I've Been Waiting For You

Chapter 2

Mitchell turned to find his mom staring at him with a bemused expression on her face.

"It was nothing."

Mitchell walked towards her but quickly glanced over his shoulder to see if the stranger was still there.

But there was no one.

Maybe he was being paranoid, thinking the guy was watching him.

Why would a random guy just stand there staring at him?

Ignoring what just happened, he took the rolls of paper from his mom.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. Let's get something to eat."

He gave a quick glanced around one last time but the guy had disappeared from sight.

Fifteen minutes later they were driving back home after buying their lunch from the local diner.

A jeep was parked at the side of the road, its driver standing with one hand in his pocket staring at the house.

Mitchell glance at his mom briefly with a raised eyebrow. "Do you know him?"

Ssrah sook her head. "I have no idea who he is."

After retrieving something from the vehicle, he turned and walked towards them.

"Hello, I'm Dean Masters."

"It's nice to meet you Dean. Can I help you?"

Dean removed his sunglasses, revealing grey eyes. The shade of grey was so light, that they almost appeared silver.

"My grandfather was a friend of your father." He held up the nox. "He left this box for your father in his will."

"Why would your grandfather leave this to my father?"

"I don't know. He never shared his thoughts with any of us."

Mitchell didn't say anything regarding the situation. He just waited for his mom to handle it. She walked towards Dean and took the box from his hands.

"Oh...well, thank you."

"If you ever need anything, just let me know."

"Thank you, Dean. That's real kind of you."

"Anytime. I hope your stay in Pine Crest is a good one." He smiled at them then strode to his vehicle without looking back.

"Interesting character." Mitchell commented watching the jeep drive off.

"Come on. Let's get these bags inside the house."

He took the remaining bags from the car trailing behind his mom.

"Interesting place."

It was after six when he finally went to his room, leaving his mom alone in the living-room.

Closing the door behind he went straight to his trunk, where he kept a collection of books.

Raven was perched above his bed licking her paws, her yellow eyes following his every move.

He removed a black leather bound book, worn around the edges from constant reading. He had found this book in an old bookstore three years ago and had been drawn to it. There was no name or anything much on the cover except for a golden trinity knot also called Triquetra. At the back was the witch's charm also called a witch's knot.

His fingers traced the symbols slowly, he could still feel the heat long his fingertips, sending little shocks along his skin. He still couldn't figure out the reason he had become so attached to this book, but ever since then he felt as though it belonged to him.

He placed the book on the nightstand, and then turned to Raven.

Walking closer to her, he ran his hand lightly through her fur, making her purr.

"I guess you don't mind staying here with me?" he asked but she only purred at him.

Mitchell walked towards the bathroom door and went inside, reappearing a couple of minutes later with a towel wrapped around his waist.

He quickly dried his skin and put on pajama bottom with a t-shirt. Pulling the covers back on the bed, he placed the book beside him. He was already engrossed into the book when there was a knock on his door.

"I'm heading to bed. I have an early meeting tomorrow. So, don't stay up too late."

"Goodnight, mom."

"Have a good night, honey."

Mitchell continued reading after she left until Raven decided it was enough. She quietly jumped onto his bed and stride towards him, bumping her head into his shoulder with a meow. He put the book down then turned to look at her.

"I guess it's time for bed, huh?" He glanced at the bedside clock. It was already midnight. He switched off the lights, pitching the room into darkness.

Sleep came quickly this time but he was plagued again with the same dreams. His body trembled as the dream became darker and more terrifying than last time.

He was in the body of another boy, a different time era. Voices from outside drifted through the windows into his room. He could hear the anger and fear emitting from their voices, making him wonder what had happened to cause this uproar. And it always ended the same way.

He couldn't escape in time and they captured him, binding his hands behind his back. They blindfold him, dragging him from his home.