The Darkened Whispers...

》Chapter 7《

'Where are we?' She asks with confusion lacing her voice as I pull up to my grandparent's house, my nerves building throughout the car ride.

'I'm trusting you entirely here. If you tell anyone about her, people will get hurt. He has a lot of people all over the place. You will not speak outside this house about her under any circumstance. You can't speak about her on the phone and you can't say her name outside this roof. If you do, he will find out about her and where she is. Do you understand?' I say, my serious tone making Kristina tense up. Rigid with attention.

'I understand but... what on earth are you on about?' She says, still confused.

'You'll see. Another thing... under no circumstance you give anyone this address, keep it in your head never say it.' I say again in a serious tone. Not missing out any information, I can't risk Elizabeth's life. I'm already risking it enough.

I get out of the car, taking a deep breath. Kristina follows still unsure of what's happening.

Opening the door to the endless possibilities this choice could lead me in, the smell of freshly cooked cottage pie fills my nose with pleasure. The ever so sweet scent of mashed bananas lingers quietly in the air, making it clear for me that Elizabeth has already begun eating. Gentle humming and soft baby gurgling makes the atmosphere feel inviting and dare I say... even home-like, which I have not felt in a place for an unhealthy amount of time.

"Is that you, Erina?" My grandmother's tender voice fills the air.

Instead of responding, I slip off my cloak and enter the mouthwatering thick aromas of the kitchen, Kristina following me close behind. Her soft face etched with awareness and confusion.

My grandmother turns towards me abruptly, probably hearing the second set of footsteps. Her forest eyes widened in surprise, not daring to leave my gaze. She has a petite, plump frame with short coffee hair. Her face is covered in wrinkles caused by the sheer happiness life has given her and her cheeks naturally rosy as can be.

"Who...?" my grandmother's voice trailed off, fear and confusion swirling in her eyes as she tries to speak. We both know how dangerous it is that another person knows of where I live and of Elizabeth's existence. Regret begins to pool in my stomach as my hands begin to sweat. But I know, deep down that there's no turning back now. 

Elizabeths blue eyes lands on me and instantly begins to giggle. I rip my ocean eyes away from my grandmothers and stroll towards the banana covered little girl, picking her up as she laughs highly in happiness, kicking her legs in the air. I felt both of their stares boring into my back as I turn around.

"Katrina... this is my daughter, Elizabeth," I say slowly looking up at her shocked expression, her mouth hanging open slightly. my grandmother too looked shocked and confused as to why I'm telling someone outside close family. I'm risking everything and yet, that unsettled feeling dissipated as Katrina's eyes softened as she looked at the both of us, Elizabeth sitting on my hip, grabbing my fiery red hair. 

"shes beautiful..." Katrina mumbled quietly, she hesitantly took a step towards us, looking up at my eyes as if asking for permission. I too hesitated but nodded, knowing deep in my heart she won't do anything to harm my little one. 

My grandmother still stood in the same place, her gaze still on me, begging me for an explanation for this reckless decision. 

Katrina carefully and gently took Elizabeth out of my arms, Elizabeth looked at her with wonder and excitement as she hardly ever meets new people, her tiny little hands going straight to Katrina's curly hair, bewilderment courses its way across her innocent little face.

Katrina put one of her arms under her bum and the other softly caresses Elizabeth's cheek, tears lingering in her eyes, she chokes out a sob after a moment of complete and utter silence.

"how...? when...? who...?" she asks quickly as she tries to make sense of the situation, I can mentally hear the gears in her head-turning. Tears fall down her face as I try and figure out how and if I should tell her a little more of what happened.

"Why don't we have that conversation later and enjoy this moment. I'm sure Elizabeth would love to get to know you more," I say clearly, not wanting to destroy this little moment of peace.

Katrina simply nods, still looking softly at Elizabeth with a small smile playing on her lips. Elizabeth giggles as she moves up and down by kicking her legs in the air. 

"I'm guessing there will be another joining us for dinner then" my grandmother's voice speaks smoothly through the silence. The hard stare of fear in her eyes has now gone and is replaced with sincerity and understanding. I nod in response as she smiles in my direction before turning back to her work in the kitchen. Katrina was still in awe and adoration of my daughter, tears flowing down her cheeks as Elizabeth continues to play with her curly forest wood hair with both hands.

All I could do is watch the little moment play out.

"She looks so much like you... how old is she?" she asks, looking at me with happiness blooming across her face, her eyes filled with wonder.

"She's 6 months old, I gave birth to her on the 23rd of June" I respond tentatively.

"How come I never found out about her for so long, I didn't even know you were pregnant..." she mumbled, looking back at Elizabeth.

Me and Katrina have been friends for quite a while now, ever since I started college last year. She was the only one that came up to me and kept trying to talk to me even though I was silent and cold towards her. I still don't know why she stayed around but... I'm glad she did. She made my life a little easier. I have always worn baggy clothing so when I started to gain weight because of the pregnancy, nobody noticed thankfully. Once it became harder to hide, the college allowed me to study at home for a few months because of my circumstances, and since the summer holidays came around soon after I gave birth, no one really suspected a thing. I told Katrina that I grew agoraphobia and my mental state was incredibly unstable during the time I had off school, she never questioned a thing.

"Don't blame yourself for not putting two and two together, nobody is supposed to find out about her, only immediate family know. I'm not even sure why I'm telling you about her now. You must know that this is incredibly reckless of me to do this." I say, slightly rambling anxiously.

"Thank you... for trusting me enough to know about Elizabeth and even letting me meet her. I can't imagine how hard it is for you. I'm sorry that I pushed you to tell me things. I just thought... I mean... I thought that..." Katrina stuttered, trying to get her thoughts together.

"You thought that it won't be so serious. You thought that it won't be dangerous if I told you everything... that I didn't have a lot to lose if I did. And that's okay, it's not your fault. You didn't know." I tell her softly as she meets my gaze, sympathy glistening in her hazel eyes.

The rest of the afternoon went splendidly well, and for the first time in a while, I finally enjoyed myself. Conversations bloomed across the table and Elizabeths gurgles joined our talk. My grandmother looked at me throughout our dinner with a little spark in her eye. One that I haven't seen for a very long time. 

At that moment I knew that everything will be okay.

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Authors Note:

Sup bitches, guess who's back from the dead.

I know it's about time I fucking updated and yes I know this is probably the most boring mother fucking chapter in existence. Its sort of a filler chapter even though it's kind of important to the plotline.

Bear in mind this is my first book so if you have any tips then ill love to hear it.

I promise it'll pick up the pace later on. 

Anyway, see ya later bitches. (by later I mean... ill see you in a few months)

I'm terrible at updating so be patient with me ok, XD