Semua Bab Second Chance Luna: Bab 131 - Bab 140

AUNT HYACINTH. I can’t stay here for much longer, I can’t let Nikolai see me like this, I can’t let anyone see me like this. I got dressed this morning to start work and I started to bleed without warning. The pain that warms me that my bleeding is about to start, the shark pain in my chest and the stung in my nose is no longer present. I just randomly start bleeding from my nose and the periods have become longer and longer. I fear a time might come when I’ll bleed until I pass out and die and I don’t want Nikolai to have to see that. He’s not even healed from his mother’s death yet, seeing me bleed until I die might just be too traumatic to heal from or maybe I’m being too dramatic and Nikolai will get over my death in a few days. I still don’t want to take my chances though.The reason I didn’t have children’s was because I didn’t want to leave them dejected and lonely and having them bear the burden of my death alone might just be too much for them. I also don’t 2ant to do to t

DAPHNE “Father,” I greet and his smile is twice as wide as I remember. He quickly kisses me on the cheek and takes Charlene from me and kisses her too but we both know he’s more happy to see the kids than he is to see me. “Uncle,” I bow as he paces down the stairs like a king. He sights Amelia and rushes to her. It’s like I don’t even exist to both of them. “Uncle.” I greet again and he shoots me a short glance before returning all his attention to Amelia. They despise Patrick but the twins are hard not to love, it’s like their superpower. They attract all the love and attention around to themselves. I walk past both of them and go upstairs to my room. At least, my former room. I used to live in it when I was a kid like it was my home away from home. I’d coke here to hide anytime I got mad at my father, mostly when he got mad at me. The triplets were a lot to handle. They treated me very differently because I was a girl and when they decided to play with me, they played m

AUNT HYACINTH I woke up with a terrible headache thanks to my impulsive decision to drown myself in alcohol. I don’t remember a thing so seeing myself naked was the most horrifying experience.My heart was beating faster than eyes were blinking. I was panicked. I hastily threw some clothes on before going go check the door. Its locked from the inside and it gives me a certain sense of relief. “No one could have gotten in if the doors were locked,” I thought but a counter thought popped in, a silver of doubt.“What if I personally locked the door after the person who came in and saw me like this?” What then. The panic came back faster than it left. I swear never to drink alcohol for the rest of my life, no matter how short. I guess some things are hard to forget no matter how much alcohol you drink. I vividly remember that I don’t have much time left to live so why can’t I remember what happened hours ago? Or at least before I lost my clothes? My room has never been this disorderly

NIKOLAI. Everyone is failing to understand, I know what it looks like but I’m sure they’re mistaken. I’ve known her all my life and the only time she ever told me not to worry was hours before my mom died. She never says not to worry except there’s something to worry about and with all the recent security threats, I can’t take any chances. I aggressively tousled my hair almost ripping the whole thing out. Everything looks like a mess. Hell, everything is a mess! I don’t know how I managed to make my office look like this in only a few hours. I pick up a book from the ground and a piece of paper falls from it. There’s something written on it. It’s a reminder to help Jacob find his missing wife. I totally forgot about it. I’m glad I wrote it down. It’s been one problem after the other lately, the only good thing I have going on is the pack project. It’s like the entire land is cursed or something, I don’t know what’s going on. I sit back to analyze all my problems and think of pr

DAPHNE. Every mother, at least most mothers will do anything for their children. I will do anything for my children, it’s not their fault that they had an unfortunate father but they don’t have to know that, I took care of that part of their lives, I can’t be sure that they’re going to have new father any time soon but at least they don't have to grow up with an unfortunate one. “Are you just going to sit there all day and mope?” My father asks glaring at me. I think he might even be pissed that I exist. “What would you suggest I do, father?” “You better watch your tone young lady, you seem to forget that the only reason I let you in is the twins.” He bellows. How can I forget? He reminds me every ten minutes. Just when I start to think that there’s a little sympathy left, that he still feels something for me as his daughter, he knocks on the door and corrects my thoughts with his husky voice. “I never forgot dad, I’ll try to earn my keep. What do you need me to do?” I offer an