A RAY OF LIFE

19.

Look out for what ended her up here at first place.
The mystery I was on to solve was behind this stupid riddle which doesn't sound like a riddle even, I just had to think a little more. Derek was sleeping because he was exhausted, not physically but emotionally. I was sitting beside the cutely-sleeping him as he didn't want me to go anywhere, moroever I needed some rest and less movement of body....hello! Pregnancy is exhausting ohkay.

I kept thinking and thinking about if there were any hidden or buried secrets. Derek said they never found them....as in the bodies because he didn't know in what state they were after the accident. I saw them that way, and the image of Nathan and Cathy started roaming in my head and I had to shoo it away because it was totally distracting me. Horrible death, I must say! Being and mother-to-be I just cried Everytime I saw Nathan's face now be it healthy or dead.

Who was driving the car by the way? And where were they going? Where did the accident happen? Was it a cliff or something like that and that's why the Woods couldn't find them? What day was it?
I needed to know all these detailed information about them to proceed further but that's the problem right, I couldn't just ask anybody in the house about them. Derek would have been best choice for it but actually he is the worst... because apparently they were his finance and child.
I was going crazy about what to do and how to get the information about them because I was clear with one thing... whatever I had to do...it had to be about the accident only. It was the only thing that ended her up here.. like this....at first place. It wasn't some critical THE CONJURING ghost type story which needed all the past behind.   I just needed some information.

The phone rang suddenly which shuddered me as I was thinking about ghosts. Irony! I'm a ghost myself. But ohkay let's not get back to that.
I very slowly walked down the bed and reached the table on the corner where the phone was placed.
Picking up...
"Hello Derek...surgery was successful" I heard Alex chumming in his best.

"Oh hey...sorry actually Derek is sleeping, he was kinda exhausted...but that's...that's great news...I'll tell him surely."  I said.

"Oh Iris...ohkay...ohkay....do tell him. And also that we will be staying for the night here." And the line went off.
It was the happiest news for the day. It had been such a busy yet boring and tensed day. I was woken up alone in this really big mansion. It was past evening now. My stomach started growling again for food. Ah this foodie baby!

I tried to wake him up but he pulled me more. I snuggled in his side and stroke his hair a little. He was waking up gradually now. I kissed his lips quickly and bit his nose which made him open his eyes completely.

"Evil..taking advantage of a sleeping guy..." He said in his snoring voice.

"Awww...poor victim...now get up I have to tell you something goooddd.....and...also...make me something to eat, we both are hungry" I said pouting like a kid and pointing towards my bump.

"Alright....alright...but tell me have they called yet? How's Sarah?" He asked while sitting upright and wearing his shirt. Derek always slept with naked upper torso. It was his weird sexy type of habbit.

"Yeah...about that...well that is the good news only.. surgery was successful. They gonna stay there for the night" I said clapping my hand in excitement as I knew we both were so happy knowing it.

"Oh my god.....thank God thank God. 
Iris I love you..." He said while pulling me into a hug and kissing my cheeks three times. I was spellbound to be honest. Did he just say he loves me? Okay believe it or not, love...is a big word here, now you must be thinking how it is a big word when we often fall in it...but that's the catch...we often think it is LOVE when it's not...it happens rare so we don't really prefer saying it to everyone we date.
Alright hold on ......! I just started thinking too much.....he said that in excitement. Had it been me instead of Derek and Mrs.Webber's dog instead of me....I would have loved that filthy dog even.
Oh boy! My thesis sometimes harms me only...deeply hurt for calling myself a dog. Deeply!