Cadestelle

Reliving the past

I stood shocked at what I had just heard. Back from the dead?

" Rider step away from her." The male commanded sternly, still holding back the woman behind him. Rider looked anxiously from me to the man standing terrified before us. He glanced down at the photo once more and seemed to come at a sudden realization.

" Father, it's not what you think," Rider said suprisingly strong. Father? Of course, I thought, why else would he be in the same household as Rider. I looked slowly at the man still standing in the doorframe, expecting him to flee from terror. But as Rider spoke his eyes softened as he turned to look at me closer. He sighed in relief with one last final glance towards me and finally spoke calmly. 

" I'm sorry to startle you, you just appear to look similar to a close friend of mine." The man spoke gently. He took a step hesitantly towards me, finally revealing his face into the light room. I could tell he was Rider's father now. He had the grey stormy eyes that sailors so often are scared of seeing when looking up at the sky. He appeared rather young, early forties possibly. His hair was very fine as it was parted in the middle of his receding hairline. A light beard was evident across his face. His eyes were wrinkled with laugh lines as he frowned quietly at my presence. 

I looked over at the woman stepping into the light timidly from behind him. I felt my jaw drop as I stared at her, I knew I was making her uncomfortable, but I could care less. She was beautiful. Her light caramel colored hair was parted in the middle and waved down to her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes were alike Chris's and went beautifully with her perfect features. She looked like Rider when she looked at me in her concered manner. I assumed she was Rider's mother. Rider cleared his throat uncomfortably to snap me out of my staring.

" Oh um, I'm..." I glanced down at the ground shyly. What was I supposed to say? Hello I'm Nadia, and I have a slight crush on your son who has a necklace similar to mine, and he has been acting weird around me and so has my Aunt. I came in the middle of the night because I wanted answers to these strange behaviors and the necklace, I also was locked in a room I had never seen before. It's very nice to meet you. That would go delightfully a voice said sarcastically in the back of my mind.

" Ah, yes. You must be Nadia the newest addition to the nieghborhood." Rider's dad said helpfully. I nodded, a little surprised that he knew my name.

" Rider talked about a pretty girl named Nadia moving into the neighborhood." He said seeming to read my thoughts. I flushed at his comment. Rider had been talking about me, and said I was pretty. My stomach warmed at the thought. I glanced at him to see his face flushed red and looking awkwardly out the window.

" Is there anything we can assist you with?" Rider's mother finally spoke. She had a strong voice, full of confidence. I finally remembered what I was here for. I weighed my options as to whether or not to question them about their son's necklace. After all, Rider had said something about his father giving it to him, but before I could come to a decision Rider spoke for me,

" Yeah she brought this over," He said holding up the photo and the necklace. I watched as his parents had the same reaction. A whimper escaped from his mother's mouth as she held her hand up to her mouth. Rider's father stared at me, the seriousness in his face replacing the fear that had once been there. I glared at Rider, fuming that he had told them without my consent. But what had taken up most of y thoughts was their similar reaction. What was it with this photo and necklace. It had to have some sort of back story.

" Where did you find that." His mother gasped, her hand stifling her cry of consternation. I was about to answer her, but Rider's father thrust his hand out toward me, asking for me to take it. 

" I never introduced myself." He said normally. " I'm Rider's father, but you can call me Andrew or Mr. Adams." 

The sudden ordinary welcome was a shock to all of us as I weakly gave him my hand. His hand was warm at touch, and I swore I felt a jolt of electicity travel through my veins when we made contact. I pulled away quickly, the shock of electricity feeling almost unnatural. I recovered from my receding hand and offered a warm smile and my own welcome.