Remembrance
A Bella Sparks short story.
I could still feel his warm arms wrapped around me protectively. His scent swarmed around me and overcame my senses. I saw the man I've grown accustomed to seeing every day. The father of my children, my husband, my Jonny. Soon though he started to fade and the swirls of doubt and hurt swarmed me. I woke up with a start a strangled scream caught in my throat. I stared at the figure of my brother next to me. He slept soundly yet I laid here sweaty and scared. Not long ago we lived with John and his sister Roxxi, Blake's and my partners. We rarely see them now though. For many reasons many lead to why Blake bought this expensive mansion for us and our friends. He was tired of John always being the one to supply for the family. Even though Blake makes a great deal of money, John insisted on supplying for me and Roxxi.
Outside I heard a howl. I sat up quickly still not used to the fact Icy and them like howling at the moon. That's werewolves for you I guess. I got up and walked over the window and opened it. The cool night air blew in my face calming me down. Off in the distance I could see the tall brick fence that kept strangers out of our mansion. We worked hard to keep the grounds perfect for everyone. The shape shifters loved it here, magic users could easily do there thing and well then the rest of us just do whatever. The land was lush and green, flowers bloomed everywhere, and the trees grew tall and healthy. Yet it wasn't complete. Not unless John was here, but he wasn't. Probably never will be either from the looks of it. Slowly I closed the window and headed downstairs and out the door. I walked down the driveway bare foot and headed towards the familiar house I sometimes visit.
After awhile I arrived in front of the looming house of Johns. All the lights were out and fog was heavy around it and me. The coldness sunk in through my nightgown causing me to shiver. I heard a sound and ducked behind a nearby tree and saw John step out of the house. He looked over to where I just stood and shook his head. Slowly I stepped back and headed home to my bed and brother. Away from the man I love with my heart and soul. He will never know of the dreams that plague me and of my midnight visits. He'll never know of the last thing my mind replays over and over.
Of all the things I remember the most important is that I loved him.
A short story of my oc Bella Sparks. She's in my world, but it's built from worlds from other books.