Through The Dark (Vol 2.)

Chapter 2

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I'm glad you all liked the first chapter! I'm very excited about this book because it's going to be a little different. 

I just wanted to say that when some parts are italicized  it means it's either a dream or memory!

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K a y d e n c e

I sit on the brown bench outside our house with the hot sun beating down on my back as I watch my mom tend to the flowers in the garden. She was on her knees, her jeaned capris stained with dirt. Her gloved hands reach down to grab some seeds from the little bag as she sprinkles them into the hole she has dug into the ground. She lifts the back of her arm up against her forehead to wipe the sweat away, just as Danny's soccer ball comes landing on the little bag holding the seeds and making them scatter all across the dirt.

"Daniel," My mom scolds him, leaning back on her calves as she glances over her shoulder. Danny stops mid run as he tugs at the hem of his chocolate stained shirt, his face guilty and waiting to be yelled at. "I told you to play on the other side of the yard."

"Sorry." He kicks the ground with the toe of his sneakers, as my mom stands up from her spot and places her hands on her hips. She looks like she's going to scold him some more when a blue car pulls up to the curb in front of our house. She squints her eyes, and then looks to me and to Danny before she pats his little head and motions him towards me.

"Alright, no more soccer for tonight. Go sit with your sister." She nudges Danny, who follows her orders and moves to sit on the bench across from me. He picks a branch up off the floor with a sharp point to it and begins to carve a circle into the table next to the flower I tried to make, but it came out looking deformed. I watched Danny intently as he drew a face in the circle, and I scooted my Barbies to the end of the table, bending down to pick up another sharp branch and started to carve a new flower.

"Hey look, it's that lady." Daniel says, looking up and staring past me. I look over my shoulder to see my mom talking with a woman. She has short brown hair and is a lot shorter then my mother. She's been here twice in the past few months, and her eyes move to gaze at me past my mom's shoulder. I can't see her face that clearly because she's far, but I see my mom nod her head as she turns to walk towards me, the small lady following her.

"Kaydence, my friend wants to give you something." My mom grins at me, but she looks upset and sad. I look at her confused, before her friend slides around her to sit on the bench next to me. Her face is blurry but I think I see her smile at Danny, who grins back at her shyly before she turns her attention to me.

She rests a wrapped box on the table, cartoons of princesses on it as she slides it across the table then stops it in front of me. I stare at the box before turning my gaze to look at my mother, who has her arms crossed over her chest while her lips are pressed together. Her eyes flicker to her friend sitting next to me, and mine do as well to barely see the outline of her face.

She taps the top of the box and leans down to whisper to me "Happy Birthday, Kaydence."

My eyes pop open as my dream fades away from the back of my eyelids, sweat making my hair stick to the back of my neck. I've had the same dream for months now, and frankly I have no idea what it could mean. It's a memory from when I was little I'm sure of it, but I don't know the significance of it and as to why I keep having it. Though I don't really mind it when it is better than having dreams of my father-, or in this case my adoptive father.