endangered

chapter seven

Chapter 7

"Night," I said in a fake yawn.

"Wait, Gwen. We need to talk. Please?" she asked looking so innocent. I nodded realising that my plan would start at mid-night and that I may never see her again.

She walked down the stairs as I followed her, wondering why we were going down stairs. She sat down on the couch and patted the small area next to her, inviting me to sit down. I did and sighed. I looked down at my hands on my lap, wondering what all of this could be about.

She looked at me sad. Then she grabbed some of the hair that hid my face from her and started to play with it between her fingers. I wanted her to stop but i couldn't.

"Are you okay?" she asked concerned.

I nodded.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded once more.

she held out a nicely colored box in the color of a light yellow. My real mothers favorite color. She loved the sunny and warm days she used to spend with me. So ever since then she loved yellow, any shade of it.

I just sat there, with my hands in the lap, starring at the light colored box she still held out to me.

She eventually put it in my lap and on top of my hands.

"It was once your mothers. I loved your mother. You know that Gwen." She said.

I nodded, even though I had no idea about that. I felt a smile creep up on my face. 

I slowly started to open it.

"She would wear it every day. Until she ran away." she whispered.

And then I stopped.

I looked up at her with my eyes starting to water like crazy.

"She came to me. She was invited to your stepmothers wedding. So we knew each other very well. Gwen, she was like the daughter I never once had." She said slowly, not wanting to look at my red face.

"She came to me Gwen. She told me to keep this necklace your father gave her. And when the day came that you were a teenager, to give it to you and to tell you these words." she said and stopped talking.

My eyes became even more watered and millions of tears started to roll down my cheek. There was a long silence I couldn't bare to get used to. And my vision became more blurry by the second. 

We didn't speak for at least five minutes or maybe even more.  

"I'm sorry for you to have to see me this way," I looked up to see her cheeks red and her eyes forming tears, "Or for you to cry on the first day to live with me," she continued.  

"Thanks," I mumbled and smiled as I looked up at her. She hugged me.  

"We should go to bed," I said.  

She nodded.  

"Gwen? Remember that I loved your mother more than my own daughter, your stepmother, Stephani," she said.  

I sat there with my mouth open as I sobbed even harder. She handed me a tissue. I used it to clear up my tears.  

"Yes, I will remember, I said with a smile and the tears pileing over again.  

"Night Gwen."