Blood Lineage(2015 Revision)

Chapter 16

The next morning I met Aunt Cindy in the kitchen, where she was making breakfast. At first, the mouth-watering smell of her apple pancakes was to die for, until she put a plate in front of me at the table and I felt my stomach turning. I became increasingly nauseous. I took a sip of the orange juice she had poured for me, as soon as I felt it trickle down my throat, I covered my mouth and ran for the downstairs bathroom. I was hugging porcelain for the next hour. It just wouldn't stop coming up, I didn't even know I had that much in my system to throw up. Aunt was knocking on the door trying to make sure I was alright and I managed to say I was fine some where in between heaves. I finally came out and got a bottle of water from the fridge.

“Ellie, you OK?”

“I'll be fine, it's probably some bug going around.”

“Are you sure?” I could see the worry written on her face.

“Yeah. I'm good. I actually feel a little better already.” I was lying my ass off, I felt like I was dying.

“I'll call Phillip and tell him I can't make it today.” She reached for the phone.

“Aunt Cindy, please go. I am not five, I can manage.”

“I want to make sure.”

“Go, have fun, I am just going to lay in bed.”

“Will you call me if you need anything?”

“Promise, if I can't handle it I will call.”

“OK sweetie, I'm going to get ready.”

I crept back into bed and thought about my dream. It just confirmed I was losing my mind. My father still alive? And then the thought of what Marcus has said to me the night before, about being in my dreams, was he serious? What kind of fool did he take me for? I knew damn well that was not going to happen and I finally reached the melting point. My life just couldn't get any more complicated or disturbing. I picked up the book I had found in the store on Thanksgiving and continued reading from where I left off, until I feel back a sleep.

New dreams occupied my sleeping brain. It didn't take place at the field again, this time I was at a large Victorian mansion. It looked like something out of Gone with the Wind. I walked through the foyer into the large living room. Despite the historic look outside, the inside was very modern. The walls were a coffee brown with hardwood floors. Built into the back wall, was a white and gray marble fireplace. In front of that, was a large green sofa, where Marcus was sitting. He patted the spot next to him for me to sit. When I did so, he held me close.

“Where are we?” I asked him.

“My house. I hope that's OK.”

“Yeah, it's fine, I guess.”

“Good.”

“So, what are you going to tell me?”

“Everything, but first I want to tell you a story.”

“A what? Can't you just tell me?”

“Please just listen, you will understand.” I turned to the side and rested my head on the arm of the couch and rested my legs across his lap. Marcus reached out for my hand, but before he could say anything the walls began to shake and a high pitched shrieking noise erupted into the room, a sound that could have made anyone's ears bleed. The windows exploded inward, and the door flung off it's hinges, shattering in to thousands of wooden pieces. Marcus immediately dove over me, sheltering me from the raining shards of glass and wood. Outside, lightening streaked across the sky and booming thunder echoed for miles.