CatalinaTonight was a full moon, the perfect time to send an evil shadow and the specter back to its rightful place--Hell. I had been mentally preparing for the task at hand all day. I wanted to believe that everything would go as planned, but something was gnawing at my insides, and I couldn't put my finger on it. We had a solid plan in place, with two backups. What were we forgetting? I spent the night before reading everything I could find on evil spirits and other supernatural creatures. I knew these weren't the source of my uneasiness, but I was determined to cover all bases. My mind kept returning to an image of Bex. Was she somehow involved in this? Because the shadow didn't appear until she disappeared. Was she the first victim of the shadow? The shadow did attack others, but it mostly tormented pregnant women. Hmmm? Was she expecting? Was that why she chose to vanish? Perhaps it was time to pay a visit to her city girlfriend.Emily and my brother wanted to accompany me just
Catalina We could see Ms. Cleo dancing around the kitchen with a ladle in her hand when we arrived at her home; we figured that she was making her legendary jambalaya. She was a native of New Orleans in every sense of the word. I could smell Cajun spices wafting through the air, and it made me want to lick my lips. Instantly, she opened the door before I had the chance to even knock on it. She answered with a grin, "Ah, I was expecting you," as she looked at me inquisitively. She first greeted me with a peck on the cheek, and then she put her hand on my stomach. "That baby girl of yours is sprouting up like a weed, child. Please, come in." She greeted us with a warm welcome and led us on a tour of the house. Every room in the house, from the kitchen to the living room, exuded an atmosphere that was warm and inviting. We could feel the love that she and her family had for each other, and we marveled at the decorations that adorned the walls."So, tell me more about your missing frien
I sat in stunned silence, staring at the room full of friends. Ms. Cleo, Emily, and Bex had pulled out all the stops to make this day special, taking extra care to make sure that each item matched the colors of the baby’s room. Everything from the cute little baby booties to the personalized nameplate for the crib was a perfect fit for the shower. I was so thankful to have such wonderful friends in my life, who had gone out of their way to make sure that this special day was memorable. As I gazed around the room, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of appreciation for all of my friends and family that had come out to support me and celebrate the upcoming arrival of my child. But in the midst of all of this joy, one person was not present. My mother. As much as I tried to push the sadness away, I couldn’t help but feel like something was missing. I had hoped that she would be here to witness such an important moment in my life and share in this special occasion. With a heavy heart, I a
Imagine my surprise when my mother called me this morning to set up a lunch date. She stated that she wished to make amends and begin again. So the entire drive to the cafe was nerve-racking as I hoped everything would go well and that she wouldn't change her mind when she saw how pregnant I was. My heart was racing as I approached the cafe. I parked by the curb outside the cafe and took a deep breath. Were we prepared for this? We weren't exactly close before this. I mean, she and my father barely paid attention to me. My brother Roman was the one who looked after me. But here we were, trying to rebuild our relationship from the ground up.I couldn't help but smile when I walked into the cafe and saw my mother. We talked about a lot of things, and she even admitted to making mistakes with me when she was younger. At that point, tears welled up in my eyes because, for the first time in years, my mother was attempting to understand me. Our lunch date turned into an emotional discussion
Malcolm It had been hours since Catalina went to have lunch with her mom, and neither of them was answering the phone. So I called Roman to see if he knew where she was. And when he said he was having trouble getting a hold of them too, an alarm sounded off in my head. Something was seriously wrong. I was beginning to fear the worst, and so I quickly jumped in my car and drove to their last known location, hoping that they had simply gone out and gotten lost or maybe run into some other kind of trouble. As I drove, my mind raced with thoughts of what might have happened to them. When I arrived at the bistro where they had lunch, I noticed her car was still there, but her mother's car was nowhere to be found. Emily's car was parked behind me, and out jumped her, Roman, and Bex. We began questioning the staff to see if they saw anything out of the ordinary."Yeah, I saw that poor pregnant lady faint on the sidewalk, but a woman, I am guessing it was her mother, helped her up, and she p
I navigated my way through the thicket, which led me to a run-down cabin in the middle of the forest. The Ford car was parked in the driveway. I could hear the police sirens off in the distance, so I knew I had to get in there quickly before the witches became alarmed by the noise. I mentally prepared myself, took a few deep breaths, and then slowly inched my way inside, following a hint of Catalina's floral fragrance. It was a warm breeze, which suggested that she was still alive and, hopefully, unharmed. If she was, there was no telling what my panther would do. It was a moment that felt like an eternity; one wrong move, and I could startle the witches and put Catalina's life in danger. It was a risk I was willing to take; she was my mate. The mother of my unborn child. The only thing that mattered now was getting her back and making sure she would be safe from harm. I carefully took another step forward, and then another. Finally, I was in the house. My panther had me covered from
Catalina I'd been too afraid to leave the house since the witches kidnapped me. Eating was a chore, and even moving was more difficult than usual. When I realized that woman was not my mother, my soul and heart were shattered into a million pieces. She hadn't called to rekindle our relationship. Everything was a lie, and my real mother couldn't care less about reconciling with me. Suddenly, all the memories of my childhood were replaced with a feeling of betrayal and sadness. Do I mean nothing to her? Does she even care that she is going to be a grandmother? Despite the hurt and confusion that I felt, I had to keep going for the sake of my own family. Today, I had to get out of bed and face the reality that a relationship with my own mother may never happen. That evil witch! I expected to be sacrificed in some way, but pretending to be my mother was the ultimate low blow, leaving me with an even scarier thought. How did she know my mother's appearance? How did she know how my mother
CatalinaI tossed and turned all night. I kept dreaming about going into labor and everything under the sun going wrong. I woke up the next morning with a headache and couldn’t get back to sleep. I was so nervous about going into labor that I couldn’t focus on anything else. I got in the shower and tried to relax as much as possible.What did those witches do to me? Malcolm refused to talk about that day they had kidnapped me. He said that he had been so angry with them for what they did, he couldn’t even think about it. He’d rather leave it in the past. I understood his feelings on the subject, but I wanted answers. I couldn’t stop thinking about what they had done to me. I didn’t know if it was because of their magic or just a weird coincidence but I couldn’t help feeling like they were responsible for my current situation. I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of orange juice. My stomach was still turning from everything that had happened, but I needed to eat somethi