Secrets Of River Valley

Chapter 40

Dear journal,
How do I even begin to tell
anyone what I saw in my dream.
I wasn't even sure what the dream
itself meant. But something told me
it had to do with the city gem.
I was afraid to ask , too afraid
to even figure out who that
man was. But it left like I knew him.
like I've seen him before. But where??

            "Are you okay" aunt Rita asked, sitting at the foot of my bed. It's been over an hour since I woke up screaming. I could still feel the ache in my chest where the man placed his hand. But what was that glowing Zircon for, and why was he holding it over me?

           "I'm fine" I whispered, the moment my room was filled with worried family and friends, all except my mother and Harlem. It wasn't like I was expecting them to be there. They never were before. "Where's Klaus?" I asked, missing his calming touch. He was the only reason why I was calm since I woke up.

          "He's in the kitchen making you something to calm you down" she smiled, running her hand up and down my feet in a comforting manner. I sigh, gazing down at my fumbling finger. A soft knock sounded on my bedroom door. My gaze flicker to the door where my mother stood with a plate. "I'll leave you two alone" I watched as aunt Rita made her way pass my mother and out of the room, leaving us alone. The silence was uncomfortable.

           "So....." She dragged out, handing me the plate, on the plate was a bowl of cereal with strawberries on top. "I thought you might want something to eat" she said.

           "I'm allergic to strawberries" I simply replied, resting the bowl on my night table. Not once meeting her gaze.

            "No your not" she replied with a light chuckle. I'm not sure if it was because of the blank expression, but the smile on her face instantly fell. "Oh....I guess I don't know much about you anymore do I" she joked, sitting on the edge of my bed.

            "I guess not" I blurted out softly, not caring. It wasn't until now, I realized that my mother knew nothing about me. All she did was try to mold me the way she wanted. My own life wasn't her priority, to her I was a younger version of her and she was leading me down the path she wanted for herself. But that was nothing that I wanted. At this point I hardly knew what I wanted.

            "Listen here little girl, you might not be under my roof but I am still your mother, you'll respect me as such" she said in a demanding tone, her gaze fixated on me. "I see you have friends" lifting her fingers as she air qouted 'friends'. Her dislike towards having friends was beyond me. Having friends were amazing, and I was happy with the one's I had. "Especially that boy" she paused, glancing around my room. "And I don't approve.... I booked us a ticket back to Tennessee, I'm expecting you to be packed and ready to leave by tonight"

             "She's not going anywhere" Klaus replied, strolling into my room with tray of my favorite food. French toast, scrambled eggs, bacon and nuggets with a cup of hot chocolate and a bottle of nutella.

              "Excuse me, she's my daughter and my responsibility, you have no say in any of this" my mother simply stated, standing from her place on my bed to face Klaus who was now seated beside me spreading nutella on a piece of toast.

              "I don't, but I don't care" he said, handing the toast to me, which I gladly took. Munching on its know we crispy goodness. His thumb gliding along my lower lip. "she's not your carry along, she's a person and she has a say in everything". My mother huffed, turning to face me with blush red cheeks.

               "Who do you think you are?" She exclaimed, pointing a finger at him. Standing from his seat beside me, making his way around the bed to face her. Stand five feet above her.

              "Klaus Michaelson, her boyfriend" he said sternly, staring down at her small figure. "I don't care who you think you are...don't you ever raise your voice at me again, and if you ever order her around again you won't like it" he hissed, his golden orbs turning blood red. His fang's slowly emerging, his veins beating out of his skin. Rushing to me feet, my hands contacting to his heaving chest. I could feel his slowly calming at my touch.

               "Calm down" I whispered, easing into him as his hands found there way around my waist. Pulling me into him, "please leave" I said, gazing over my shoulder at my mother who stood there flabbergasted. His fingers resting under my chin, lifting my head to face look at him. His soft lips crashing against mine in a sweet kiss.

               "I can't believe you'd chose a boy over your own mother" she managed to say with a scoff.

              "I chose the one who treats me like a person and not an object" I shot back, surprising myself more than her. I've never spoken back before, the first time that has ever happened, I was six and I lived to regret it. I still hold the scar to prove it. My mothers expression turned grim, turning away from us and stomped away. Stopping at the door, she glanced over her shoulder.

             "If your not on that plane, you are no longer my daughter" silent tears slid down my cheeks as she walked away. Klaus's thumb sliding across my cheek, wiping away my tear.

            "Don't cry nena" he said softly.

            "You know Spanish" I asked, trying to change the subject. He smile's, licking his lips.

             "Si mi amor, lo hago" he smiled, pressing a soft kiss on my slightly parted lips. I've always dreamt about learning to speak Spanish. the only word i knew in Spanish was puta and i can't go around calling people a bitch.

            "Say something else in Spanish" I said with a wide grin, wrapping my arm around his hard biceps. 

            "Eres la luz en mis ojos y el amor de mi vida" he smiled, staring into my soul with so much love and admiration in his eyes. 

              "What does that mean" 

                "You'll know in due time mi amor" bringing his lips down against mine. 

                 "Its time" Elijah said from my doorway.