FALLING FOR HIM

New Beginning

Kylie's POV

“Mum… not now please,” I prayed in my heart as I tightened my grip on the edge of my dress and involuntarily closed my eyes tightly while lifting my hands to cover my shivering lips.

The sound of my own whimpering woke me up from my nightmare. I took a deep breathe and started counting from one to ten over and over again like I do every time I wake up from these nightmares.

But all my attempts failed, I can’t stop thinking about how pale my mother had looked on the bed when I had seen her in my dream like vision. How the blood flowed free and her eyes looked lifeless

I came down from my bed and walked straight to the kitchen for a glass of water. I really wanted to calm myself down without waking up my aunt.

This is not my first time having these dreams… even at twenty four years old, I have being having these nightmares before I turned eighteen. Sometimes I just want to know the whole truth and let it go, maybe it’s a desperate need to drown my sorrows and it pulls me like an invisible thread.

The fact that my mum died at an early age has always affected my physical and emotional state. My aunt has being the best over years and I couldn’t have asked for a better guardian but still… I miss my mum.

I had applied for a job at a real estate firm a week ago. It’s actually a part-time job to help assist my aunt. Not that she is complaining. She seems to have everything settled all the time, and when ever I ask her how she does it she just smiles and say you will learn.

I looked around our small but comfortable kitchen and smiles to myself. We have lots of memories here that makes this our family of two awesome. My aunt is simply the best.

Taking the gulp of water I gently put down the glass cup not to make any sound.

I stood up from my seat and walked towards the bedroom and instincts told me my aunt is awake.

“You do know you can’t be too quiet around me right?,” A low gentle voice said from behind me which made me scoff.

I turned around and my gaze met a pair of beautiful sky blue eyes smiling mischievously at me, those eyes never cease to bring a smile to my face.

She has eyes just the same colour as my dad’s. Finally, I tilted my head back as I looked up at her hovering over me, how she does that all the time still baffles me. I mean I know that I try my best to be noiseless. Didn’t I?

“Stop trying to figure out how I knew you were awake, we both know am a light sleeper and this is my house I am useless to every sound that is in it” She said

“ Tell me about it, you say that all the time. But you forget I also grew up in this house but I don’t remember ever catching you awake when am not. But you just seems to know when I wake up and walk around” I said looking at her

She smiled at my statement and shook her head. “Let’s just say unlike some persons who sleep like a log, I pay attention to my environment like the responsible adult that I am. Besides I heard you whimpering again in your sleep” Then she looked at me seriously

“Another nightmare?”

I parted my lips to explain, but nodded instead. She walked towards me and gave me a hug. Somehow I didn’t realize I needed that hug until I was engulfed in her warm arms. I had promised myself a long time back that I won’t cry at any cause. That promise was the only thing I kept me from crying tonight, but I took pleasure in melting into her warm hug.

The urge to cry intensified, and I clamped my eyes together as I tried to hold it in, the tingling on my side of my eyes made me swallow.

“You don’t have to hold back you know, why try to hold so much when you can’t handle it,” the softness of her voice and the warmth cause d me to lose control.

“I just miss her so bad” I finally let the dam loss.

“I know sweetie, me too but we’ve got each other and that’s what makes it easier and better to fight and hold on together. Not alone but together. I promise it will get better” she kissed my forehead and hugged me again.

She suddenly pulled back and I felt like she had enough of me.

“Come with me,” she said and started to walk out of the kitchen holding my hands. I followed her willingly.

She took me to her room which was beautifully decorated with a wolf theme. That’s right, wolf theme.

My aunt is a big fan of werewolves. She never cease to use every opportunity to tell me all she knows about them in her cause of studying them according to her. I on the other hand am skeptical about them. Am not doubting their existence but still can’t really say I believe they do.

She opened her wardroom and brought out an old looking box, this is the second time I am seeing this box and my guess is this would be the first time I would be seeing it’s contents.

‘I can’t believe am about to finally know the content of the weird looking’ I thought to myself

‘Its not weird it’s just old’

Oh yes my aunt has a weird telepathic powers. I said weird because she actually not telepathic but can somehow read some of my thoughts. She randomly always does that.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as she puts down the weird sorry old box closed to me.

She looked down at me and sighed, “This is something I have being meaning to show you for a long time, but I was worried about your constant nightmare and won’t want anything to make it worse. But I guess it’s time you know a little about your parents and what they both stand for.”

Immediately she opened the box, “You look shocked,” she laughed at my expression, I stood up with my curiosity dying even before it could be fed. I kept looking at the content of the box and my aunt that was practically on the floor laughing herself to a coma.

“How are these things related to my parents and their dreams I screamed at her.”

“They don’t” she said amongst her constant laughter, you need to have seen your face it was hilarious. She continued laughing

I couldn’t stop myself from joining in the fit of laughter.

“I can’t believe you were seriously keeping these old toys and actually made me believe that there something of great importance in this box” I said in-between laughs even as tears were rolling down my eyes.

“Hey these old toys have sentimental values okay,” she said . “There were our play things. Your dad and I spent most of our childhood building memories around these toys. After he died I couldn’t throw them out and your mother didn’t want me to give them to you because it really hurt her to see them.”

I looked closely at the toys and sighed

“Yea, I can see my mother trying her best to keep my dad’s memories at bay.”

Aunt Carla looked at me with sympathy in her eyes and took my hands again

“Hey she loved you both more than anything in this world and I was and am still the world’s proudest sister in law and aunt for having both of you with me at some point.”

We both have grieved in our own various ways. When mum died I could speak to anyone for weeks.

Aunt Carla never stopped coming to talk to me and making sure I ate and took a bath. When I finally started coming downstairs and interacting with her I still couldn’t get over my grief. I yelled at her when ever she tells me to be strong. I believe she couldn’t understand I felt at that time and wouldn’t being that close to my mother to actually feel the weight of her death.

All that changed when after having my nightmares during one of the nights and she came to comfort me as usual.

I woke up to the sound of silent crying, I didn’t know how I heard it but I know I could hear it clearly but it was coming from the house but rather outside. I tiptoed out to my balcony to have a clear view and there I saw my aunt crying silently and asking the same question over and over again

‘Why Edith, why did you have to leave us now, why, I can’t do this alone. Please’

Looking at her that night I suddenly realised that even I have being too hard on her. She was also grieving but I was too affected to see it. That night I made two shocking discoveries.

First is that my aunt is human and she can cry

Second I could read minds.

Aunt Carla took the box into the wardrobe and kept it back in it's safe place

“Maybe we should have a girls night today, how about sleeping in my room. We don't need to talk if you don't want to” She said

I smiled at her and said ok. We made the bed and both laid down to sleep. she pulled me into her arms and was stroking my hair like a baby and sing a beautiful lullaby to me. As I gradually drift off to sleep I thought to myself

Yeah that night was when I knew I had my

mother’s power. Telepathy. That's right, I can read minds and hear people's thoughts.