Miranda's Pov " His name was Dexter." She announced and my heart skipped a beat. Standing from my seat, I paced around for a while, running my fingers through my hair. " You lost your son twelve years ago?" I repeated, still finding it hard to believe. " Yes." She answered, more earnestly this time. I glanced back at Jonas, swallowing. " And he matched all of the descriptions that I put online?" " Everything. He's a bit of a special being, my boy. Please, are you with him?" " U-uhm... I'm not sure of how much I should tell you." I began but she cut me off. " Please, I really need to know if you have him with you. I can send you proof, anything. His picture, even his birth certificate. I just need to know that he's alive and well." Closing my eyes, I gripped the phone tightly, my heart racing. This is a lot to take in. " Can I call you later? I'll need those things that you earlier mentioned but I have to call you later
Miranda's Pov Stirring awake, I opened my eyes to see Jonas worriedly peering down at me. When he saw that I was awake, relief immediately flooded his features and he relaxed instantly. " What happened?" I muttered, my voice hoarse and my head hurting. " You passed out." He replied, his voice coated with worry. I groaned, sitting up on the chair he placed me on. Looking around, I realized wee were at a park and it was empty. The events of earlier came rushing into my head and I immediately gasped. Alarmed, I snapped my eyes open, glancing at him. " What happened!? Did we escape!?" I asked frantically. He held my hands as he nodded. That's when I noticed the blood on his clothes. " Did you get hurt!?" " No." He replied, just as calmly. I swallowed, my heart racing. Nodding my head, I tried to think straight. " That's good. It's good that you weren't hurt. But we need to find a place to stay. They might still be looking for us." I said. Something i
Miranda's P. O. V " Mom, you're being too loud." I groaned as I stared out the window, watched as the trees zipped by. " Sorry, sorry. " She muttered, her voice apologetic. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Glancing at her, I let out a small smile. " It's okay, I'm not angry. Just tired." I said. " And I know that more than anyone. Don't worry dear, we're almost there. You're going to love it here! It's so quiet not to mention how clean the air is. It's going to be such a great change for you due too.…" And just like that, my mum continued rambling. I couldn't get angry at it though, it was her way of coping. She always talked a lot when she was nervous. I stared ahead, my gaze unseeing. Here I am, a twenty four year old lady who's life is about to come to a standstill due to a terminal disease. I was diagnosed of pulmona
(Somewhere in Tennessee) Two men in lab clothing, had their brows knit in concentration as they watched one of their partners inject something into an injured animal. Their breath caught in their throats, they watched intently, hoping for a reaction… Anything. " What happened? Did it heal? Did you see any closing of wounds?" A scrawny man with a goatee beard asked. Most of his middle hair had disappeared and he had dark circles underneath his eyes. He looked repulsive enough but on closer inspection, once could detect the slightest hint of a scratch on his wrinkling skin close to his eyes, giving him a savage look. The younger man shook his head, glancing at him with downcast eyes. " No, he's still the same." He muttered. " Damnit! After all the work we put in." He murmured to himself, displeased. " Isn't it hopeless already?" His partner asked.
Miranda Pov I woke up with a start, feeling invigorated. Stretching on the bed, I groaned as I slipped out of it, running a finger through my hair. I had a good sleep nice last, a first of it's kind. Usually my sleep time gets interrupted with cough. I smiled to myself, I night enjoy staying here after all. It's quietness is soothing. I trudged to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and took my bath. Once I thorough with that, I stepped out, a towel wrapped around my body. I want to go hiking today and explore the wounds while at it. I've always loved nature but there wasn't enough trees back in Las Vegas to live out that dream. Rummaging my closet, I brought out a track suit and fixed running shoes on my legs. Packing my hair into a tight, I looked ready. I left my room, straight to the kitchen to have a cup of green tea before taking my water bottle. My phone and earphones with me, I took a face mask and procceded out of the h
Chapter 4Miranda's Pov A few days later, I got ready to go and see the stranger I had rescued. I was unable to sleep last night as I kept worrying about him. When I finally dozed off in the early hours of the morning, he plagued my dreams. I've never reacted this strongly to anyone before so it made me a worried. What was it about him? Hurriedly eating my breakfast, I gulped down a bottle of water, making sure I took my pills too. I was ready. I stepped out of house, locking the door behind me and keeping the key. Walking all the way to the bus stop, i boarded a taxi and headed straight to the hospital. When I arrived, I found out the hospital was in commotion. " What's going on?" I asked one of the nurses who was running in my direction. She was frantic, breathing heavily. She pointed at a ward, trying to form the words.&
Miranda Pov " Hey! Why did you do that!!" I shot at him but he didn't say a word, just kept growling at the television, his eyes glowing. I glanced back at the television, wondering what made him so riled up. " You don't like him?" I asked, pointing at the man on the television. The growling lessened but his eyes were still glowing. Reluctantly, he nodded. I sighed, plopping back to my seat, letting out a sigh, I turned off the television. " Okay, I won't show him to you anymore. See?" I said glancing at the now blank television. He stopped growling but he still stood there, staring at me. Feeling a bit uncomfortable by his stares, I stood up, walking towards him. " Come on, let's get you to a room. You need to rest." I muttered pushing him. He didn't move at all, so I had to use all of my strength to do that and that was hard. He was built like a brick wall and was so heavy. it was hard pushing him forward. By the time we got to an empty room, I was alread
" I've decided, I'm going to be keeping you," I announced, and he looked up at me, his ears perked up. " Just until, we found out who you are, where you're from, and where you're going to." I continued as if he could reply. He just stared at me, a blank look on his face. Straightening up, I cleared my throat. " For that, you're going to need a name. What would you like to call yourself?" She asked him, a brow raised. He looked down at his toes. " Why do I keep expecting something different?" She mumbled to herself before thinking of a name. " What do I possibly call you now?" I asked him but he just tilted his head to his side. I sighed, rubbing my forehead. " Of course, I've forgotten you don't speak." I thought about it for a while, placing a hand on my chin. " How about Jonas? I did that suits you, although I should probably think of a better name..." I stopped when he nodded his head. " You li