When I first laid eyes on Kye, he startled me. His vague responses had rattled me. His confidence came off as arrogance and yet I was drawn to him. Although Kye looked rigid and fierce, something in him was trusting. I winced when Kye mentioned the dark cloaked figure that inflicted the pit of my stomach with fear.
"It's coming back?" I watched as Kye quickly glanced at me.
"That depends on you." He had a smug look on his face. He was being mysterious again. This was the type of behavior that had angered me the first time. It was as if he wanted me to beg for answers. I was not in the mood to play games.
"Stop doing that." I snapped at him. He bit his lower lip to hold in his laughter. "Just tell me." I tried to sound as pleading as possible.
He raised his eyebrows and looked amused, "Feisty now aren't we?" Again he was breaking down the anger that I was trying to build up. His sideways smile and the glint in his eyes rocked me to my core. "You see, there is a way he won't be able to enter your house." He eyed me sideways. "It involves me coming in, which I have already done, and you letting me stay." I let out a small chuckle. Partly due to the absurd comment and partly out of nervousness . What could he possibly want to stay in my house for? Was he insane. He was waiting for my response, and it was making him anxious. For the first time he was shifting uncomfortably and fidgeting with his hair. I was still trying to process what he had said. It was silent until he spoke again.
"There is something else." He said without looking directly at me. Oh, this is why he is nervous. What could be worse than him asking to stay here? "It does not make any sense to me, but the reason you can see me is, errrm," He was doing his best to make me brace myself for whatever was coming next. What could cause this confident man to be so uneasy all of a sudden?
"Grace, I really don't know how to say this." He was on edge now, raking his hand through his hair. I needed answers, no matter how hard it was for him to let it out. That monstrous thing was not going to step foot in my house. I need to know how to stop it and how I could protect my family. Kye looked a little defeated now. Without thinking I put my hand on his shoulder, he tensed. I froze for a second from his reaction, then I forced him to look at me. I wanted him to know I was serious. He was surprised by my action. "I need to know how to save my family."
He was looking into my eyes now, I was desperate for the answer. His piercing eyes had a softness to them I did not notice before. Was it there before?
Just then the door swung open. It was Joey, crying.
"Gracie I had a dream about daddy," he walked in rubbing his eyes. Kye quickly moved out of the way and pressed up against the wall watching the scene unfold.
My heart broke as Joey took me back to a reality we tried so hard to run away from. "It's okay Joe," I told him as he climbed into bed with me. His eyes were puffy and he was heaving uncontrollably. "I miss him too." Joey threw fits after our dad's funeral. He blamed my mom for leaving my dad 'in the dirt' as he would say it. She would try to comfort him but he saw her as the enemy. He would kick, punch, and scream for her to get away from him. Those nights were the worst. He would scream for me until eventually my mom would give in and let him go. Those nights had become less frequent. He understood now that it wasn't moms fault. Despite my moms attempts, I was still Joey's choice for comfort. He felt safe with me and I made sure he was.
Joey laid his head on my lap as I ran my hand through his hair over and over.
Joey's heaving slowly became quiet whimpers. I raised my eyes and saw Kye watching me. He was as still as a stone wall, I had almost forgotten he was there. His facial expression had changed to that of sympathy. We had let the intimate moment linger until I heard Joey sniffle. I blinked snapping out of the transe my eyes had on Kye. I then looked back at the little head on my lap, "Feeling better?"
"Mhm," he nodded and I began to sing a lullaby to him. This was how dad would put him to sleep. I felt tears roll down my cheek as the memory of my father became vivid. He would rock Joey to the tune of his favorite song. Joey's eyelids were heavy as he slowly fell asleep. I picked him up and laid him on the bed. Kye swiftly came over to me as I tucked Joey in.
"Sorry you had to see that," I whispered.
He brushed his hand against Joey's cheek. Joey's nose crinkled as he smiled.
"Don't be sorry, he will sleep better now." The sight of Joey's smile filled my heart with joy. I looked at Kye in astonishment. How did he do that?
He had seen me in one of my most private moments. A moment that no one would ever have been welcomed. He no longer looked confident nor did he have that smirk on his face. Instead his eyes had softened as he noticed I had cried. Concern was marked all over his face. He raised his hand to my cheek to wipe away the tears that lingered. It felt as if warm honey was running through my veins.
My mind lingered on his touch and I wanted him desperately to hold me when he said, "The only way you would be able to see me Grace, Is if we are destined to be together."
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Paranormal#193 in Paranormal 2/16/18 Grace is new to Glendale when she hears of the mysterious deaths in the neighborhood. Will her family be next or will a handsome Moonlighter protect her?
