Wave of Hope

Ma

Elijah's POV

I nervously glance back into the living room as I dump the pasta into the boiling water.

I'm ashamed to admit I couldn't say no to her. When she looked up at me pleading to allow her to do it I just couldn't disappoint her. It was her green eyes. When I look into them it's like I'm hypnotized.

I sigh to myself and set the chicken into the pan and cover it.

I rinse my hands and walk over to the living room.
I find Malia sitting in front of the fire and staring at it unseeingly.

"Thats gonna hurt your eyes Malia." I say sitting next to her.

She looks to me with a smile and then turns her entire body to face me and I do the same.

She grabs my hand and draws a question mark on my palm.

"You have questions?"
I ask and she nods.

I nod and she starts pulling away her hand but I keep it in a tight grip.

She looks up at me and I smile gently at her.
She smiles back shyly and looks down.

My grin gets wider and I squeeze her hand.
"What do you want to ask?"

She tilts her head in thought.
I watch patiently and she looks back up to me and does a writing motion.

"Oh yeah! Ill be right back" I say getting up. After she nods I run to my room looking for something.

I rumage through my desk and find an old leather journal my mom got me a few years ago. She said she doesn't really know what I could use it for. Just that she saw it and thought I would need it one day.

I stare at it for a minute grinning.

Mom never fails.

I dump out my cup of pens on the desk and look for my best one.

Only the best for my princess.

I finally find a really good one and jog down the stairs.

I hand her the journal and pen and she takes it and quickly writes thanks.

I nod and sit in front of her so I can see her.

"Hit me." I say referring to the questions.
She smacks me upside the head and I pout.

"Not literally! Jesus woman!" she giggles and starts writing in the journal.

-Why was that girl trying to kill me?

I sigh and shrug.
"I honestly have no clue. I didn't recognize her and I know she wasn't a werewolf."

She frowns and writes something else.

-She had a tattoo inside her wrist. A star inside of a circle. Does that mean anything?

"I noticed that too. It rings a bell for something but I just can't figure out what. My mom would probably know so we can ask her when she gets off of work." I say and she nods.

"Did she say anything to you?" I ask hoping to find a clue as to what's going on.

She thinks about it for a second then frowns and starts writing.

-While she was strangling me she was mumbling something. I didn't understand it. I think it was in a different language or something.

I scowl and pull her onto my lap.
She makes no moves of protest and I smile and snuggle into her.

"We'll talk to my mom. She should be able to help us. Until then why don't you relax and Ill finish up with the food."

She nods and I sit her on the recliner in front of the fire and kiss her forehead.