Remember Me

Ch.3 Siblings

Chapter 3

For the rest of the afternoon Cleo stayed upstairs in her childhood room she shared with Piper. Her eyes scanned the shelves, posters, framed photos and stuffed animals as her mind began to wonder how Sebastian would see everything for the first time. Laying in bed, she hugged her pillow tightly to her chest as she curled up into a ball, listening to the laughter coming from downstairs.

With a few minutes left until dinner, Owen stopped by to let Cleo know Ella and Max had arrived. He paused in the doorway with concern in his eyes, wondering why his beautiful lively daughter was hiding out in her room.

"I'll be down in a few minutes," Cleo said.

"Can I sit with you until then?" Owen asked.

Cleo picked up her head and nodded. She heard the floorboards creak as Owen walked over to the bed and sat down beside her. His warm gentle hand landed in her hair as he began to run it through her locks.

"Something on your mind?" Owen asked.

Cleo shook her head, unable to meet her father's eyes.

"You never lie to me," Owen reminded her.

"I'm just...." Cleo slowly sat up and shrugged. She folded her legs in front of herself and tugged at her long sleeves. "I don't know, dad. I just don't feel like being around everyone right now."

"That's perfectly okay," Owen smiled. "Would you like for me to leave?"

"No," Cleo shook her head. "Can I ask you a question?"

"What's up?"

"When mom came to visit you in Juniper..." Cleo began with caution, making sure to keep the questions vague. "You two clearly had feelings for each other. But what if ... what if Uncle Alec had been the one to save her at the lake and he was the one who kissed her and he was the one who she fell in love with and it wasn't you even though you were meant to be with her."

The words rushed out of Cleo's lips like a broken dam gate. Her eyes stung from the tears she refused to cry as her throat tightened. She bit down on her bottom lip as the stretch of silence in the room grew heavy.

"Actually," Cleo shook her head. "Never mind I asked that. It was a dumb question."

"Cleo," Owen looked for the right words. "When two people are meant to be together, it will always work out."

"No, it won't," Cleo said stubbornly.

"The moon goddess does not leave everything up to chance," Owen laughed. "There's a road map...a plan for everything."

"I don't know about that," Cleo muttered.

"Why are you asking me these questio-"

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Cleo stilled as she recognized the agonizing scent of her mate. The door opened and Sebastian stood in the doorway with a bag.

"Sorry for the intrusion," he said, playfully. "Just need to drop off our bags. Mrs. Radacovick Pip and I would be sharing the room."

A burning ball of scolding lava bubbled inside of Cleo. Her eyes narrowed and her lips twitched.

"No worries," Owen invited the young man inside as he rose from the bed. "Settle in. You must be tired from your flight. Cleo, why don't you help Sebastian unpa-"

"Piper can do it," Cleo said, jumping off the bed and glaring at the men. "And tell her to leave my stuff alone. If I find anything out of place tomorrow she will have hell to pay for."