MAD MARY

💀 CHAPTER EIGHTEEN | THE SPARK IN THEIR EYES

"We're here." George told Mary when they got back to the wooden mansion.

Mary said nothing for a while.

She gazed at the wooden house by its corners and timber walls. Her sight glided through the beautiful porch in front of the wood-built home. The flowers once withered during her lone stay, now shone vibrant. Petals seemed to glow in the dimmed orange rays of sunset and while ferns curled up, leaves of other plants shimmered a lovely brown under the gold influence of the sun's goodbye.

The wooden exterior of the mansion remained steady but the fade on the old rectangular blocks were obvious. Moss kissed parts of the wooden walls that were denied love of the sun's rays daily.

Mary still found it hard to believe that she lived alone in the huge house, day and night for almost three years.

Her eyes moved from the house to the one who supported her with his arms. She smiled.

If there was anything she was grateful for, though its perks, it was the sudden existence of the Beckhams in her life.

Her heart received undeniable warmth at that moment and with no thoughts of any kind, her lips landed on George's left cheek followed by a whisper-toned "Thank you."

George's heart beat louder and he felt every form of stress within him escape with the passing wind. He smiled sheepishly but did his best to make out a few words before the cherished moment grew awkward.

"What was that for?" he said, doing his best to keep his cool like he had seen Todd do a thousand times.

"Just my way of saying 'thank you'." Mary said.

"Thank you for what?"

"For everything George. For everything."

Mary's smile remained on her face and her eyes peered into the almost-azure blue of George's eyes. She became lost in admiration of George's dedication to help her regain her past. He was more than just a teenager who complained a lot. He was a hero. He was her hero.

George's smile had disappeared moments ago. His eyes were too busy trying to memorise every portion of beauty on Mary's face. He gazed at her slender neck and every wisp of coal-black hair that slapped her face as a dance to the wind. The green of her eyes glowed in grace and calm only love could describe. She was beautiful.

George reached out for Mary's hair and tucked them behind her ears gently. Mary closed her eyes for a second out of habit and at that moment, George appreciated the lush long eye-lashes that secured her eyes. Her pink lips parted slightly to give off a happy smile. White teeth were seen by enamel tips. Still, they brought cheerfulness to her face.

George took Mary's hands in his and pushed them against his chest. His eyes still fixed on hers. Her hands felt cold. A silent chill roamed about them, while the thunder roared in the distance under a few grey clouds that had begun to take the orange bliss of the sunset off the wooden mansion.

"Mary. I know I'm just a teenager. You might say I'm just a kid and that's okay. I really don't care how you see me. What matters is what I can do for you. What's important is how well I can help you. I may just be a lousy teen, with no power of my own or special abilities. I may not be smart like Todd or strong like my father, but I promise to do every little thing I can to help you. I promise to do the best I can to help you regain your memories and understand your present. I promise to help you discover the truth of my father's connection to you and bring him to justice, if he's deemed guilty. I may not be as perfect as anyone you know but in any way I can, I promise to help you. You can trust me." George said.

The minute the words had left his mouth, he recited them like poetry in his head and dropped Mary's hands, while taking a few steps away from her.

"Shit! What the hell was that?! I sounded like the protagonist in a fucking romance movie! Shit! She's going to think I'm pathetic. Fuck! Control yourself George! What is wrong with you?!" George's thoughts admonished his actions.