Deadly Secrets

Chapter 21

I woke up to the sound of the front door closing. I lay there for a few minutes and contemplated getting up. I swung my legs over the bed and got up. Snatching up some sweats from the floor I quickly slipped them on. I bounded the stairs and went into the kitchen looking for Jane.

“I need to talk to you.” She stopped putting away groceries and looked up at me. “I know you know about my family and what I am.” I could visibly see her entire body sigh as she closed the fridge and sat down at the table.

“So Leo told you then?” I nodded and sat down in the adjacent chair.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked her accusingly.

“It wasn’t my place or Leo’s. Your mother gave specific instructions that you were to figure this out yourself.” But I didn’t really figure it out myself, Meg had filled me in with most of the blanks.Still, why would my own mother subject me to the feeling of going out of my mind? Why would she keep such a life altering secret from me?

“So, my mother was a Neter?”

“No, she was a Guardian. From what she told me, the gene skips generations and only shows up every hundred years.” Well now that just makes me feel so special.

“What other instructions did she leave you?” Jane touched her chin and lifted her head up in thought.

“I don’t really remember.” She got up and disappeared into the library. She came back with a copy of the “Great Gatsby”. She shook it over the table until a letter floated out.“She left me a set of instructions. Teenage girl outbursts I can handle, teenage girl who is related to an ancient Egyptian goddess, not so much.” I picked it up and unfolded the letter.

Do not tell Eleanor the truth until she figures it out herself.

Do not let her eat everything she wants. The cravings will be unnatural and unhealthy.

Try your best to reinforce a bed time. Don’t get too mad at her for not listening to it though.

Teach her breathing techniques to help with her anger.

Tell her that after rough nights to rinse off the dirt with hose. It will limit the dirt clogging the drain in the shower.

Give her some freedom to run, but not run wild.

Set up a regular regiment for running, it will help relieve built up tension.

After the rough nights drink some warm milk.

Always leave a bag of clothes outside for later.

I felt my jaw working as I slightly ground my teeth together.

"Well that's handy, wish she left me an instruction manual too." I couldn't help but spit out the words. It's not like I can hate my dead mother for completely lying to me about my very existence, but I still have a right to be pissed. I read the list again and realized something, she was guessing. When she wrote this she couldn't have possibly have known what I'd need, like a warm glass of milk. She was just writing down what she thought I might need. She was giving Jane instructions on what she would do if she were here. But why? People don't leave wills like this unless they know...unless they know they're going to die. Even as I was getting answers I keep seeming to come up with more questions. I looked at the note again and noticed faint black letters coming through the paper. I flipped it over and read: