I Belong To Them

Healing Hands

 I continued to rub the sides of my head as they commenced throbbing. I went into my room quietly and somberly, careful to not make any unnecessary noise that will worsen my headache. My eyes narrowed as my mom's figure, perched on my bed, came into view. Her keen stare became uncomfortable, and I just knew she wasn't done with me yet. Don't I deserve a break? I've been dealing with this since morning, I think I deserve a rest from it all..

I haven't even been here for two days yet, and I'm already thinking about a vacation, far, far, far away from here.

"I heard Roxanne has told you about Damien and Drake," my mom stated ever so calmly. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Told me about who? The only name I heard all throughout was Emrick, who was supposedly my "vampire" father, These people are full of it. I squint as my headache finally takes control, and I am unable to keep my eyes open.

"Who are Demon and Dracula again?"

Mom frowned, not liking my attempt at humor to lighten up the situation. "Damien and Drake are Roxanne's first set of twins. Keep up, Crystal."

Is she really going to dump all of this on me less than thirty minutes ago, and pretend like it's all some story that I'm missing all the important facts on? Wow, when you think you know someone.

Mom let an exasperated sigh out. I rubbed my temples once more, in hopes of relieving the pain. My mom's eyes followed my movements, and it apparently dawned on her that both she and Roxanne have given me a mighty neuralgia.

She stepped forward, batted my hands away, and replaced them with her own. Her cool fingertips rested on my forehead ans, immediately I felt warmth invade my body. An image of the beach popped into my mind, and I smiled. With every passing second, the pain was fading away, until I just didn't feel it anymore.

My mother removed her hand from my head and asked, " Is that better?" I nodded ready to question her on how did she do that. Before I opened my lips to state the inquiry, I remembered that Roxanne had said something about my mom and a healer.

Mom cupped my cheeks in both of her hands and asked me, "Do you want to talk about it now, or later?"

Mixed feelings erupted inside me, for the way she said "it" so gently only could mean one thing. I think I'm having an anxiety attack. Curiosity bit at me, and I really want to know; but ignorance really is bliss, and I'm so damn confused at this point. I could really use the details right now, because I'm just going to think about all the " what-ifs"' anyway, and really work up a migraine, just like Roxanne said. Not to mention, my sanity is holding together by a thread.

I put on a brave face, softly saying, "Now, definitely now."

"Okay, let's talk about Damien. He was the first one who started following me around everywhere I went. I thought it was going to be just him, so he got my attention the most, at first anyways. Then a few weeks later, Drake had a nightmare, and he walked out of his room, in the dark, to come lay right next to my well inflated abdomen. It was then I realized how special of a child you really were. To find not one, but two mates waiting for you in the outside world, while you were still forming. They never left me by myself. Even if I went to a*****e, one of them would beg and cry to come along." My mom looked at the door, but it seemed as if she were distant, a very long distance away from here - eighteen years ago to be exact.

"It almost tore me in two when I left them. They were crying nonstop, feeling lost, I bet. That -" Tears pooled in of my mom's eyes, with her hand lying under her chin, looking so far away, even though she was only a few feet away from where I stood. "That's what happens when you feel like you lost your mate, you know? You feel lost without them. It truly is an awful, gut wrenching feeling, and I can't believe the pain I put them through when I left. " She lowered her head, as if in defeat, or surrender.

She looked up at me, a diaphanous coat of tears making her eyes shine. "I'm sorry I separated you, but you have to know why. Your father went missing right before I went back to my old pack. I couldn't find him. I thought he left me, alone, with his baby to raise. It was almost a year later when Emrick's father approached me in a dark alley years ago. He told me they kidnapped his son. He told me Emrick was gone, never to be found in this world again. But most importantly. he told me to run, hide, and flee from the monster's that captured his own flesh and blood, so the same would not become of us. So I did. But you have come of age. Just one week from now, and you'll be your own person. I couldn't keep you from your destiny; you belong with Damien. You belong with Drake. They are your mates, your other halves.

'For eighteen years you will have been separated, but by the arrival of this upcoming Sunday, you will be one again. You will be together again, and the bliss joy of it alone will bring you great satisfaction throughout your life, Crystal. It will be the best thing you have ever experienced. There will be no greater happiness nor fulfillment. My presence will also be unnecessary here, and I will take my leave the same day."

"Wait, what? Take your leave? What coco are you talking about?" I finally interrupted my mom's flow of words.

She blinked, looking utterly stumped. "I am taking my departure by the mid of the same day your mates and you shall unite."

"Wait what? I don't understand. Are you going to leave me?" My face crumbled at the processing of the expressions she was putting forward. I bet it was probably as red as a tomato at this point, because tears ran down my face, in what seemed to be a never-ending river of them.

"Awwww, don't cry sweetie. I'm here, don't cry, please don't cry." She pulled into a hug, coaxing me to pipe down. But I wouldn't. My body was shaking, and I started sniffling. She was going to leave me with a bunch of people I don't even know.

"Why are you leaving?" The question came out of me, with sobs following.

"Shhhhhh, quiet down, I'm still here."

I swallowed the noises trying to come out, and wiped at my tears with my hands.

Once I was a little calmer than before, I asked again, "Why are you leaving?"

She pulled away and stared at me, while sorrow and regret marred her features. "I'm going to avenge my mate."

My mom let go of me, turned, sighed, and walked out of my room soon after. She shut the door beyond her, making a very audible thump in her mist. Tears formed in my eyes once more, as I walked over to the only thing that has been supporting me these last two days. My bed welcomed me willingly, pillows and blankets surrounding my suddenly chill body.

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    I stayed in bed almost every minute of the following day, reading the whole series of How to Train Your Dragon. My mom left before dawn, and didn't come back until almost sunset. My dinner consisted of Doritos and vanilla ice cream, and I honestly didn't mind. I guess staying in bed all day really makes a person tied, because I drifted off to sleep before the clock even stroke eight.