Chapter ten
Hey guys here it is the next installment of the Ali, Dwayne saga. Please R-n-R it encourages me to write more if I think someone is waiting for it. As always I own only Ali and Cree not the Boys
Xo-Vana
He stared into the fire, the sound of beating drums all around him getting louder by the minute waiting to welcome the new life into this world. He heard his wife Cree's soft moans getting louder and louder until with one final scream they ended. His heart filled with joy as he ran into the hut to greet his first born, that was until he saw her, his beautiful wife sobbing into the lifeless body of his newborn son.
Later he was standing in a field of wildflowers as the people of his tribe buried the lost infant. He held onto Cree as the chief asked the mother earth to care for the little one. Tears streamed freely down his face as the chief spoke, " O father our sky hear us and make us strong. O mother our earth hear us and give us support. O spirit of the east, send us your wisdom. O spirit of the south, may we trend on your path of life. O spirit of the west, may we always be ready for the long journey. And O spirit of the north, purify us with your clensing winds." The drums once more beat loudly as a strong wind blew flowers all around them, the earth welcoming his baby home.
After that he would often find Cree wondering throughout the fields late at night calling out to the child begging it to come back to her. He felt helpless, as the grief morphed his love from a bright ray of light to the now hollow shell that lived in the darkness.
Dwayne shifted uncomfortably in his sleep as the nightmares of his past continued to haunt him.
It took months but eventually his Cree began to come back to him. He would catch a smile on her face, a cuddle into him late at night and then finally she welcomed him back into her bed once more. It wasn't long until once again she became pregnant and the joy that she showed led him to believe that he had her back forever.
In late August he ventured out with the other men of the tribe to track and hunt down buffalo. They were arriving back to the settlement elated from a good days hunt when he heard the shrieking from inside his hut. He ran into it as fast as his legs could carry him only to find his love standing in the middle of the room with blood dripping down from in between her legs. Before he could get near her Cree had scooped up a knife and with one crazed look into her husband's eyes she drove it into her stomach twisting and turning it upwards. He was over to her within a breath but he was too late. He let out a long scream filled with pure agony as his wife, his beautiful Cree died in his arms.
Dwayne awoke as he fell to the ground from his perch hitting the ground hard, he felt both of his shoulders pop from their sockets, but at that moment in time he was numb to the pain, his arms were nothing in comparison to that in his chest and sitting on the ground as his brothers slept above him he wept. Before long he began to hear the others stirring above him, he quickly dried his eyes and was out of the cave before any had a chance to follow him.
So I know it's really short but I'm kinda stumped on where to go next, but I thought Dwayne's back story would you help understand why he's being such an ass. PS if you R-n-R I will love you forever.