Alfred’s POVStill trying to think about it, there were several ways that transformation may occur. It was like poison, whichever one chooses to be with you, you just stick by it. As far as I was aware, I didn't know how to approach Freda with all of this. It was bad enough that she wasn't talking to me or anyone in the mansion, I just wanted to keep my distance.The same thing has been recurring for a few nights now. Each time I stayed close to her door, she was either crying or coughing. There was no greater way to put it, she was having trouble sleeping, and yet I still did not know how to help out when all she wanted was to stay away from me. It was difficult for me because I have not had this experience with humans. I always knew what to say to people, people who already knew what kind of life we were living. We tried to not get into a lot of hard trouble because speaking to the police could be a lot of work. The conversation between Kale and I was still very clear in my head.
Freda’s POVI needed a fresh start...That was my conclusion after my nightmares got a lot worse and the feeling of death just kept hovering. There was nothing that stopped the feeling, it was like I was suffocating. My words became less and less and the only reply I could give to any reaction was a nod. I needed an outlet to let things out of the bags. Sleep wandered far from me, as the whispering that used to visit my dreams started creeping into my reality. I needed to sort things out with my kind but I didn't know how to. I had no experience with that sort of thing, never have. Things changed for me when I arrived here, making me question myself If I was really cursed or deformed. Maybe I was suffering from post-traumatic stress. It was the only thing I could tie my experience to. Too many things out of the ordinary were already taking place and it was only a matter of time before things explained in my face. The view from my window was the nicest gift I felt running to. I found
Freda’s POVI couldn't sleep throughout the night. It had been a week plus since I completely shut Alfred out. In the midst of that, I was going to speak to him after the long haul of my emotions being mixed with lots of silence and depression. I am not prepared to face him but if I wanted my plan to work, it would be best that I did what was necessary, no matter what. He had no right to hold me hostage, I refused to settle for confinement when I had done nothing wrong.It was a good thing that my mind was occupied, it helped with the nightmares, and for the first time in days, I didn't hear any form of whispering that jolted me from my brief sleep. What was ahead of me was greater than any form of pain, it was fear enveloping me in all the ways. What would he say?Would he punish me?Is he just going to leave me to my life and how I wanted to rearrange it?Was he going to yell at me? What was my plan even after I left here? What am I going to do to survive out there in the world th
Alfred’s POVMy heart couldn't take it that she was leaving. There was nothing much to say after Lilian told me what she had just heard from her. There was no way I could salvage the situation because Freda had made up her mind to leave the mansion. It was a good thing she was not running away, instead, she was making a rational decision out of what she felt. I respected her decision just immediately after the news got to me, no matter how disheartening. There was no telling that I was the one who had caused her the most pain, even when Kale was trying to talk me out of my decision but I just couldn't snap out of the pain from my bruised self. It happened long ago and yet I was punishing someone, with the most clear innocence. Now, I was scared that going back to the world she came from was only going to make things worse for me. It was bad enough that she was still going through her transformation and at this point, with her things were only getting confused. The highest someone ha
Alfred’s POV I couldn't remember the last time I was visited by silence. It was like a wave from the deep sea, wiping the earth clean from whatever it carried. I have to be supportive, that's what I have been telling myself but I stood by not letting her go.There was no way around it, if I do not let her go, things might get worse. We might never be able to move away from this phase, where she felt stuck. She felt st k in this house and with all that was going on, I too, would find it difficult to move on.After the kiss, she was all I could think about. Thinking about her gave me only questions, I was finding it difficult to find the answers to. There was only one way to find out but I was not ready to face the underlying truth. I did not want to keep her hostage or anything any longer. I approached the whole thing in the wrong way but there was no going back now. Before she left, I wanted us to have breakfast together. This was the first time I was doing such a thing but if we we
Freda’s POV3 months laterMy dreams take me back to the moment of severe abandonment. The moment where I left the mansion, it felt like I was leaving something huge behind. Something that was so important to my soul, it was at the state of leaving that I realized that we really haven't spoken about anything. We were dancing around a lot of pain and heartache. It was too dire for our souls to carry a nut yet I put him through all that. Although Lilian was with me, it's not difficult to know that Alfred was always going to be lurking with either text, phone calls or even meet or greet. I found it difficult to believe that he was willing to let go like that until he started texting every minute. I knew I tried to make it clear, to tell them that I didn't want anything in my business. The first month was tiring and it was difficult to get by because I needed to get a job. Going a little job hunting, almost every day of the week, attending interviews that I wasn't sure of became the hig
Freda’s POV"We've only been here three months and you've made friends with the whole city. How do you know about this party anyway?" I asked Lilian, she winked instead not giving me a tangible answer.I had a rough day yesterday and this weekend, she was already dragging me to a party that I definitely would feel left out in. As much as I loved to mingle at times, for put and be with friends, parties were certainly not my thing. I see it as a brothel where everyone comes to share their pleasures which can either go in the wrong way at any time. When a party is involved anything could go wrong. I did a lot of those in high school but as I grew older, I just saw it as a pointless activity. But Lilian said we should step out every now and then and she decided that I should accompany her."I really think I should sit this one out.""Not on my watch, you have to be with me at all times.""Which makes me wonder why you haven't started following me to work and scaring all my colleagues awa
Freda’s POVMy cheeks were hurting but in a good way.Trey had been making jokes about the little things. It was a good thing we were drinking and there was a high chance that I won't be able to remember most of it. It was a good thing that I was this carefree, I did not understand what it means to lose myself and just let myself be free. This was the first time I felt like myself in months. Even with the tireless efforts of trying to make sense of my identity irrespective of the slow change I was passing through, it was refreshing to have a nice conversation without having to think of the possible ways that you might get into trouble if you choose to be clear with the person whom you have chosen to speak to.We were both laughing over our taste in movies and music and it turned out, he had quite the taste but I have concluded that maybe I was the alien who had chosen not to connect with the world with its current waves at which it was moving. Time was indeed an incredible thing, to s