Gifts - Soul Mates from The Unbelievables

Gifts - Chp 34

One simple letter from my love and I felt suddenly invincible, from her simple heartwarming letter I was reassured, my worries and fears that she was going to race off and find some other man that would claim her heart ripping it from my feeble fingers vanished before my eyes. It started with one letter of course and soon Abelard was delivering at least a letter a week, he had to act inconspicuous and we didn't receive letters daily. Mainly however I worried every day I didn't get a letter of my sweet fretting that her father had caught her out, that even Abelard had let slip and the consequences were terrifying to think of. I could mainly imagine Roberto forcing my sweet Lucille into a marriage and the thought alone was heart breaking. My worries and fears, the days I didn't receive letters every hour, every minute I worried that maybe we’d have to stop these letters and save ourselves from the risk of losing her entirely. Yet every time I held a freshly new letter handed over subtly by Abelard and I saw her elegant script and her heart warming words that were like a warm blanket on a freezing winter night. Every new letter was like seeing the light all over again and a constant reminder of what I was fighting for, who I was fighting for – my Lucille. – Jacob Iris

I could feel the both of our breaths catching, lodging in our throats as we tensed stunned into disbelief and nerves. I could feel Lucas’s arms flex around me protectively and still stiffly and I still found reassurance in that, even in this moment. I looked at Keith, searching and finding no answers in his gaze and yet just pure curiosity, I was beginning to believe Stacey when she said Keith wasn’t all that bad, and yet again I was back to questioning him again.

How did he know about my visions?

My tongue felt tied and my mouth was dry as I tried to find words, but it didn’t matter because Luc was already coming to my aid “Let’s just get some things straight,” Luc began, clearing his throat his voice even sounding stern “we don’t trust you, either of you.” He added giving Stacey a brief glance.

Keith nodded, his face not seeming put off or even angry at Luc’s honest and yet firm words, I for the briefest moment saw Stacey’s wounded expression as she glanced down toying with her fingers in front of her. I felt the briefest pang at that hurt upon her face but I honestly couldn’t deny Luc’s words, I didn’t trust them and I don’t think I could ‘till I got the answers I needed.

Keith nodded “We understand and respect that.” he murmured reassuringly “I’ve experienced such before, and maybe we clear some of the things up that make you so resistance?” he asked and surprising and relaxing the both of us even if it was the faintest, my hesitance was already simmering, he was offering to answer all our questions, a guilty or bad person wouldn’t, would they?

“Where are the adults?” I blurted out.

All eyes turned to me startled, Lucas even chuckled the faintest under his breath at my blunt questioning. I blushed sheepishly, Keith had barely even finished speaking and I was throwing a question randomly back at them.

Keith shook his head, as if shaking himself out of our thoughts “Uh,” he frowned scratching the back of his head still seeming startled by my question “do you mean my parents?” he asked confused.

I nodded earnestly “Yes, I mean there are no adults here, what gives?”

Keith chuckled “My parents have been away for the week,” I couldn’t help but gape at him “they’re visiting my sister and her partner in the city.” He shrugged.

I couldn’t help but feel stupid, sheepish even “So- so they live here, right?”

Keith nodded “God yes, knowing my mum she’d be locking me in this house way past the age of thirty.” He chuckled under his breath, shooting Stacey a smile over his shoulder.