Belonging to Him

Eleven- Meeting Chad Martins

Hey guys! I've been thinking a lot about this chapter, it may clear a few things out. I don't think there will be confusion here, because the answers are there (somewhere there); you just have to find them! :)

Enjoy!

 

Chapter 11- Meeting Chad Martins

I sat on my bed, looking at the bag that I had left in the woods, expecting it was ripped to pieces by that wolf. But it wasn't, it was sitting across me; well in-tact, everything that I had placed in it wasn't missing or misplaced. I found it funny that I saw it on the passenger's seat of the car Kael had bought me. The one I now had to explain to the three before they start asking questions.

How did Kael bring back my bag? When I try to remember it, the wolf's eyes seemed familiar. But I couldn't recall how I saw those eyes. What color were they? I thought hard for a moment, but nothing appeared in my memories.

"Nothing" I whispered, hopelessly to no one but myself

It was Sunday today and I avoided the three as often as I could. They hadn't spoken to me during meals. Those times were very quiet; spoons and forks tapping on the plates were the only sounds within the room.

I sighed, thinking; I have to fix this. I had to find Kael somehow, and I had to talk to the three. I had to sort things out. I couldn't lead my family to believe I was insane, if they continued to, then it wouldn't be long until I would believe that I was crazy too. Kael was a whole different subject, he was dangerous. The way he held that dagger in his hands was as if he was supposed to plunge it through my ribcage, effectively stopping my heart from beating. How stupid is it that it seems like every single thing he does lures me in?

My thoughts were abruptly cut off by the sound of a vehicle's purr from downstairs. I pushed my bag onto the floor and stepped downstairs. I pushed the front door open, not meeting eye-contact with the two whom I have called my parents since I was born, and proceeded to help them unload the car with groceries. I helped, carrying two paper bags under my arms and then delivering them to the kitchen. I always helped them with groceries. I was stocking the fridge with eggs when Annie spoke.

"Jaymes, I know you're still mad from the whole psychiatrist thing yesterday," she said, she was on my south-east, placing the fruits in the fruit basket "but if you had a kid, would you just sit and watch while she tells you these stories about seeing us in this place when you know it isn't true?" she paused, I pictured her turning around and if I was facing her, our eyes would have met "Jaymes, honey, we are very sorry that you thought we were thinking you were crazy, it was far from that, baby, I swear"

Silence was my reply to her, but I didn't move anymore; I didn't stack up the eggs, I held the last one in my right hand, but I didn't make a move to put it up with the others.

"Jaymes?" her voice was lighter

I sighed, I closed the fridge, the egg still in my hand and I turned to face her, nibbling on my lower lip, "Mom," I began "I'm sorry I ran away" I paused, playing with the egg in my hands "I couldn't take the fact that you three thought I was out of my mind. Why did you three even think of that?" my voice was a light tone; confusion and hurt in it

"Jaymes, we didn't mean to hurt you, we promise" she said "I thought I was being a mother, by bringing the one who healed you before" she said "I thought that if you had a talk with her, you'd get better again"

I pulled in a breath, "Mom, just don't do that again, okay? Please?" I pleaded "if everybody else believed that I was crazy then wouldn't I too?"

She walked to me and enveloped me in a hug, "Okay, honey, okay. We're sorry" she kissed my forehead "we're very sorry"