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She tells me, lurching forward and landing directly on Gideon, he falls on his back and odelia takes over whimpering into his shoulder, licking him.
But that’s not what shocked me, what shocked me was the fact I could hear, I could hear everything.
“Olivia your so beautiful”
A voice as sweet as butter tells me, my head snaps to him, it was Gideon. He notices my shock
“What’s wrong? Are you ok?”
We nod our head and nudge his ear with our nose
“Ears? Hear, holy s**t you can hear?”
We chirp turning to look for my family, my mum and dad sat watching us, both of them had tears stream down there face as I go to them, kneeling in submission
“No daughter of mine kneels to anyone. Rise princess and welcome”
Dad says kneeling in front of me and lifting my head. As he does I lick his cheek, then my mums as she hugs me.
“So he really was your mate all along?”
Dad asks, I chirp in happiness going back to Gideon and attacking him again. He laughs pushing me off him and he pulls the shirt from his back
“Let’s run”
With that we shake our tale in excitement.
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4 months later…
“You can do this, almost there now”
My mother tells me, It was getting close now; the babies head had already been born and now I had to wait until she slid from within me.
“Yesss, good yes! There you go yesssss!”
My mum calls, by now I was almost delirious, Nobody ever told you how painful it was to give birth, just the usual speel about how it’s natural and all that crap. They don’t say it makes you feel like your body is being ripped into 2 pieces.
But as her legs slips out and they place her on my chest something inside my brain explodes, blinding pain spreads throughout my head, the baby lets off the same scream, I feel something move from within me and move into her.
It’s so bad I couldn’t focus or hold her, I fall back against the bed as I hear a ringing in my ears, then I hear a cry, a scream actually. It’s faint but I hear it.
Looking up I see my baby crying
“I can hear”
I tell my mother. She looks at me in shock, then her eyes fall to my baby who was still screaming in blinding pain
“Oh no no no no no, it’s the curse, your child will now suffer and you will have to sit back and watch, she’s going to lose her hearing as you regain yours”
She tells me, tears spill from my eyes as I sob. To have anyone go through what I went through as a child was bad enough, but to watch a baby deal with it was on a different level.
“I will kill her for this, I will kill her for ruining my child’s life”
I tell my mother, grabbing my baby and I hold onto her head, I remember the pressure would help me as a child, so I try to hold it for her, as I do it she stops crying. I smile down at her, kissing her little face then I look around the room and I nod to the cloth
“Hand me the cloth, the pressure will help her”
I order mum, she grins at me grabbing it and together we wrap up the babies head. She stops crying instantly
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The vision moves on through generations, the same cycle going over and over again, I felt every pain, every little bit of guilt and every heartbreak. As I open my eyes and come out of the vision I’m sobbing.
The pain each child had to suffer, how their mother continued to have babies and not stop themselves made me angry. Really f*****g angry, it was like after a while it was ok, you might be deaf now but not for long, no as soon as you have a baby you will hear again so it’s all going to be ok. It was sick and twisted and how they allowed this to happen, how they allowed this to continue all these years made me furious
“What can I do”
I ask Jesus who was watching my every breath
“Let the curse die with you”
He answers simply, I nod my head
“Ok so I don’t get pregnant?”
He shakes his head
“Sadly that won’t work, a few have tried but nobody has succeeded. The curse somehow makes you more fertile. Unless we take the ability away from you”
“What? You never said anything about this?”
Carly snaps
“It’s fine, do it, take the ability”
“Ehh no, that’s not happening, heartly think about this, you won’t ever have children ever?”
“I know, not naturally I won’t, I was adopted, pops was adopted, jez even Jesus was kind of adopted and we all turned out ok. I will not, and I repeat, I will not ever make a child suffer through this!”
She closes her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose
“You should talk with Desmond”
I shake my head
“My body, my choice, take the ability”
I say looking to Jesus, he hesitates
“What?”
I ask, wishing he would just spit the entire thing out
“If we take the ability and your new peck finds out, because they eventually will, there will be an uproar. The only way is if it’s taken from you. I have an idea but it’s going to be scary for you”
“Will you just spit it out already”
I snap at him, he smiles just slightly before clearing his throat and pulling on a straight face
“As you know your new pack will doubt your abilities, they will try to run you off but if I allow and only if your ok with it, if I allow them to hurt you, to make sure you won’t ever have kids it will give you the opportunity to prove what you are really made off, it will show them how powerful you are so coming out the other side you will be wombless yet fearless.”
My stomach drops, I always thought they wouldn’t believe in me but Jesus saying I can do this made me believe in myself in a very unusual way. An urge to please him and prove myself sent a calming wave of peace through my body.
“But your Jesus, can’t you just take the curse away?”
Carly shouts at him, it was unusual to see her so mad. But she was mad, fuming actually
“Not with the way you imagine no, almost any curse and I can click my fingers and it’s gone, this is embedded into her soul, she carries the souls of not just her but her ancestors. All cursed to live on through the pain with her. This can be stopped by heartly making the decision to let the curse die with her. When she makes that decision then I take her womb and with it the souls that are stuck with her and her line”
Carter pulls Carly into a hug, rubbing his hands up and down her back. Kissing her head and smiling down at me
“We will support your decision”
“And you won’t tell a soul, I make the solemn promise to you now, in 2 years when I move you may allow
This to happen to me. I won’t change my mind and I give you full permission to allow this in the hopes you will ready a child in need that you have chosen for me to adopt one day. I want to be a mother, but I don’t need that baby to be blood”
Jesus smiles at me
“You have made the right decision, lay back”
I do as I’m told, as I lay back Jesus taps my forehead with his fingers and with it I fall into a deep peaceful sleep.
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