The Daywalker's Nightmare- Monday Updates

Chapter Five

Kailey P.O.V

   Landing at Brindisi Papola Casale airport in Italy had me in a mix of joy and vomiting all over Thomas who already vomited at least twice from anxiety alone. This place brought back good and bad emotions. Last time I was here my mom had died and we had her funeral here and left immediately after dressed in black with my Dad who looked like he should have been in the coffin right next to my mother, his wife.

    For some reason it never crossed my mind that I would see this airport again, nor that I would ever see this country again. I knew logically at some point I would have returned. Especially to keep my dual citizenship between Italy and America. I just always thought Dad would be at my side when I returned, not in a coma in Oregon, USA. Instead here I was at the baggage claim with my grandparents, Eliza, and our friends in Italy fighting off my rising anxiety. Logically I knew the country couldn't physically hurt me, but I could feel my mom here.

    I could feel her hand on my shoulder, hear her laughter, and smell her lavender scent which brought tears to my eyes. How was I going to survive living here? I could barely handle the fucking airport. I could only pray Dad would wake up and recover soon so I could go back home and see my therapist again. The ache in my chest was still there and expanded when on instinct I lifted my hand to take my mothers but instead, Mom wasn't there. Nonno stood in front of me looking at me as if I just punched him in the stomach, his eye twitching showing the agony he was feeling.

    "Fuck, Kailey," Nonno wheezed his hand going to the pink silk hair ribbon wrapped around his wrist. It was my mother's favorite hair ribbon. It had been her favorite since she was 14, which happened to be the birthday Nonno gave it to her.

    "I'm sorry," I wheezed back as the waves of agony and sorrow began threatening to crush me and drag me under.

    "Don't apologize. Please," It sounded like he was almost begging for me to take my words back.

    I could understand why. That sorry solidified for both of us that she was well and truly gone and not coming back. Mom would never not be there to take my hand. She would never let my hand fall and yet it rested limply at my side. No one was between Nonno and I. Only the ghost of my mother filled the void. I could almost hear her call out to him with her precious 'Papa'. The silence was more painful than the ghost of Camilla 'Camillie' Coleson ever could be.

    "I wish she was here," I sounded like a child. I knew I did but I couldn't help it.

    "I do too. More than anything I wish, my sweet girl was here," Nonno offered his hand as tears began falling down his face.

    Allowing my tears to fall, I took his hand and clung to it like a child. Like I had done with my own mother in this airport years ago. He pulled me, my luggage and all into his side pressing his nose into my hair. This close up to him I could feel his body shake with the tears. I could see how torn up he was by her lost. When I was little, ten years ago, we put my mom to rest. I remembered my grandfather stoically holding me in his arm, the other arm was stabilizing my father who could barely stand with his grief. Thinking on it I never saw my grandfather grieve the loss of my mother. He was our pillar of strength.

    "I love you so much. You are everything to me," Nonno spoke in Italian which almost ripped a sob from my throat.

    "I love you most Nonno. Thank you for back then, but you can cry too," I spoke resting my forehead on his and smiled through my tears and pain.

    "Remind me of that once we get to the house?"

    "Always." I squeezed my eyes shut as he pressed a soft kiss to my forehead before pulling back.