I've Been Waiting For You

Chapter 17

"I saw what happened to you but I don't know how to help you or where to start."

  He put his clothes on the bed then turned to look at Malachi.

  Malachi opened his mouth but no words came out. His leaned to the side, watching Mitchell. He moved towards him, almost floating. 

A pale hand lift to touch his forehead, making him jolt in surprise at its coldness. Instantly, he grabbed his head as an intense pain gripped him.

  Mitchell fell to his knees in agony, his head felt as though it was splitting in two. He gasped as images flashed in his mind. They were images from his dreams but this it felt as though he was the one experiencing everything.  

Mitchell tried to breathe through the pain, while struggling to his feet.

He crawled to his bed, pulling himself up onto knees.  

  He finally pulled himself onto the bed, just as the pain suddenly stopped. He rolled onto his back and let out a tired sigh.

"I'm sorry about that. I couldn't think of any other way to communicate with you."

"It's fine. I don't..." Mitchell trailed off when he realized that he was talking to a ghost. He slowly got up, leaning on his elbows to stare at Malachi.

"It won't hurt the next time."

"How is it that I can hear you?"

"We have the same bloodline. When I touched you, we connected."

  Mitchell watched him talk but still couldn't wrap his head around this bizarre situation.  

"You're a ghost, right?"

  Mitchell saw his lips curve into a little smile. "I thought we had already established that." 

"How is it possible that I can see you?"

Malachi stared at him but remained silent.  

  Mitchell stood up and turned his back to him. "I'm going to change then go to bed."

  He took off his clothes, ignoring the fact that there's a ghost watching him undress. A few minutes later he heard a soft rustling sound then silence.

The chill from earlier also went away.

  He slipped into his bed, pulling the covers over him. Although he knew that he should be worried about what happened tonight, his mind shut off and he fell asleep.
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Mitchell awoke to the sound of voices coming from downstairs. He glanced at the clock and fell back on the bed with a sigh at the time.

It was a good thing he only had one drink last night.  

  He pushed off his covers and went to the bathroom, brrushed his teeth then took a nice long shower.

Emerging from the bathroom feeling energized, he dressed quickly and went downstairs. His steps slowed when he heard a male voice coming from the kitchen.

"When are you going to tell him?"

"I'll tell him when it's time."

"Sarah, come on! He's old enough to know about his birthright."

"Lower your voice! Don't you dare say anything to him until it's the appropriate time."

  Mitchell was surprised at his mother's menacing tone. It was the first time hearing his mom speak with that tone of voice. He didn't know what secrets his mom was keeping from him but whatever it was, sounded like it was serious.

  He backed away from the foor and walked back up the stairs. He waited a few minutes then came back down, making a bit of noise. 

  He expected the stranger his mom was talking with to be in the kitchen but she was alone. She turned to look at him, a smile on her face.

 "How was the party last night?"

  Mitchell stared at her for a moment, without a word. He knew for a fact that someone else had been in the kitchen with her. It was impossible that anyone had leave the kitchen without being seen.

  He opened his mouth to ask her but changed his mind. Whatever was happening with him, he would find out eventually. 

"It was great. I really enjoyed myself."

"How about the person that invited you?" His mom asked as she handed him a plate.

  Mitchell took the plate from her and sat down before pouring out some orange juice.

  He didn't have any qualms about telling her about Markus. She was the one that raised him since his dad left.

"His name is Markus. We're in the same class."

  He deliberately made no attempt to give her anymore information, just started eating his breakfast. 

  She hated when he did that.

  He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, trying not to laugh at her baffled expression. She sat next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Did I drop you on your head too much as a child?"

Mitchell laughed, "I think you did."

"Tell me something about him?"

Mitchell's mind flashed to Markus's eyes.

"He has beautiful eyes."

"Anything else? Have you met any of his friends?"

Mitchell nodded. "I've met two of his friends."

"What about his parents?"

Mitchell watched his mom closely, detecting something in her voice.

  Why did she wanted to know so much about Markus?

"How are things at work?" He asked instead.

  Sarah folded her arms, leaning back on the chair. She didn't look angry that he had changed the subject.

"Nothing much to tell. Work is work." 

  Something was definitely wrong.

  He got up and went to the sink to wash the dishes he had used. When she was still silent he turned around.

"What's going on with you?"