Just Alec. (vampire novel)

Chapter 6

This chapter is just a flashback in Alec's p.o.v. just to fill you in a little bit on his past. Enjoy ;) 

 -Jxox

August 25 1945

 I placed my hat onto my recently combed hair before running down the creaky wooden stairs and into the kitchen to see my parents. Dad was sat down on the table in the middle of the room with a large newspaper covering his face. The heading read 'The children come back home' 

 Today was the day the evacuees come back home. The mothers and the children that were sent away to the country side and other places to be safe. All of them, including my baby sister Jo.

 She was only four years old when she was sent away, nearly five. She wore a hat, a coat and shiny black shoes the day she got on that train with her box of clothes and her baby doll in her arms. I remember her crying when mother packed her things, she didn't know what was happening and mum was too overwhelmed with sadness that she couldn't help but cry with her.

 So I took Jo to one side and sat her on my knee. I told her that she was going on holiday, to see grandpa and that she was going to be back soon. I told her that we were coming with her but she had to get on the children's train because there were children games on that train. I told her that we loved her and that she had to be brave. So she was. She pulled out a golden locket from her pocket and gave it to me. I looked down at it and realised that it was the locket that father had bought mother when Jo was born "Take it and give it back when you get there" she sniffed and wiped the tears off her face, then plastered a huge smile on it with no explanation of how she got her hands on  the locket. "Promise you won't tell mummy or daddy" she whispered to me before turning around and skipping off back to mother. 

 When she got on the train she waved so happily just like the other kids, whose parents must've lied to them too, and then she was off. That's when I let myself cry, that's when I buried my head into my mother's chest and let it all out. "Don't worry, she'll be back. She's safe now" mother told me, and now it was true. She was coming back, today. 

 "Morning darlin', did you have a good sleep?" My mother's harmonic voice sung I walked over to the cooker and planted as kiss on her cheek. I ignored the hint of worry and curiosity that she tried to hide in her voice.

 "Sure did” my voice was perfectly calm and normal, just like I had rehearsed every morning before I came downstairs.

 Mum had to believe that I was fine, that I slept fine. If she found out that all I had were nightmares every night, she would send me back to the physciatrist to get me some help again. They would make me lay down in an overly soft sofa while they listened to me moan and cry about my life and write down notes in a tiny booklet. The second I would leave, they would throw the notes away and ask to talk to my parents in private only to tell them the same thing: "You're son needs a boost. He needs medication. There is much too much wrong with him"  

 Then my father would instantly agree and mother would instantly object. Father would go on about how they should listen to the professional and save me. Then mother would sit there, yelling about how she wouldn't let 'them' turn me into a zombie. She'd always come out with swollen pink eyes and a slightly runny nose from all the crying she did in there. But she'd have a smile plastered on her face and she'd act like nothing had happened and that she was fine. That I was fine.

 Ever since I came back from the war, all my mother could do is worry. Try to fix me. But it only made things worse.

 They thought I couldn't hear them from outside. But they were wrong. I heard all of it and I never want to hear it again. So all I have to do is keep the act up.