Translucent tears rolled down your (s\c) cheeks as you sat in your car, staring at the sign in front of you. Shady Grove Cemeteries. Nestled in the rich green grass were gravestones of various shapes and sizes, some with different types of flowers laid on top. Today marked the one year anniversary of your mother's death, the only family you had left in this world. Wiping away the stray tears from your eyes you opened the car door and stepped out, grabbing the bouquet of white lilies as you did. A loud boom caused you to jump and look to the sky. Sure enough big grey storm clouds were overhead. You always did love thunderstorms mom, you thought as a sad smile graced your features. Eventually you stopped at a black marble headstone with your moms' name engraved on it. Kneeling down you placed the flowers gently on the grave.
"I miss you; life hasn't been the same without you." You whispered as rain drops began falling from the sky. In seconds the few drops turned into a downpour. Saying one last goodbye, you turned and stood up, sprinting to your car and hopped in. With a sigh you started the car and drove to the small two bedroom house your mom left you after she died. The drive only took twenty minutes but the rain had gotten worse, you were barely able to see the road in front of you. Parking in the driveway you counted to ten and ran as fast as you could to the front door. Walking inside, you closed and locked the door. Pressing your back against the now locked door you let a sigh escape your lips. Of course the weather had to turn shitty today of all days. You thought glumly. Kicking off your shoes you walked down the quiet hallway glancing in the mirror at the end. A streak of lightning lit up the dark house and you thought your eyes were a green-yellow instead of their regular (e\c). Rubbing your eyes you stepped closer to the mirror. Nope, still (e\c), not yellow. Weird, you thought, guess I've just had a long day. Walking into the kitchen you grabbed yourself a drink and a snack and made your way to the living room. Flopping down on the couch you pulled a warm blanket around yourself and clicked on the television, hoping the storm wasn't going to knock the power out. After surfing Netflix for a few minutes you settled on Supernatural (awesome show btw) and cuddled into the blanket. After a couple of episodes a knock sounded at the door, causing you to jump in surprise as a suspenseful part of the show played. Pausing your episode you stood up and made your way to the door. Opening it you looked around, expecting to see someone, except no-one was there. As you were turning to go back inside a small brown package caught your eye.
"What's this?" You asked yourself. Bending down and grasping the package you headed back inside. Absentmindedly you pushed the door closed and went back into the living room. On the front of the brown packaging in fancy calligraphy a simple note was written.
My Dearest (Y\N),
I know this may seem strange darling but please don't be frightened. I had this journal held by a dear friend until the time was right. This journal will tell you everything you ever wanted to know about your father. But my dear, the written word holds much more power than you may realize, and when you read it aloud the power only increases. Be careful my love and remember whenever you feel alone I'm always there with you, watching over you.
Love Always, (M\N)
Tearing up, you carefully opened the packaging. A very old looking leather bound journal now sat in your lap. You pondered on the message your mother included with the gift before shaking it off. She always said things like that to you, just a part of her quirkiness, or so you thought. If only you knew the truth… Opening the old book, the first thing you noticed was the inscription.
My sweet (m\n),
Even though I do not express it as often as you would like, know that I love you very much and I will always do what I can to keep you safe. My hopes for this journal are so that one day I will be able to see our unborn child and have you return to my arms once again.
My Eternal Love,
W.T.S
I wonder if this W.T.S is my father, you thought with a smile. Flipping through the pages you found journal entries about you from different stages of your childhood, up until the day your mother died. Weird, she said this would tell me about my father, you puzzled in your mind. There were only a few blank pages left but something was telling you to turn to the last page. Upon turning to the end, you found a strange entry in what you thought to be Latin. Something in you drove you to read the passage out loud.
"Eripe me et ostendet mihi est cor meum, ubi ego sum, qui . Qui me ad arma semper amavi exspectanti mihi me non cognoverunt . Pro salute libenter ego ambulo usque vitam destinantur (rough translation at the end of the chapter)." As the last word left your lips, pain erupted in your skull and your world turned black.
With a groan you rolled onto your side, expecting the warmth of your home, but instead you rolled straight into freezing cold water. A startled scream escaped your mouth as your eyes shot open. Thinking you were about to drown you flailed around, only to realize you were face first in a muddy puddle.
"Oh that's gross," realization hit you and you shot up into a sitting position, "where am I? How did I get here?" You asked the air, not really expecting an answer.
"That is what I would like to know as well." A stern voice sounded behind you. Standing up you whipped around and came face to face with garden sheers on a rod. Following the rod you saw the man holding it. A man of about six feet with dark brown hair and yellow green eyes was glaring down at you. On either side of him were two men, with the same eye colour. One had long, flaming red hair that reached almost to the ground and a chainsaw slung over his shoulder. He grinned at you with shark like teeth as if you were a delicious dessert he was about to devour, his gaze alone made you shrink back. On the other side of the garden sheers wielding man was another man, but this one had shaggy blonde hair and a lawnmower in front of him with a lazy smile on his handsome face.
"Well? Who are you girl? And how did you get here?" The first man asked you in a snotty tone.
"Calm down man, and please be quiet. I have a killer headache. My name is (Y\N) (L\N) and I have no idea how I got here. Last thing I remember is reading from my mothers' journal and then poof! I blacked out. Who are you?" You replied trying not to sound intimidated even though three men were standing in front of you with very large weapons. When you said your name you saw a spark of recognition in the brunettes' eyes. Slowly, he lowered his weapon and adjusted his glasses with his index and middle finger.
"My apologies ma'am, allow me to introduce us. I am William. T. Spears and this, "he gestured to the redhead, "is Grell Sutcliffe. And this, "he gestured to the blonde next, "is Ronald Knox." He opened his mouth to say something else but after hearing his name a lightbulb went off in your head.
"Wait, William. T. Spears, W.T.S. No that's not possible unless…" You trailed off and opened the journal that was still in your hands.
"Where did you get that book?" The man you came to know as William demanded, snatching the leather journal out of your hands.
"What the Hell man, you don't just go around snatching things from peoples' hands. Give it back right now." You held your hand out angrily while William scoffed at you. The redhead giggled at you as the blonde raised an eyebrow.
"This journal… You cannot be her. Where did you get this?" He repeated his question.
"My mother left it for me, why do you care?"
"Because I gave this journal to the only woman I have ever loved before she had to flee with our unborn daughter." His facial expression softened as he gazed at you, waiting for you to put the pieces together. Another lightbulb went off as the other two men looked at the both of you with shocked expressions.
"But that means…" Your voice trailed off
"I believe I am your father."
**Take me where my heart belongs and show me who I really am. Take me to the waiting arms of those who have always loved me but have never known me. I willingly give up the life I lead for the life I am destined for.
