North Hillside Chapter 2
In her dimly-lit bedroom, Alice observed the timeless rhythm of Ray's breathing. His bare and furry body seemed all the more enticing. The satisfaction of having a man to snuggle up to was immeasurable. With Mike frequently away, he'd taken to sleeping in the guest bedroom, seemingly to avoid any intimate contact. More likely, it was merely a pretext. She glanced at the illuminated digits on her bedside clock. It was a quarter past five. The birds had begun their early morning melody.
The morning's calm held a quiet serenity. The rain had ceased, the wind's wrath dissipated. Only occasionally did the wind brush against the roof, muttering deeply at the windows. Alice rested comfortably on the precipice of sleep. Remarkably relaxed from the steady intake of whiskey and the intense sexual engagement she and Ray had engaged in, her mind wandered into undesired territory.
The thought whispered across her mind. The belief that she had been punished by God for desiring a child. What she did in her past had caused this misfortune. In her forty-third year, the prospect of motherhood rapidly receded as perimenopause drew nearer.
But then, the chilling, unwelcomed thought she'd fought against countless times had imprinted itself on her mind. She descended fully into the abyss of slumber. She plummeted into an emptiness, her feeling of despair intensifying.
She stood in a curiously mystifying place, shrouded in darkness with traces of light. A shimmering object was visible just out of sight. The chilling prophecy unfolded as she heard the deafening noise of a pipe organ echoing through her being. This experience was far more than just a dream. This was a memory, a revelation, a warning.
She found herself gliding along the aisle of a church. The altar, abandoned yet grotesque, harbored a bloodied, disembodied head. The beheaded head of Reverend Hosking stared directly at her, the cold, lifeless eyes mocking her with a chilling smile.
With a gasp, Alice wiped the sweat from her brow. She fought to maintain control of her muscles as they spasmed. She hastily relocated to the blanketed space surrounding the bed.
Ray remained unconsciously asleep, his breathing uninterrupted. The audible snores comforted her.
"Umm, sorry if I woke you up, Ray. I...perhaps couldn't fall back asleep."
Casually rubbing his eyes, he stepped out of bed and put on his glasses. "What's the matter?"
"Well, it sounds silly, but I had a truly nightmarish dream. It was grotesque. This is the most vivid dream I've ever had, to the point where I couldn't simply shrug it off."
"Really? It couldn't have anything to do with last night, could it?" He suggested with a touch of humor.
She shook her head. "No, not at all, Ray. This has absolutely nothing to do with that."
He stepped toward her, wrapped her in his arms. "Alice, you're shaking. What was this dream?"
She gulped. "Ray, as your confessor, tell me, can any wrongdoing be pardoned?"
Barely suppressing a shudder, he reclined on the bed. "Yes. However, to be pardoned, one must truly seek redemption." Inwardly, his heart sank at the thought of this beautiful woman's potential past transgressions.
She motioned towards the confession bench and began to unravel her disturbing childhood narrative. Detailing how her mother died from alcoholism when she was just a young teenager, her father's violent tendencies and his incarceration for downloading child abuse images. At sixteen, he became a victim of his own injustices, beaten to death while behind bars.
Her shrill voice reflected the horror of her memories. Ray listened intently, his eyes glued to hers. As Alice recounted the story of her troubled upbringing, his innermost fears began to surface. He hoped beyond hope that this woman he'd grown to love hadn't committed a cold, brutal murder in her past.
I escaped my home, crashing with an aunt for a short time, but my actions became so horrendous that she expelled me. I started drinking. I joined a destructive group. When I reached eighteen, I became pregnant. The father was a guy called Jordan. As soon as I revealed it to him, he distanced himself. He didn't want any involvement. A few weeks later, he got involved in a motorcycle crash that ended his life.
I considered an abortion but the thought was unbearable. Giving birth was quite painful. I put the baby up for adoption, Ray.There was no justifiable alternative. I had not been economically or emotionally or mentally equipped to support her. I regained control of my life, obtained a job, leased an apartment. Took part in a church. Became skilled in playing the organ. Experienced connections, but they didn't work out. I tended to push guys away. A decade ago, I encountered Mike. He appeared safe. He was exciting initially. Hard to believe, I know. Our lives were blissful. We moved up here from Coventry. But he developed an obsession with work after we continued to struggle having a child together. I never shared with him the child I relinquished. He wouldn’t comprehend."
"Dear Alice," Ray voiced whispering, his eyes filled with tears.
"And now, twenty-five years later, the guilt that constantly gnaws at me as the years pass wears me down like a famished dog. I question what her life is like every year on her birthday. I long for closure."
"Have you ever tried to find out?" He asked softly. "There are ways and means. If you'd like, I'll gladly take care of that."
"I haven't. I've been too scared of reopening old wounds. I would, though, want to know. I need to wrap things up."
Ray nodded and embraced her, "Alice, you're much stronger than I have ever been. I've been longing to tell you how highly I think of you."
"Many thanks for your comprehension. It feels like a burden has been removed from my shoulders."
"I want to help you in any way I can."
"By the way, how are your two kids?"
"Oh, Laura and Ben are doing fine. Laura is twenty currently and is at Salford uni, pursuing engineering. Ben's seventeen and is an apprentice. He aims to be an electrician. I encounter them when I can. We enjoy a good relationship. I have good relations with both my former partners, despite me being unfaithful."
"That's beneficial. It's great that you're all in good terms with each other."
The day was chill, dim, and ominous. The wind slammed against the glass, and sighed softly around the eaves of the house.
"Would you like a cup of tea?" Ray proposed, yanking on his underpants. "I assume we need one after everything you've shared."
"Definitely. I'm craving one."
"By the way, about that nightmare you had. Was it...regarding your child?"
Alice closed her dressing gown. "No, there was nothing resembling that. The dream was nasty and bloody. I dreamt I was in the church...and the vicar's decapitated head was on the altar."
"Holy crap," Ray chuckled. "Haven't seen that in a Tarantino movie! Couldn't the vicar's head be unharmed?"
She laughed back. "Imagine not! Unknown thoughts are baffling. Perhaps studying a passage from the Book of Revelations would expel any future malevolent dreams?"
"Certainly, mate." Alice meandered through the lounge and lifted the lid of the ancient upright piano in the corner. The instrument was shabby, having been run down, but it fulfilled its use for practice whenever the church organ couldn't be used. She played a few notes. The piano required retuning. "A hymn from the dream played in my mind. It was this one. I'm very familiar with it, yet I can't remember its name. Do you remember its title?"
Ray instantly recalled it. "Exactly. That's Hills of the North Rejoice. The chorus is Little Cornard's. One of my all-time preferred hymns. It's a Christmas hymn, but I wish it could be sung all year round. It has a powerful impact. And we indeed live amidst hills of the north, don't we?" He peeked through the patio doors. From a distance, like a phantom, Pendle Hill towered over the landscape.
During the Sunday Mass, the vicar observed that many parishioners attended, which pleased him immensely. As he was in the midst of delivering a sermon, he noticed a face amongst the crowd that made him falter slightly. She was the captivating woman he'd nearly collided with earlier. She was seated on the front row of pews.
Her attentive gaze immediately warmed him all over, and he couldn't help but feel drawn to her.
After the service, he performed his customary handshaking ritual at the exit of the church. The woman was amongst the last to leave the building.
"Ah, good morning, and it's a pleasure to see you again, um..."
"Emily," she responded.
"Emily, yes. I assume this is your first time at St. Peter's?"
"I used to come here as a child with my parents frequently. But as I grew up, I lost my faith. After my father's passing during the pandemic, my mother couldn't recover from it. She died a year later. When that happened, I regained my faith and decided to return to Clitheroe, the city where I grew up."
"I'm very sorry to hear about the loss of your parents," shared the vicar. "Did you have any brothers or sisters?"
"No," - said Emily - "I'm an only child. To find myself all alone in the world, I decided to reconnect with my faith."
"No one is ever alone in this world, if they have God's presence in their lives." replied the reverend, his voice trembling slightly. He couldn't bear for the conversation to end, even though he was meant to be joining his congregation for after-service refreshments at the church hall. "In case you have any concerns or doubts, would you like to have a private discussion about it? A relaxed and informal group meets weekly at the vicarage for a Christianity course. Alice, our organist, also attends, along with..."
"I would much prefer a private conversation," Emily retorted.
The reverend's heart skipped a beat at the sight of this mesmerizing vision in the sunshine. The flowing white dress she wore made her seem like a mirage - bright, translucent, and exquisite.
"I see. Would this evening work for you to come to the vicarage, discuss things in private? If it involves a safeguarding issue, I'm happy to assist you."
"That sounds great! Thank you so much!"
"Of course. What time does six suit you?"
Emily nodded. "No, I'm skipping the tea and biscuits at the church hall. I need to return home."
In his haste, Emily approached him, towering over him... "since you enjoyed my sermon, the way you express your thoughts remind me of a fast-flowing river," she commented.
The vicar went red in the face. His heart almost stopped. "Thank you, Emily!"
"I should get going. See you later!" she remarked before bending down to give him a quick kiss.
The vicar was momentarily speechless, trying to process the events that had unfolded.
Then it was Ray's turn to come by. "Whoa, are you okay?" were his words after seeing the vicar's flushed face.
"Yes, I'm fine. I was just lost in thought."
"Good service, Vicar."
Reverend Hosking fidgeted nervously in his living room, waiting for the time to hit six. He was as jittery as a prairie dog. His stomach was in knots. Finally, he heard the ring of his doorbell.
"All part of God's plan," he muttered, crossing himself.
During their conversation, the two of them talked about religion and various passages from the Bible. He watched her intently as she read aloud. Illuminated by the large floor lamp, her delicate silhouette cast against her dress. The vicar was taken aback by the sight and hurriedly averted his eyes.
He then questioned her about any other churches she may have visited, about her parents, and so on. He discovered she was twenty-five years old and worked as a librarian in Clitheroe. She was adopted, revealing that her adoptive parents had decided to have a child later in life. Rebecca had never attempted to locate her biological mother, stating that it's likely her birth mother had valid reasons for giving her child up.
This man couldn't deny he was enthralled by this stunning woman. "Uh, it's getting somewhat chilly in here. I'll turn on the fire."
The temperature wasn't notably low, but he needed a brief reprieve. The erection that had developed was uncomfortable, and he hoped she hadn't noticed the bulge forming in his black pants. He held the Bible in front of him as he approached the gas fire.
Emily shifted restlessly in the chair and cast a wary look at the blue flames that erupted, then subsided as he adjusted its heat to the lowest setting. She closed her Bible and stared at the glowing fire before turning back to him.
"Reverend Hosking, may I ask you a personal question?"
Caught off guard, he questioned, "Of course, Emily. Call me Graham."
"Is it possible to be instantly attracted to someone?"
There was no doubt in his mind. "Absolutely. It's possible."
"Have you felt this way before?"
Caught off guard, he flushed. "Yeah, many times. I'm not very adept at picking up lines, though. There are some things even the Bible can't help me out with!"
"I apologize for my forwardness, Reverend...Graham."
"No worries. It's my own fault. My work always seems to interfere...as does my shyness. I'm not sure the fair women of the world would want someone like me."
"I would," Emily said, eyeing him from the chair. "Shyness is endearing."
His voice trembled. "Wh-what?"
She stood up and took the stunned vicar's hands in hers. "Graham...Since the day we first met, when you told me I was beautiful, I've been attracted to you."
His heart felt armored. She had just pierced through and touched it.
Without saying another word, she pulled him closer and kissed him. The Bible slipped from Reverend Hosking's grasp as he remained motionless, too shocked to react. Gradually, her actions emboldened him, and he passionately devoured her mouth. She whimpered in his arms, gulping when he moved lower and nibbled on her neck, before moving toward her ample cleavage.
Blindly, his fumbling hands worked at the buttons of her dress, sliding beneath it and into her bra, cupping her plump breasts.
However, he stopped abruptly. "Oh my! What am I doing? I'm so sorry!"
"Don't stop." Emily spoke softly, urging him on. "God won't mind..."
She encircled him, allowing her lips to meet his. His skin tingled when his mouth found a nipple, making her gasp. She slid her hand along his thigh, feeling his throbbing erection. He growled against her chest, causing ripples of warmth to travel through her, and then she unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, withdrawing his standing pole.
"Oh..." Reverend Hosking could only cry out when her hand touched his hard-on. He was stunned.
Emily removed his shirt, with her hands slipping beneath it to explore his chest hair. His physique was lean and muscular. Emily then did something surprising, bending down and licking the tip of his cock. Reverend Hosking almost shrieked with pleasure, his body arching against the wall, bewilderment in his expression. She licked him again. He moaned.
"Is this your first time?" she asked.
"Yes." He just nodded.
Hiding a grin, she repeated her actions, paused, then bent down and took his entire length into her warm, wet mouth.
"Oh my Lord!" Reverend Hosking grunted, his body trembling against the wall, unaware of his lack of experience. "Emily..."
Suddenly, he shuddered and came, his penis discharging its semen in her mouth. Before he could warn her, he'd ejaculated, and to his astonishment, she swallowed every drop.
Emily remained quiet for a moment, her tongue stroking him softly before lifting her mouth from him. "Does this feel good?"
He nodded, his entire face flushed. "Yes...Emily..."
She stepped close and planted a kiss on his flushed cheeks. He opened his eyes, eyeing her, and Emily brushed her fingers against his lips. He opened his lips to speak, and she kissed him, savouring the taste of his cum on her lips.
Should we head up, my lovely Reverend? I'll make your initial time one to remember.
"I...I..."
She added, "It'll be fine, Graham," in an attempt to soothe him.
"I'm sorry, Emily," he stated at last. "I can't. I...suppose you should depart."
"Graham, please..."
"Pardon me," he said, turning away.
Knowing it wouldn't be wise to press him further, Emily collected her bag and hoodie. "All right."
By yourself again in the vicarage, Reverend Hosking wobbled to the dining table and zipped up his trousers. Leaning heavily against it, he felt his heart racing. His mind was in turmoil: This beautiful woman that he barely knew had splintered the barrier he'd built around himself. The unwavering devotion to the church he'd sworn to maintain. His intense shyness. But it wasn't solely his lack of experience that gave him cause for concern. It was the simple fact that he had succumbed to temptation all too effortlessly. Emily had enraptured him in a way he couldn't articulate. If she were a witch, then she'd cast some kind of spell on him. He suddenly knew he may have missed out on the finest opportunity to experience love that he'd ever have.
Weeping, he hastened upstairs to his bed.
When she got home, Emily sighed and slumped on the couch. She felt let down, but not furious with the vicar.
"He's reticent. I moved too quickly and believe what I did might have staggered him. I won't push him. I'll let him have more time."
She could taste his sperm in her mouth. She hoped she'd be able to taste it again soon.
"Good things come to those who wait."
Rain lashed throughout Sunday night. It was chilly, and the wind had fangs.
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