Chapter 12
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I had taken the day off. I called in and told Debbie that I was sick. I was not really sick. It was just helping that little boy really took a toll on me. It affected me deeply inside.
I knew the other boys were going to be pissed off at me. And they might take it out on me. Would Michael protect me if they did? Really be on my side? Fully?
I was worried. I was scared of that one Lost Boy Charles. He was out to get me. He did not trust me. He made that perfectly clear. He wanted me gone. That might even mean he wanted me left for dead. I lay in bed. I cover up my head as the sun shined through. I was close to tears. Gram would tell me to go back into work. Face my fears like a woman.
My mom would tell me to quit my job. And that was the very last thing I wanted to do. Michael and the Lost Boys needed me. I also kept thinking about that kiss we shared.
I was not helping Michael to want to cross over. Kissing him was going to make him want to stay here. Maybe that was not good for him. Maybe he should cross over. Be at peace. Though deep within me I wanted to keep him here. Was I selfish?
Someone knocks on the door.
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"Come on in" I speak up.
It was my mother. She brought me breakfast. "Here you need to eat! I know you said you did not want to right yet. But we made pancakes, I know they are your favorite" she tells me. "Well for breakfast"
"Thanks mom" I say as I smile at her.
"Are you on your period?" she has to ask.
I groan. "Mother!" I snap.
"Well I bet know what it is" she speaks up. She sets the tray of food down on my dresser. She stands over me then brushes my bangs out of my face.
"You do huh?" I sigh.
She nods as she sets down on the bed beside me. "I felt the same way when I first helped a young spirit cross over. Was I doing the right thing? Where did they leave to? Why do people have to die so young" she begins to explain to me.
She did know!
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"That is part of it. I am scared to. One boy is challenging me. He does not want to cross over yet. I can't reach him at all" I sigh.
"Michael?" she asks me.
I shake my head. "This boys name is Charles. He was twelve when he passed away" I explain.
"Oh" mother says.
"I fear he will be angered with me when he finds out I helped his friend cross over" I tell her.
She hugs me. "You will be fine. Remember, you are stronger than they are! They need our strength to be able to do anything. Without the living they are nothing. He is feeding off you. And he knows he needs you. Otherwise he would have gotten rid of you already" she warns me.
I frown. "Oh, my goodness" I sigh.
"It is true they are more afraid of us then we are of them. They know we can get rid of them" mother says. "Forever"
"Thanks mom. For understanding. And the advice. Why don't you help people you know? Cross over?" I ask her.
She smiles sadly. "It happened when dad died. I could not make my own father cross over. It was to painful. I was no help to anyone. I stopped helping once dad died"
"Is that why grandpa is still here?" I wonder.
She nods. "Part of it"
"Why did you not tell me I had a gifts?" I ask her.
"Well I was hoping you did not. But when I saw you talking to great aunt Martha at her funeral when she was dead, I knew you had it. I did not say anything" she mutters. "I hoped you would not notice it to much. And you had been doing fine. Until Michael found you" she grumbles.
"He was looking out for the children who was stuck over at Neverland. I bet once they pass over, he might" I tell her.
She hugs me. "Do what you feel is right" she reminds me. I hug her back.
"Thanks mom" I say.
"And one more thing" she adds as she gets up to go.
I smile. "What?!"
"Eat breakfast. It is the most important meal of the day" she reminds me with a wink.
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She leaves the room. I sigh. I lay back on the bed. Everything made sense now. I knew I had to go back to Neverland.
At least mother was not trying to talk me out of helping Michael.
"Hello!" I hear him say suddenly.
"Michael!" I gasp. "You know where I live?" I stammer as I cover up with a blanket. I was wearing a night gown.
He forms in front of me. He smiles. "Yes, I have for awhile now" he tells me. "I wanted to make sure none of the boys followed you and bothered you"
"Oh, thank you" I gratefully say.
"I heard you talking with your mother. You do not really want me to cross over do you?" he wonders softly.
That left me at a loss for words. Tears spring to my eyes. He was my favorite singer. My everything. Of course, I never wanted the world to lose the greatest entertainer there was. But Michael was not at peace. I could not keep him here because I wanted to. Could I?
"Michael none of this is easy for me" I mutter softly.
He smiles sadly at me. "I know it is. But I am at peace. I do not need it" he warns me.
I shake my head. "You do not seem like it"
"I am. Really!" he sighs. "I am alone finally. And I can come and go when ever I please. No one bothers me" he chuckles.
"Michael..." I sigh.
"Well I am not at total peace" he at last says.
"Oh why?" I ask him.
He smiles down at me as he floats beside me. "I never fully got to find love. Or experience being loved. Loved by the one person we all wanted. You know the one. The one we are meant for on earth. I never found her" he explains.
I smile sadly at him. "I am sorry for that Michael. A lot of spirits have unfinished business" I remind him.
"I had everything money could buy. Everything but that" he tells me sadly.
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Suddenly we are face to face.
His brown eyes study my face intently. "Have you ever had it?" he asks softly.
"Had what Michael?" I ask.
"A love you would do anything for? A love worth living for?" he asks me.
I shake my head. "I never have been in love before" I say softly as I find my words stuck in my throat.
Then the next thing I know his lips claim mine in a kiss. I close my eyes giving into the kiss. Tenderly his lips graze over mine. Softly like butterfly wings flickering over my hand. After the beautiful kiss ends our eyes open. He smiles at me.
"Michael..." I breath out his name.
Then like that he was gone within a blink of an eye. I sigh as I lay on the bed to think of what I needed to do next. My mind was in a hazy blur.
And my lips still tingled from his sweet kiss. I was so confused. My heart was a tangled mess right now. Michael was not any help with the matter.
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