Last Kiss [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Eleven: Waking Up.

                                                      Chapter Eleven: Waking Up. 

"Bwake!" I call out as I watch Blake race ahead of me, "Bwakey! Come bwack!"  My stubby, toddler legs ach as I try to push them to their capacity.

Why won't Blake just slow down?

"Bwakey! Bwakey!" I continue calling out. Blake suddenly freezes and crouches behind a wall.  "Bwake?" 

Blake turns to me and lays one of his small, thin fingers on his lip as he beckons me towards  him. "Shhh... Vivanna," he whispers, "quite or they'll hear you." 

I frown. Who  will hear me? Uncle Seb? Papa? But what's wrong with that?

I raise my meaty arms and cross them across my chest, something I've seen Aunt Beth do whenever Uncle Seb annoys her. 

Blake rolls his eyes at me. "Come here," he says, "Listen to me. I know more. I'm bigger than you. I'm seven years old, I'm big." 

I pout. He always uses the fact that I'm only five against me. 

"Bwut Bwakey..." I moan causing him to roll his eyes once more, get up and drag me towards the wall. 

"Now be quiet and hide behind me" he says. I nod and crouch behind Blake. 

"-what should we do about it?" I hear a familiar voice say. 

"I'm not sure. But whatever happens my daughter should not be near by when it happens." I perk up at the sound of the voice. Papa! It's papa! Wait, then why is Blake making me hide?

"Bwakey," I whisper, "I wanna go to Papa."

Blake grabs both my hands and shakes his head. "No." he said, "Not now, you can't."

"Why not?" I ask. 

Blake frowns and a crease appears in the middle of his eyebrows. "I-I don't know. Mom told me not too. She said it's not safe." 

I peer at him with wide eyes. Mrs McGuire said that? Why? Was Papa dangerous?

"Bwut-bwut..." I stammer as confusion filters my naive mind. "Bwut papa is... Papa is good." I say. 

Blake shrugs, "I don't know why mom said that either. But Emerson sai-" 

"Ah! There you two are!" said a voice causing Blake and I to whip our heads behind us. We find ourselves looking at Uncle Seb, his blonde hair falling into his blue eyes. 

"Uncle Seb!" I exclaim as I race forward and fling my pudgy arms around his legs. 

"Hey Uncle Seb." Blake murmurs behind me. Why does his voice sound like that? Why does it sound so.... unenthusiastic? 

Does Blakey not like Uncle Seb?

Why doesn't he like him?

I'll ask him later.

"I've been looking for you two everywhere!"  exclaims Uncle Seb as he reaches down and carries me in his arms. I start to giggle as he tickles me. "Don't run off next time Anna." he tells me. 

"But Bwakey tickled me so I rwan after him."  I try to explain my behaviour through my fit of giggles.

Uncle Seb sighs and ruffles Blake's hair. "Don't do that again Blake. Not when I'm busy."