbed into the bed and her husband went ahead of her. Released the bathrobe he wore, then pulled his wife's body to get him hooked.
“Jarrod..I'm not in the mood, I'm in the process of sketching” Hilary said trying to break away.
“Come..honey leave a moment your picture, your husband is more important. You don't see mine has stiffened” Jarrod said quickly he took off his pants on his wife's@m.
Jarrod revealed the dress his wife was wearing, without warming up he opened both thighs of Hilary then put his gun into the vital hole of his wife.
“Jarrod..this hurts, I'm not ready” I'm Hilary who moans feeling the sensation of pain down there.
“Let's honey, soon you will feel good. I'll help you” said Jarrod.
Jarrod, who had come to enjoy Hilary's body, was tired after taking all his energy and fell asleep on his wife's body with sweat raining down on her body.
Hilary removed herself from her husband's confinement, then pulled out a blanket and covered her naked husband. In her eyes the face of her husband who fell asleep coldly.
“You've always been selfish Jarrod, no matter when I hang out with you. Shit...the pain is still I feel” murmured Hilary.
He sat on the floor leaning on the edge of the bed and continued his sketch until morning came. He did not dare to close his eyes because he realized the nightmare would disturb him.
XXXXXXXXXXXX