Hey Beasts lovers it's been a while. If you already read chapter one and two a while back we kindly ask you go back and reread those chapters as you will note that things are a bit different here this time of the night. We got a new book cover courtesy of borntowinash thank you so much and please show some love to her poetry book titled Everlasting and her recent one titled Whispers. If you're into poetry then I'm literally sending you to the right books for each book is so beautiful, each poem has a voice of its own. So check them out and show her some love. She actually made us this book cover a long time ago and we feel bad that we only sharing it with you guys now but nevertheless it is here so feast your eyes upon it.
Anyways here is the chapter you've been waiting for.
_____________________________________________________________________________The smooth harmony of slanted rain played in the background. I watch as it's droplets rolled down the windows and wet the brown ground of the forest. Rain had always had a calming effect for me.
I remember so many a times where my grandmother and I would sit in the reading room where a small fire would danced about in the fire place. She would work on her healing concoctions while I read a book to match the mood.
"Are you alright my heart?" my granny's smooth voice rang out through the speaker of the land-line. I couldn't help the smile that found it's way on my face. I really missed her and our rainy days.
"I'm good granny, just missing you that's all." I stated. It's been nearly three days since she's been gone and she has managed to wish me a goodnight each night fall. In times like these when I didn't really know what to do, I wanted her near me so maybe she can help me out in my dilemma.
"Oh, baby I miss you more. I promise I'll be home before you know it" she promised. She was currently visiting an old friend who's granddaughter needed help with her home birth. Seeing as granny is a traditional healer, she went to provide her professional assistance.
I sometimes wished I could travel with her. I often wonder, was she embarrassed about my existence. I knew she never really liked talking about my parents which made me think that maybe they were in good terms.
"What have you been doing since I've been gone?" she enquired. Her tone though at first glance sounded normal, I couldn't help but detect a little bit of curiosity in it.
In all our previous conversations, she never really questioned my whereabouts and judging by her tone I couldn't help but wonder that maybe granny knew I had something to hide.
I had yet to confined in her about the strange girl. I didn't exactly know what to say. It hadn't crossed my mind to inform granny about the girl. Besides what could I possibly say?
Oh hey grams, I just wanted to tell you that I found a stranger in the woods and she is now occupying my bed. So how have you been?
Yeah that didn't sound like something I could possibly say to her, especially over the phone. No, for now I'll keep the girl's existence to myself. Who knows I might never have to tell her afterall.
"Not much." I told her, "I have been reading up on your health issues. Exploring the woods." I heard her sigh.
"Rose, my dear you know I don't like you going about as you please in the woods. Especially when I'm not there to guide you"
"Grams, you know you can trust me besides there is literally nothing in the woods but woods."
"Have you ever wondered that maybe things may not be as they seem?" there it was again. The slight cautious warning in her tone that tried to reveal something to me.
"Grams I'm sixteen years old, your old tales about monsters who roam woods in the darkest of nights no longer scare me." silence. That's what I was met with.
A creak on the stairs made me aware of another presence in the cottage. I watched as the small figure of the girl appear in my vision. Her once naked body covered in my blue night gown. Black hair covered half of her face but her green eyes met mine in an intense stare.
"Rose-" I heard my granny say reminding me that she was still on the line. "Look grams. Let's not fight okay? I have to go and I promise I won't go in the woods. I'm tired so I think I'll just take a nap" I lied. I instantly felt bad about it but I had no other choice right?
Another sigh, "Okay my heart. I love you sleep well and talk to you tomorrow"
"I love you too grams", and with that said the call ended.
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What felt like hours which were probably a few seconds passed. The girl who who's name I had yet to find out stood right infront of me. I watched as a small blush appear on neck crawling towards her cheek.
"I didn't know what else to wear" she stated, as she held my night gown in her hands. Her voice was a soft melody with a hint of an accent.
"Oh, no that's okay." I said, troubling my hands, a nervous trait. " I, uhm, didn't want to impose on you by dressing you" now I was embarrassed.
"Thank you" she said honestly. My eyes locked with hers as I watched different emotions filter through them. "You saved my life" those green eyes settled on fear.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked, officially curious and most of all concerned.
"I don't exactly..." she paused, her face frowning in confusing. "Know" she finished.
"Oh?" now I was confused. I watched as discomfort settled on her as her stomach made a loud rumbling. Indicating a deep hunger. Again her cheeks tinted pink and I laughed a little to ease her embarrassment.
"Well you've been out for nearly three days so let's get you something to eat huh?" with that we made our way into the kitchen. All incidents leading to this very moment forgotten. It truly felt like we've known each other for a while and as we went into the kitchen, that thought alone startled me and deeply soothed me. Because even though I didn't know it yet that girl was family in every essence of the word.
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