MIDNIGHT SUN

CHAPTER TWO

'Lila! My baby!' My grandmother Rose gushed over me as I crushed her in my arms, she is as fragile as ever. 'Oh my! How you have grown! You were so tiny the last time I saw you.' Her wrinkled hands holding mine ever tightly, she looks thinner than the last time I saw her maybe it's because of my grandfathers death. She was pale and on their own tears began to build in my eyes. I regret ever getting angry because I was told to come here. I regret not coming over with smiles and joy. Grandma Rose is suffering, she must miss grandpa so much. 'I wish all my grandchildren will come here, so you wouldn't be lonely Lila dear.' I shook my head, wiping my tears. She must think I'm crying because I'm lonely. 'No grandma. I'm not lonely staying with you. I just missed you and grandpa so much.' She nodded as she began to wipe my tears with her handkerchief. 'I know baby, I miss your grandpa too.' I was selfishly thinking about myself, I didn't realize how hard it is for grandma, how lonely she must have felt. I'm such a bad grandchild. But it's not too late I can still make that fact change. I held her hands very tight. 'Grandma! I promise to make you feel less lonely, I can't fill up the space grandpa left behind but I will be a good kid to you.' I kissed her cheeks and I hope grandpa forgives me.

'Don't be silly now, child. Come before dinner gets cold.' She ushered me in and I was even able to tell my new found crush thank you or when will I see you again. Sheryl, my grandma house keeper showed me to my room and helped me unpack my bags. The room was a bit bigger than my previous room and it had all the aesthetic decorations. I'm glad my grandma didn't take the time to paint all my room pink like I was a Barbie freak. When I'm done unpacking, I went for a soak in the bath, the water was hot it touched every nerve in my body. I could stay here forever. As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom very cold air hit me, I turned around I felt a very cold presence from here. It's not just the gust of wind.... or maybe it is, because the windows were wide opened and I was so sure I closed this windows while I went for a bathe. Is the lock bad? Or I didn't lock them well? Uhm probably. I went back to changing into my pajamas. I need to sleep! Without even praying I fell asleep as soon as I lay down.

THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V

              'Urgggh!' The frail old woman gasped as she was being thrown to the floor by the tall man. He was dressed in a heavy black cloak, his eyes flashed anger. 'Please have mercy, Lord Olive!' His black boots came back to her vision, he was far from done with her. 'You're all making me run out of patience,' he growls, his voice was deep and terrifying. It commands authority and respect; goosebumps peels out of the old woman's skin. 'I said nothing when you refuse to give me your first granddaughter, it's even more annoying that you're leaving the youngest brat for me but now you say she isn't ready?' He laughs, a pained sardonic laugh. One that appears in nightmares and darkness. 'How dare you?'
'Forgive me, your majesty.' The old lady squeals, her fragile body trembling. She could see why her husband was always terrified of them, this is what he is forced to go through. This was the reason he wanted to end the cursed contract. They are monsters!
'You were supposed to educate her on the fact that she will be my bride as soon as she learned to speak!' He roared, she crawled towards him and held on his feet, her head bowed in both shame and fear. 'Just give me three days, Lord Olive. I promise-' he interrupted her with a kick to the head, she falls and rolls off. 'In three days if I'm not satisfied I'll kill all of you. When I mean all of you, every single god-dammed relative you have.' And he was gone just like the wind, would it be really wise to give such young foolish girl to this monster? If she'd have her way, she would run away with the poor girl and do her best to shield her; but the truth is even if she goes to the depths of hell, he will find them.      

                           KHALILAH'S P.O.V

Sunlight creeps in from the slightly opened blinds of my bedroom; reminding me it's already morning. I heard light knocks on my bedroom door, that's when I squeezed my eyes opened. 'Ugh!' I groaned getting up from the bed, who is it so early in the morning. I wanna sleep some more, I turned the door knob and my eyes met Sheryl's grey ones. 'Hey sup.' I muttered my voice sleep evident,
'Good morning miss Khalilah. Madam Rose request your presence downstairs.' Oh my gosh! Where are my manners? I was supposed to say good morning first. 'Pardon me Sheryl, I'm just a bit tired. I'll clean up and come downstairs.' She nods and leaves I sighed slamming the door.