Broken Promises
Chapter 8
Julia’s head throbbed. The sound of voices, many loud voices filled her ears. She groaned and tried to force them out, but they only grew louder.
“Julia sweetie, wake up!” exclaimed Jade. “Come on Sis, Yan needs you.”
“Mama. Pweaze wake up,” begged Yan.
She felt his little hands on her cheek then a small slobbery kiss. She wanted to open her eyes, but her body would not let her. She stayed unmoving as one by one people called out to her.
She wanted to cry, to scream out so people would still know that she was with them, but she could not.
Day after day she would try to open her eyes, but they remanded shut. At night she cried, she could feel tears running down her face. A person, normally Ruth, would wipe them away.
She soon started to believe that they would remain closed forever. She would never hold Yan in her arms again, she would never see her new born baby, she would never see the sun or a rainbow. She was dead to the world.
Then one day they just opened. Light burned her eyes, but she could not bring herself to care. Her eyes were open.
She looked around the room and noticed for the first time no one was there. Slowly she sat up, her body screamed, but it was worth it. Her baby moved around as if telling her how happy it was for her to be up.
Smiling she stood then promptly fell back down when her knees gave out. She tried again and this time she kept her balance.
Carefully she shuffled over to the door. Voices of every tone and gender radiated from behind the door. She grabbed a hold of the knob and turned it. With a bit of effort she pushed the door open.
The first person she saw was Yan. He was sitting on Margret’s lap swinging his legs back and forth. As if sensing her he stopped. His tiny head snapped to her.
His beautiful violet eyes filled with tears as he jumped from Margret’s lap.
“Mama!” Yan cried.
She bent and scooped her baby boy into her arms. He was heavier than she remembered, but she managed. Yan kissed her at least a hundred times on the face and neck and she did the same. She did not leave a place on his face untouched when she was done.
“Sis,” said Jade.
She looked up to see her sister’s cherry blond hair bouncing towards her. Jade’s deep green eyes sparkled from her tanned face.
“Jade,” she whimpered.
Margret’s pitch black hair and bright blue eyes stared at her from across the room. Her mocha skin flushed with happiness as a single tear ran from the corner of her eye.
Ruth stood at the other end of the room a smile bright on her face, but she made no move to approach her. They let Yan have his time with her and she was truly grateful for that.
“Where’s Caspian?” she asked.
No one said a word. They stood there looking at her, but no one answered her question. Finally when she thought she was going to go mad with waiting someone spoke.
“He’s in the kitchen,” it was Ruth who told her.
Gently she placed Yan on the floor and made her way to the kitchen. Light shone through the windows revealing Caspian sitting up right in a chair, alive.
His back was turned towards her as he stared out the front door.
“Caspian?” she asked.
His head snapped around so quickly that it made her flitch. He did not say a word, he just stared at her.
“Caspian?” she asked again.
“Do I know you?” Caspian asked.
Her heart skidded to a halt. He did not remember her. Her love did not even know who she was.
She scented the air and froze. He did not even smell like her Caspian any more.
“Who’s the father?” he asked.
She looked at her stomach then back at him. She wanted to cry, but she kept it in.
“You,” she whispered.
Caspian stared at her confusion passed over his face.
“No its not,” he whispered confusion apparent in his voice. “I don’t know you.”
He got out of his chair and walked towards her.
“But it is. And Yan, he is ours too,” she explained.
Caspian just shook his head and glared at her.
“You lie! I would never mate with you!” he screamed.
Then he did something that her Caspian would never do. He hit her. His fist grazed her cheek, but it was enough to force her to the floor.
She hit the floor with her side. A cry flew from her lips as she looked up at the man she loved.
“Caspian?” she whimpered.
He glared down at her and prepared to kick her when Ruth flew through the room knocking Caspian out of the door.
He grunted when he landed, but was already up before Ruth righted herself. She scrambled up and ran out of the house.
“No Ruth! Don’t hurt him!” she cried.
Margret grabbed her keeping her up on the porch as Jade blocked her path.
“Stop, Julia!” yelled Jade. “He hit you! He does not know who you are!”
“He does! It will just take him awhile!” she cried.
Ruth looked over her shoulder at her then back at Caspian.
“You were never good enough for her,” Ruth sneered.
“Take her home!” Ruth yelled over her shoulder.
She screamed and fought her sisters, but she did not have the strength. She quickly wore herself out. She looked one last time at Caspian before she disappeared.
Caspian watched the strange female go. She had had the gull to say that the child growing inside her womb was his. He wanted to laugh, but the female in front of him would most likely kill him.
He knew that this woman was no mere demon or human. She was something completely different.
“You have no idea what you just lost. You will never see Julia again; I will make sure of that. You are nothing, but a filthy demon,” the female sneered.
Before he could strike she was gone. Then he noticed that everyone was gone. He was completely alone.
Silently he walked up the stairs and into the house. That pregnant female’s scent was every where. He growled and searched the house for the scent.
A bed in the far side of the house seemed to radiate the female’s scent. Ripping the mattress from the bed he tore it. Feathers flew form the mattress’s open wounds.
“Not my child,” he growled.
As the feathers fell he slowly remembered. He remembered the woman’s eyes looking up at him from a bar stool. He remembered the taste of their first kiss. He remembered the feel of her skin the first time they made love.
“Oh my God! Julia!” he cried.
He looked down at the mattress, the one he and his mate had laid on every night, the one they made love in, the one that held Yan when he had a nightmare. He had destroyed everything that he had created with one punch.
Chapter 9 coming soon.
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