Catalina The forest was pitch-black, and the further we went in, the quieter it became. "Did you see where they went?" I asked. "No," she said ruefully, "but I think maybe you should go back to the car—I would never forgive myself if something happened to either of us while we were here." I stomped my foot on the ground. "I wish everyone would stop treating me as if I'm some delicate little flower!" I said. "I'm a grown woman. I can take care of myself." "We'll see," she said, and we continued our walk into the woods. It was very quiet in the forest, except for the sound of our footsteps on the leaf litter and small pebbles. We walked for about twenty minutes before we came to a clearing. It was lit by moonlight that streamed down through the canopy above us, making it look like something out of a fairy tale. GRRR!!! The sound caused us to freeze where we stood looking at each other, both afraid to even breathe because whatever made that noise might suddenly come out and take us
MalcolmThe water began to boil over in the pot along with my blood when Catalina walked through the front door. Closing my eyes, I tried to simmer down the anger taking hold of me. All I ever wanted was to protect her, and I couldn't understand how she could be so careless, especially when she was carrying our child. When she came in the door, I could tell something was wrong by her flushed cheeks and wide eyes. She looked like she had seen a ghost—but I knew better than to believe that. I knew what Catalina and Emily were up to this evening. The test was if she was going to tell me the truth or not. "Hi," she said, walking across the room to me. She put her hands on my shoulders and kissed my cheek. "How was your day?"I ignored her as I turned and looked at her, my eyes cold. "I need to know what happened tonight." I wasn't about to partake in this game any longer. I wanted her to tell me the truth, and I wanted her to tell me now.Catalina knew she had been caught. She looked down
Catalina "The key to the mystery lies where you least expect it." Those infamous words began to haunt me in my sleep. I couldn't shake the feeling that the solution to my puzzle was right in front of me, but hidden from view. And there was always someone or something trying to harm me or our baby around every corner. My heart and mind were racing as I desperately sought this "key."Panic and confusion followed me everywhere, clouding my judgment and obstructing my vision. Every night, the dreams were getting more intense and lasting longer, and I was starting to think our troubles weren't over. It was just the beginning. It was clear that I had to find the key and unlock the door that was holding us back from freedom. I just wanted it all to stop. Now, I try to avoid sleeping as much as possible. I would go to bed with Malcolm and pretend to sleep until he was off into his dreamland, then I would get up and drink tea and read a book. It was only a matter of time before he caught on to
Catalina I was on a covert mission to the Rockrimmon library; I was still concealing my pregnancy from the students here, so I was dressed in an oversized hoodie, a wig, and sunglasses. Despite my efforts to remain hidden, I was terrified that someone would recognize me and inform the entire school. Malcolm would be upset, but my Roman would not jeopardize our situation unless it was critical. I took advantage of the surrounding forest near campus and sunk in the back door to the library. With my heart racing, I scoured the library for any signs of people who had seen me enter. They told me to meet them near the occult section, which was near the back of the library, next to a corridor that no one wanted to investigate. My thoughts were racing as I made my way to the back of the library, staying in the shadows. My pulse quickened as I got closer to the occult section. Psst! over here! Emily, who was hiding behind a bookcase, motioned for me to come over. My tiptoeing progressed in
Malcolm "What does Catalina have to do?" I snatched the book from Roman's grasp and roared. I could feel the color draining from my face as my eyes scanned over the black print on the cream-colored pages. I read it three times more to ensure my eyes weren't deceiving me. Gravity took over, and I slumped in my seat. I held the book in my hands so tightly that it wouldn't have been a surprise to anyone if it ripped apart in my hands. "What does Catalina have to do with this?" My voice shook due to anger and disbelief as I stared into Roman's eyes for an answer. Emily began to cry as Roman hugged her tightly. Despite everything I'd done to keep something terrible from happening, it all seemed to blow up in my face right now. I was in danger of losing two people who meant everything to me. "I cannot afford to lose my sister or niece. We must act now," Roman said before bursting into tears. He seemed desperate for an answer, which I lacked. My heart went out to her brother. We were all i
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