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Christmas Holiday Speculative

Trigger warning: domestic violence

 

I wake up to the sunlight hitting my face and temporarily blinding me.

 

Slowly lifting Lucifer’s hand splayed on my stomach, I take off the blanket, only to be hit by the cold wind flowing in from the open windows.

 

I place my feet on the ice-cold floor and regret not wearing something warmer last night.

 

Getting up to close the windows, the warm rays of light reaching my face give me temporary comfort.

 

The view from the window can only be described as a winter wonderland. The snow covers everything, Christmas lights and trees poking out from underneath the layer. The snowmen which took so long to make are slowly melting with the sun’s slight heat.

 

Today is Christmas Eve.

 

The one day before a holiday that has the same importance as the holiday itself.

 

I debate on whether to wake Lucifer up, but then I let him be.

 

Last night was blurry. A lot of words were exchanged, past incidents were brought up, glasses were thrown, wine was spilt, carpets were stained.

 

After brushing my teeth, I go downstairs, putting on a sweater hanging on a hook by the stairs.

 

I go to the living room, praying that it was all just a bad dream.

 

I’m wrong.

 

The state of the room only confirms everything that I knew had transpired last night.

 

Tying my hair into a quick bun, I start picking up the pieces of glass, careful not to cut my hand.

 

I mop up all the sticky dried-up wine from the floor, its rich red colour looking almost like blood, and stuff the carpet in the washing machine.

 

Making myself some coffee, I sit on the couch absentmindedly, considering doing it today.

 

Yes, I will do it today.

 

I will break up with Lucifer.

 

It’s long overdue.

 

“Babe. Babe, where are you?” Lucifer’s voice says faintly, sounding like it’s coming from upstairs.

 

“I’m downstairs, kitchen.”

 

I run to the kitchen and start making him some coffee.

 

He hugs me from behind, almost making me drop the mug.

 

“Morning Eva.”

 

“Morning,” I say, putting on a fake cheery voice.

 

“I’m sorry about what happened last night, I got out of control,” he says, his face still in my hair.

 

“That’s okay babe.”

 

“Now you better apologize, or you know what I’ll do.”

 

I quickly apologize before he gets violent, like last night.

 

He hugs me tighter, and whispers ‘I love you’ into my ear.

 

I say it back and turn around to kiss him.

 

Lucifer is perfect.

 

He may get violent sometimes, he may hit me or force himself on me when I’m not feeling it, but he loves me.

 

And I love him.

 

All thoughts of breaking up with him vanish from my mind as he deepens the kiss, tangling his fingers in my hair.

 

We’re interrupted by the sound of the water boiling.

 

I turn around to turn off the stove, and he continues kissing my neck, and moaning in displeasure that I’m not kissing him back.

 

I make the coffee and give him the mug.

He places the mug on the counter and effortlessly picks me up, carrying me up the stairs and not letting go of my lips.

 

“I want you. Now.”

 

He pulls off my clothes and instructs me on what he wants me to do to him.

 

As he moans in pleasure, I’m thanking my stars that his mood is not too bad today.

 

******

 

“What if we go out to a restaurant tonight?”

 

I look up in surprise.

 

“Like – like on a date?”

 

He smirks, “Yeah, like on a date.”

 

I blush.

 

Muttering something about getting ready, I sprint up the stairs and close the bedroom door, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart.

 

He wants to take me out.

 

It feels just like the first time I met him.

 

He had smirked at me the exact same way.

 

He still wanted me.

 

Something about that thought made me go all warm.

 

I was still on his good side.

 

Thank God.

 

******

 

“How’s the food?”

 

“It’s wonderful,” I say, wiping off a bit of sauce from my mouth.

 

“Here, let me do it,” he says, taking his finger to my lips.

 

He bites his lip, and I can feel my stomach doing somersaults.

 

The waiter comes over with two glasses of champagne.

 

“But we didn’t order champagne,” I say, confused.

 

The waiter smiles at Lucifer and leaves.

 

I sip a bit of the champagne, and there it is.

 

The thing I was most afraid of.

 

Lying at the bottom of the glass.

 

A diamond ring.

 

I look at Lucifer in shock, and in a quick motion, he drinks my glass of champagne, catching the ring in between his teeth.

 

As he gets on his knees, all the other patrons in the restaurant look at us, some taking pictures and some kicking their dates for not being as romantic.

 

“Evangeline Ferrera, will you marry me?”

 

“Of course I will.”

 

He slides the ring on my finger, and I gaze at it, admiring its beauty.

 

I move to kiss him, and then suddenly everything goes black.

 

******

 

I wake up with a splitting headache and sunlight hitting my face.

 

Slowly lifting Lucifer’s hand splayed on my stomach, I take off the blanket, only to be hit by the cold wind flowing in from the open windows.

 

I place my feet on the ice-cold floor and regret not wearing something warmer last night.

 

Getting up to close the windows, the warm rays of light reaching my face give me temporary comfort.

 

The view from the window can only be described as a winter wonderland. The snow covers everything, Christmas lights and trees poking out from underneath the layer. The snowmen which took so long to make are slowly melting with the sun’s slight heat.

 

Wait.

 

This happened yesterday.

 

Something is wrong.

 

Then it hits me.

 

The silence.

 

It’s Christmas today.

 

I can’t hear any Christmas carols.

 

I look at my finger.

 

It’s empty.

 

I take off the blankets to Lucifer’s protests and put my hand under the mattress and pillow.

 

I look under the bed and on the dresser.

 

It’s gone.

 

I turn on my phone, and the lock screen is enough to send me reeling.

 

December 24th.

 

I run downstairs, and the mess from two days ago is still there.

 

I clean up as fast as I can, anything to distract myself from reality.

 

The fact that I’m reliving today again.

 

“Babe. Babe, where are you?” Lucifer’s voice says faintly, sounding like it’s coming from upstairs.

 

“I’m downstairs, living room.”

 

He comes into view and sees me cleaning up.

 

“What is this mess?”

 

“Nothing to worry about.”

 

“That’s my girl.”

 

Same as yesterday, well, today, he carries me upstairs and makes me do as he pleases.

 

What is happening?

 

Suddenly, I’m hit by a realization.

 

He’s going to propose today.

 

******

 

“Evangeline Ferrera, will you marry me?”

 

“Yes, babe.”

 

He slides the ring on my finger, and I move to kiss him, wanting this bad dream to end.

 

Everything goes black.

 

******

 

I wake up with a splitting headache.

 

Internally praying that it’s Christmas, I stretch my hand out to get my phone.

 

December 24th.

 

Goddammit.

 

I go downstairs once again.

 

******

 

“Evangeline Ferrera, will you marry me?”

 

“Yes, yes, yes! This is the third time now!”

 

“What do you mean the third –?”

 

I cut him off, trapping his lips with mine.

 

I open my eyes, only to feel it all going black.

 

******

 

I wake up, feeling nauseous.

 

Throwing up on my side of the bed, I wipe off sweat and the hair that’s stuck to my forehead.

 

Reaching for my phone, I turn it on.

 

December 24th.

 

I throw up some more.

 

******

 

Today, when he carries me upstairs, I tell him I’m feeling sick.

 

He hits me.

 

As he moans in pleasure, I throw up on him.

 

He hits me harder, his elbow digging into my stomach.

 

******

 

“I can’t come today; I need some rest.”

 

“Please.”

 

“Lucifer.”

 

Wordlessly, he comes to me, and squeezes my arm, leaving red marks.

 

I bite my lip, suppressing my scream.

 

“We’re going, cool babe?" he says, smiling.

 

******

 

“Evangeline Ferrera, will you marry me?”

 

I throw up.

 

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

 

As he tries to put the ring on my finger, I faint, falling on the ground, my knees landing on my vomit.

 

******

 

I wake up, the sunlight only worsening my headache.

 

No ring on my finger.

 

Is the nightmare over?

 

The phone declares that it isn’t.

 

Freaking Christmas Eve.

 

******

“Evangeline Ferrera, will you marry me?”

 

“No.”

 

He throws the glass of champagne on me.

 

I feel champagne and blood running down my face.

 

Red.

 

******

 

Today I wake up, and I know that it’s still Christmas Eve without even checking.

 

Silently, I pack up my clothes and belongings, stuffing them into the one bag I have.

 

I take a bath, scrubbing away the horror that was the past five times I tried to live this day.

 

But now I know.

 

There is only one way to end this cycle.

 

That is to do the right thing.

 

The thing I should have done a long time ago.

 

I carry my luggage downstairs, trying to be as quiet as possible.

 

I take one last look at the house.

 

The living room is now Lucifer’s to clean.

 

Suddenly possessed by an urge, I walk to the living room and take a piece of glass.

 

I lightly scrape my ring finger, wincing at the sting.

 

This better work.

 

After reaching the airport, I call him, praying that it goes to voicemail.

 

It doesn’t.

 

“I’m breaking up with you,” I say, and hang up before he can get a word in.

 

I go to my parents’ house, explaining the situation.

 

My father threatens to kill Lucifer after I tell them all of it, minus the reliving Christmas Eve part.

 

“On the bright side, that means you’ll be there to spend Christmas with us this time.”

 

“I hope.”

 

******

 

I wake up, and this time, I look at my finger.

 

There is no ring.

 

Instead, there is a small scar barely visible anymore, but it is there.

I can’t believe it.

 

Reaching for my phone, I turn it on, my heart beating faster and faster.

 

December 25th.

 

Christmas.

 

Finally.

 

I’m unable to suppress my scream of joy, and as my parents run in, scared, I start jumping around, dancing with them and singing Christmas carols.

 

♫ Deck the halls with boughs of holly

Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

'Tis the season to be jolly

Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♫

 

‘Tis the season to be jolly indeed.

 

Merry Christmas to me.

 

******

December 24, 2020 07:39

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45 comments

I am on a roll reading your latest stories, and this one is just amazing! I loved the way you added a bit of suspense to this Christmas Story! Lovely job! :)

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Writer Maniac
15:21 Dec 25, 2020

Yay! I'm so glad you're reading them and commenting too, I really appreciate it!

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Oh, no problem!

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TJ Squared
05:44 Mar 07, 2021

I'm noticing a pattern...in all of your top 10 stories in your bio, that's when the down-voters get worse. I defiantly feel like someone is targeting you, especially since this has happened more than once. Almost done (I hope) with going though all your comments and pushing that up arrow :)

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Writer Maniac
05:52 Mar 07, 2021

Yup, that's true. Thank you for all your help :)

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TJ Squared
05:56 Mar 07, 2021

np!

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That Asian Creep
10:49 Dec 24, 2020

Wow- I love the story... the suspense is effective.

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Writer Maniac
13:23 Dec 24, 2020

I would really appreciate if you left a like for this story too!

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Writer Maniac
12:18 Dec 24, 2020

Thank you so much, I really appreciate it!

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Writer Maniac
12:18 Dec 24, 2020

Could you please fill the form in my bio, it would be of great help to me!

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Phoenix Osborne
21:24 Dec 11, 2021

love it ;)

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Wow. This story really hot home. It was very well written. I wish there were days that.we could relive to get them.right, especially in these situations. Maybe I would have gotten out sooner. This.was so excellent.

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Writer Maniac
07:07 Feb 18, 2021

Thank you so much, I really appreciate it!

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You're welcome.😊

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Coco Longstaff
07:24 Jan 03, 2021

Yikes for a minute I thought she had the amnesia like the girl in 51st dates. (Do you know that movie?) Wow its so dramatic but I’m glad that in the end, Eva breaks up with Lucifer. So glad!!

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Writer Maniac
07:32 Jan 03, 2021

I haven't heard of that movie, no. Thank you for reading!

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Coco Longstaff
07:36 Jan 03, 2021

That’s ok. You’re welcome!

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10:56 Dec 31, 2020

Very creative thought! I like the way the main character resolves the conflict within herself as well as with Lucifer.

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Writer Maniac
11:55 Dec 31, 2020

Thank you so much for the comment, I really appreciate it! I would love to hear your thoughts on two stories that I'm really proud of, 'Game Over' and 'Not Worth It' whenever you get the time :)

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GRACE LARSON
04:10 Dec 31, 2020

Loved this story!! Very simple style, but beautiful all the same. I loved the idea of getting caught in a loop!! Really a great way to address this prompt and create a wonderful story at the same time:) You did a great job of creating descriptions that land the reader right in the story and building tension until the very end.

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GRACE LARSON
04:11 Dec 31, 2020

Also, thank you for making it end happily!! Love happy endings:)

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Writer Maniac
04:12 Dec 31, 2020

I try my best to make them end happily, but that's not always the case :D

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Writer Maniac
04:12 Dec 31, 2020

Thank you so much for a wonderful comment, it really made my day! Thank you for reading the story! P.S. I would love to hear your thoughts on two of my stories 'Game Over' and 'Not Worth It' which I'm really proud of :)

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GRACE LARSON
04:17 Dec 31, 2020

Ahaha I actually just read 'Game Over' and was about to leave a comment:) And...I totally loved it!! It was such a thought-provoking story! The mental agony building throughout the piece was hard to read, but totally worth it. Fluid, heartfelt descriptions that really resonated with me:)

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Writer Maniac
04:33 Dec 31, 2020

Thank you so much, I'm glad it resonated with you! I really appreciate you reading my stories! I have a list of my favourite stories of mine in my bio, if you wanna check them out anytime!

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M. Dupré
00:16 Dec 30, 2020

This story was hella good. Intense and visceral, you gave me no choice but to keep on reading. This is really a unique take on a Christmas story. Kudos for following the prompt, BTW. Not everyone did.

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Writer Maniac
01:45 Dec 30, 2020

Thank you so much, I appreciate it! I really tried to make it interesting enough, as everyone else had chosen to have five different people propose, which I found to be really unrealistic, so I decided to do it this way. I'm glad you liked it!

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M. Dupré
02:09 Dec 30, 2020

Yeah...the premise was a challenge to work around, for sure. I'm trying to weave some romantic elements into the sci-fi novel I'll finish *someday*, so I entered this prompt for some practice. My sub did go the five-person route, but I tried to make it believable. I don't think my attempt has been approved yet. I entered the contest with only two minutes to spare! It's my first prompt :-)

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Writer Maniac
02:12 Dec 30, 2020

Cool! I'll definitely check it out when I can!

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Sam W
02:36 Dec 29, 2020

What a ride. What a dark take on Groundhog Day, heck of a theme, and a relatable MC, which is not easy to portray in such extreme situations. I loved the characters’ names(I’m a sucker for symbolism). The last two scenes with Lucifer, though, where he “takes (her throwing up) as a yes” and throws champagne in her face, are a bit unrealistic in my opinion, even in the abuser scenario, because a smart abuser would not do this sort of thing in public.

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Writer Maniac
03:19 Dec 29, 2020

Thank you so much, I appreciate it! I was hoping for someone to comment on the names, I'm glad you noticed it :) There is a point where it stops being reality and everything just gets blurred, so it helps to confuse the reader a bit :)

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Sam W
13:48 Dec 29, 2020

Understood. As a nightmare it does work excellently, since it mirrors Eva’s mounting anxiety. All the same, I would suggest introducing a few other elements of surreality in these scenarios(I’m nitpicking here ) so we have more clues as to the nightmare. I explore a similar theme in my story “Salamander”. I’d love to hear your critique, if you’re interested:)

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Annette Lovewind
20:28 Dec 28, 2020

Ok so this was really good! Very creative indeed highly enjoyed! I love how you displayed a toxic relationship and how much it took for her to get out of it. Overall really nice job!

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Writer Maniac
01:44 Dec 29, 2020

Thank you so much, I really appreciate it!

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Amel Parvez
09:29 Dec 28, 2020

this one is the best one!

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Mickey D
12:06 Dec 27, 2020

Finally a good story I've seen for this prompt! All the other stories I've read were about 5 different guys proposing, except this story is unique and unlike the others!

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Writer Maniac
12:08 Dec 27, 2020

That's a high compliment! Thank you so much, I'm so glad you liked it! P.S. I wrote two stories for the recent prompts called 'Game Over' and 'Not Worth It' and I would love for you to check it out, I'm really proud of them :)

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Writer Maniac
12:28 Dec 27, 2020

Could you also please leave a comment and let me know what your thoughts are on them?

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Mickey D
12:36 Dec 27, 2020

Sure

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Aman Fatima
08:11 Dec 25, 2020

The story was amazing. It reminded me of groundhog day, repeating the same events until the girl realizes what she has to go. The description and dialogues are all balanced. It's really well written.

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Writer Maniac
08:14 Dec 25, 2020

Thank you so much, I'm so glad you liked it!

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Writer Maniac
08:15 Dec 25, 2020

I would love to know your thoughts on the two recent stories I posted: 'Game Over' and 'Not Worth It'

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Leya Newi
16:50 Dec 24, 2020

This was amazing! I love the idea of the day repeating until you figure out what’s happening and what you need to do. Keep writing, Writer!

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Writer Maniac
16:59 Dec 24, 2020

Thank you so much, I really appreciate it! I'm so glad you liked it!

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Writer Maniac
17:00 Dec 24, 2020

I would love to know your thoughts on my latest story 'Game Over', wrote it in forty-five minutes right after the prompts came out today :)

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