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Chapter 9

May 7, 1916- Present

"Mama!"

"Its all my fault! I killed her!"

I killed her…I couldn't save her either.

"Mama…." My voice echoed….

My eyes slowly fluttered opened. A dream. Eve cut it out will you. My brain told me. Getting up I saw my boyfriend still sleeping. Its been three years. A lot has happened in those three years. A lot of change went on in those three years as well. Looking at myself in the mirror that sat on my dresser I saw a younger version of my mother staring back. My mother must have had a lot of boyfriends with the looks of hers. My dad showed me a picture of her when she was around sixteen, he said we looked exactly alike. Although I don't see it. She looked more radiant. More mature. And… she didn't kill her mother. I widened my eyes for a moment then slapped the mirror down. "Shut up…" I murmured before trotting off to the bathroom.

You killed her…. a voice told me as I stood there in a towel, staring at my reflection. She was only twenty nine! She hardly had a chance to live. You killed her you murderer! I closed my eyes, trying to shut out that voice. The voice who haunts me on this day of every year. "Eve?" I heard a knock on the door. Opening it I saw Claire holding her two year old boy. She had a bright smile on her face. Just like always. She's never changed over the years, and im glad for that. Her body sure has changed, Shane must be enjoying that. I shook that image out of my mind before pasting on a smile. "Are you done with your shower? Daniel needs a bath."

"No bath!" He odored. Pumping his little fists in the air. I chuckled. Laying a hand on her boy then on her head. "Go ahead. Im done."

Before she closed the door she called out to me. Turning I saw her worried. "Today…do you want to hang out?" She asked.

I gave her a wry smile. "Thanks but I have work."

She stared at me, hard and long as if she could see right through me. But she said nothing. I sighed. Coming into my room I saw Michael sitting up, looking at me with a dreamy look in his eyes. "Well there she is. My beauty." It didn't take long for him to come at my side, although he could of put on some pants. Covering my eyes I felt heat coming upon my cheeks. "Michael get on some pants."

I felt his fingers slip between the towel and my skin. With a drop I soon felt the cold air covering my body. Removing my hands to hug myself I gazed up at him. "M-Michael!? What has gotten into you-" My words vanished as his lips pressed against my neck. His hands were all over me. You can have fun with your lover but your mother is dead! Its all your fault! The voice shouted. I closed my eyes before pushing Michael off. He frowned at me. "Not now okay…." I covered myself back up, turning around towards the closet I started for it but I felt big arms spin me around to face Michael. I stared up at him. "Please don't Michael…."

"I wont. Im sorry for my vulgar behavior. I shouldn't have acted like that." He smiled a light hearted one. "I should know better." His lips met mine as his arms wrapped around my waist. He lightly kissed my neck before drawing back. "You were just….irresistible.. I couldn't help myself."

I gave him a smile. Michael always knew how to make me feel better. Even in those moments where that voice comes to play he somehow makes it go away. Only for a moment. I laid my hand on his cheek. "Im sorry Michael, I don't mean to be distant. I don't. its just-" His finger silenced my words. He gave me a kind smile that warmed my heart. "Don't be sorry Eve. I know what day it is. I know what your going through." His forehead laid against mine. "Why don't we go see her together. All of us."

I blushed. "We have work though."

"After. How about tonight."

"But you guys cant see her like I can."

"But we can be there for you. Eve don't you think its time for her rest. She's been with you since-" This time I silenced him. Tears swelled within me, along with the pain I've held since today of four years ago. "Don't say it….Michael please…."

He gently took a hold of my hand that had silenced him and kissed it. He looked into my eyes. "I wont. Its your choice. Just know she'll be with you no matter if you can see her or not." He gave me one last kiss before leaving me. I watched the closed door for a moment then turned to see my mother standing at the closet. She gave me a small smile. Mother… I closed my eyes, in hopes the voice would stay away. It did. I opened them back up to see she was gone. I set my jaw as tears escaped me. How can I let you go again….when I already did it once. Its not fair. I can help so many other ghosts but when it comes to you mom….I cant do a damn thing.

I held my face as I crouched down. Letting tears escape me. Im sorry mama for being so damn weak….

Four years. Four years since that horrid day. I remember it so well.

May 7 1912- Past

I was on my way to Eve's when I saw the blazing house on fire. My first thought was Eve could be in there. I didn't think. I didn't hesitate. I ran right in to see Eve trying to get the door to open. Behind it I heard a woman screaming. Tears streamed Eve's face as she tried for the knob. "Mama!" She screamed. I covered my mouth as I rushed right to her. I grabbed a hold of Eve's waist and pulled her out, letting her scream "Let go! Let go of me!. Her crying broke my heart in two but I knew I had to get her out. Eve noticed it was me when we hit the ground. I grabbed her before she could run back in. "Let go of me! Let go Michael!" She cried, she kicked me, hit me, and even punched me but I wasn't going to budge, before I could go back in to save her mother I saw Eve's house collapse, and heard Eve's horrible scream. "Mama!"

I held her close, covering her so she wouldn't have to see the sight. Firemen finally got here, once the fire was under control I felt Eve's body stop moving. Uncovering her I saw her eyes looking dead. "Eve…." I voiced.

Her breaths were faint as she stared at the destroyed house. Her face was white as a ghosts. "No…" Her voice choked. "No!" She tried to get up, to run for the ruble but I kept a hold of her. "Let go! I have to save her!" She yelled at me before smacking me right in my face. I covered my cheek, staring at her. Her eyes stared at me with pain. "Michael….Im…" Tears formed when she covered her mouth. "Im so sorry…." She sobbed. I simply laid my hand upon hers and hugged her close. Letting her cry on my shoulder was the only thing I could do as I watched the paramedics get Eve's mother's burned body on the stretcher. One paramedic took a good look at her before shaking his head. His lips formed the word. Dead. I hugged Eve closer. Hoping I could sheild her from what I saw. Her mother's corpse, burned. She didn't even look recognizable. Eve shouldn't see this….. She should never witness this. I told myself. Holding Eve's head on my shoulder. "Its okay Eve…Your okay." I said in a hush whisper.

"No its not…..Michael…." She cried.

Nearby we both heard a fireman tell another that the fire was caused by a turned on stove. I knew Eve heard that by how her body stopped shaking. Her body just stopped. "Eve?" I held her at arms length. "Eve?"

"I….I killed her."

"No you didn't Eve…"

"I did so….I left the stove on. I went food shopping. I killed her!" She said as she held her face. "Its all my fault. Its all my fault!" She repeatedly said in sobs. I felt pain inside me, seeing my best friend cry. I wanted to cry as well but I had to be strong for Eve. It just feels like I have to. So I just hugged her again, trying to tell her that it wasn't her fault…..

May 7 1916- Present

Even after all these years of telling her it wasn't her fault she still blames herself. These past years on this day Eve becomes very distant. To everyone. She cant help that I know. Sometimes I wish she would just cry in front of us. Though I know that would never happen since She's never been keen on showing her emotions to anyone. Except for me but even with me its hard for her. She apologizes every time she starts to cry in front of me which I must wonder why she does that. I guess I'll find out later on in the future. Staring over towards my girlfriend who's staring at her breakfast I take a hold of her hand, her dazed eyes shot up for a moment then realized we were all looking at her. A blush crept on her face. She looked over to me. "Yes?"

I smiled at her. "So what are you plans for today?"

She stared at me for a while then scanned over towards Shane, Claire and their two year old son. Daniel. Daniel sort of looks like his mother Claire, though he has the personality of his father. My best friend Shane. Shane had his small son in his lap, letting Daniel eat some of his mother's bacon which Claire didn't like so much but she just kept her eyes on her best friend, as did Shane. Eve gave us a small smile. " Probably work. My boss wants me to come in today."

"Isnt it your day off." Shane said, laying his chin on his son's head. Claire stared at Eve with brooding eyes. "I mean it's the anniversary of your moms-" Claire elbowed Shane in the arm to shut him up, he gave her a glowering look as she glared at him. Eve waved her hand at them with a small smile. "Its okay Claire. We can talk about it. Its not like it's a secret or anything."

"Yes but-" Claire started but was stopped by Eve's doleful face. Eve's eyes narrowed at her. "Its been four years now. I need to get over it sometime soon. My mother's dead. Has been dead for all this time. I need to accept that and move on."

"Eve…" Claire frowned. Eve gave us a big smile before taking a bit of eggs. "This is great! Claire you have been doing great with this cooking thing you know." She took another bite. And another. I knew Eve was eating away her pain. The pain she buried deep inside. The pain she hid away from all of us.

It was near twilight when I arrived home, back from work. Tired as hell. Being an assistant to the king can be a real pain. Though im glad its my grandpa who's king now then that horrid man I used to call father that ruled three years ago. My mother grew ill sometime ago but has gotten better since Amelie, my grandmother gave her some treatment. My mother and I are still strangers. She still hates me though I feel like she's warmed up to me over the two years. Two years ago my mother told me something that really didn't surprise me all to much. The man who ruled and wanted me to be king wasn't really my father, he was my step dad. I sort of guessed he wasn't my real father when he himself told me when I was around nine. Whats funny is he thought he was hurting me when saying that but honestly since he told me that I had hope that one day my father would come back to rescue me. Though seeing im now twenty I got the feeling that he wouldn't return, which is alright with me. All I need is my friends, my grandparents and my girl. "Hey Michael. How was your day?" Claire asked when we bumped into one another while we were going in opposite directions. She was entering the kitchen and I was entering the living room.

"Great." I smiled.

"How's your umm…step dad?" She asked. Unsure of what to call him now. I gave her a smile. Stashed my hands in my pockets.

"He's still sick as ever.""Im sorry-"

"Don't be. Im glad to have my grandad as king."

She gave me a small smile. "Hey where's Daniel?" I asked.

"He's somewhere around here." She looked around. "He's hiding from his bath. Probably upstairs playing with Shane."

"Shane's back?"

"Just got in an hour before you did. He had no luck finding a house but we are trying."

"No rush Claire. Honestly I don't want you guys to leave. Eve and I wont be having children anytime soon so really there's lots of room for you and your family."

Claire blushed. "I know. Its just I feel like a burden."

I laid a hand on her head. Leaned close to her face. "Don't you ever feel that way. You've been more like a little sister to me then a best friend. And same with Shane. He's been more of a brother then a best friend. Face it. We're all family." I smiled big for her then kissed her head.

Claire gave me a soft smile. "If you say so Michael." She giggled before walking off. I gazed around the living room then followed after her. "Speaking of family….where's my girlfriend?"

Claire got out a stew pot then sat it on the counter before turning towards me. "She said she wasn't feeling to well. She's probably upstairs."

I nodded. Once up the stairs I passed Daniel's bedroom to see Shane knocked out on Daniel's bed, Daniel laying on top of Shane. Them both sound asleep. Smiling at the image of one day I could be like that. Reading to my child, then falling asleep with them. I chuckled at that. "With Eve that will be quite a while." I murmured. I gave them one last look before going into my room. Eve's and mine. Seeing my lovely girlfriend laying in our bed I felt my smile go bigger. Sitting on the edge of the bed I stared at her. Her face looked pale. Her hair was damp and sticking to her face. "It's my fault…." She breathed. She stirred a bit before I saw her face was in pain. "Mother…" She huffed. Her breathing were coming in pants. I grabbed her hand when she waved it over in my direction. When our hands touched her eyes opened. She blinked for a good bit, turning to see me she sighed in relief. "Michael."

I smiled. "I heard you weren't feeling good."

She sat up in a slow fashion. Her eyes gazed onto me. "I was just tired."

"Didn't get much of sleep I see."

She shook her head. I sighed with a frown. "About what I said this morning…."

"I tried….I went to the grave today…..before I came home. I said my peace but she didn't go. She didn't move. I cant get her to rest in peace." Eve said.

I hugged her hand. "Maybe she's worried. Maybe she sees that you blame yourself for what happened and she just doesn't want to leave you in that way."

Eve stared at me for a while then at her lap. "I cant help it. I…It was my fault…."

I crawled over to her before capturing in my arms. "She doesn't see it like that."

She stared up at me. "How would you know?" She asked in a irritated voice. "You don't understand! Michael you don't see her all the time. You don't-you weren't-" Her face set tight as unwanted tears formed. I frowned. I let her go to only lay my hand on her head. "I may not totally understand Eve. I may not see her constantly like you do. But I do know her. Your mother was like a mother to me as well. She took me in when I had to get away from my family. She gave me words of wisdom….and you know….she wasn't the type of woman to blame anything on anyone. You should know her better then anyone."

"I do know Mike. Its just I blame myself. Im the type of woman to blame things on me-"

"I know. And that needs to stop. Four years Eve. Four. You've suffered enough. Stop hurting yourself more."

She gazed up at me with a frown. I took her hand in mine. "She needs to know that your okay. She needs closure. You need closure. Look lets go to her grave….there im sure we can get this resolved."

"I-I don't know…."

"It wont hurt to just try love. Come on. Im sure your mother wanted you to live your life in peace. Not suffer."

Eve looked at me for a long while before nodding. "I-I'll try…."

"That's my girl."

Staring at her grave I frowned. Memories swarmed my mind again and again. The fire. The funeral. My drunken dad. Its all coming back. I kneeled down in front of her grave. Tracing her name I felt pain for a few bit but sucked it up.

Here lies Jenna Rosser

A beloved wife and mother

1883-1912

We will remember you well…

You will be well missed….

I felt Michael at my side. He kneeled down next to me, his legs were cross legged. He had a white dress shirt on, along with a button up vest. He had on black slacks and nice dress shoes. He thought it'd be appropriate to dress for our goodbye. I even had on a black dress with black flats on. My black hair braided in back.

"Hey there Mom." Michael started. "A lot's been happening since you left. So much. You know Eve and I are going to marry soon? We think we should marry on the day we met." Michael gave out a soft laugh. "I remember you teasing us…..funny. Now that we're together you cant tease us anymore."

I looked over at Michael to see he too was in pain. Your mother was like a mother to me as well….. Michael's voice rung in my head. I frowned. Michael must be dealing with her loss as well. He did see a lot more than I did. I mean he saw her corpse. That must have been scarring on his part. I got closer to him. Laying my head on his shoulder I hugged his arm. Michael gave me a smile. "You weren't just Eve's mom you know….you were mine to. You were more of a mother then my own. Since you taken care of me, I want to take care of your daughter. I want to you to see how well you brought us up. Your daughter Eve has grown into a fine woman. She's more than a woman to me….she's like my other half…." Michael's voice croaked. His hand covered his eyes. He gave me a laugh. "Im not helping you out the way I should Eve….Maybe its your turn." He inched out of my grasp before trotting off to the side a bit. I sucked in then let out. I looked over at her grave to see her sitting in front of me.

"Mom…."

"Don't say it my dear…." My mother started. "I heard Michael." Her eyes shifted over towards my boyfriend. She smiled. "He's grown."

"He sure has." I laughed a hollow one. "Mom….Im….im sorry…."

She looked over at me. "For what dear."

"For….for being weak…..for not saving you….for killing you…." My body shook as I choked the last bit out. Tears fell from my cheeks as I gazed at her. "I didn't mean to leave that stupid stove on…I-I was only gone for five minutes…I didn't know-"

"Eve…" I felt her hand brush against my cheek which surprised me since I could never feel her before. "My daughter…don't sob for me. Don't blame yourself. That fire wouldn't have caused my death. I was already dying….."

"What?"

"You see….my body was in great pain. So great I had to scream. I didn't even know the house was on fire…all I heard was you calling my name. smoke filling the air. Then I saw light. I went to it. And I then became a ghost."

"But…Michael saw you burned alive…..saw the house collapse on you-"

"I was already gone…My spirit had left my body. You weren't the one who ended my life. Nobody was to blame. I just real sick. I wasn't strong enough to fight it…and so I died."

I widened my eyes with shock. "I-I didn't kill you?"

My mother smiled. "Silly girl."

"So if why don't leave if you know I didn't?"

My mother cocked her head to the side then stroked my bangs to the side. "So I could see my child. So I could my soon to be son in law. So I could see my grand kids. You think I wanna be up there?"

"Yes. You need to rest in peace mom-"

"Girl don't be telling what I need. Though I tell you what you need, a good kick in your butt. How dare you blame yourself, thinking you killed your mother."

I stared at her. She gave me a smile. "I will go when I choose to."

"Mom…."

"Now do me a favor. Stop with this crying. Stop with this blaming. Just stop. I want you to start living everyday. Start living the life I gave you." My mother gave me a smile. "Now the next time I check on you….I will kick your ass if I see you crying. Moping. Or blaming yourself for my death. You hear?"

I gave her a nervous smile. "Y-yes ma'am."

She winked. "That's my girl." She laughed as she vanished. I felt Michael's hand on my shoulder. Looking at him I saw him smiling. "Let go. Our family is waiting for us."

I let him help me to my feet. Gave my mom's grave a look back with a smile. "Yeah…Lets…."

Meanwhile

"That daughter of yours must be stupid…..she saw right through these projections." Evan chuckled. I glared up at him. "She even saw right through that fake mother we replaced you with." He added.

"Sooner or later your lies will bite you in the ass. My husband already found out your plan…..You wont get away with this!" I yelled at him. Evan smiled at me before rushing to me. His big hand went around my neck. I glared at him. "She'll find out…."

"Yes. She will but she wont find out for sometime soon. She still thinks your dead. She believes it to. When in reality….you've been chained up here."

I glowered at him. "Now Jenna don't look at me in that way. You see im only doing this to show Amelie and Samuel who really should rule."

I felt his hand let go, turning my head I bit my lip. Looking over at him I grimaced. "What does kidnapping an innocent mother, and lying to her daughter has to do with ruling?"

"You see little one….you are two are my pawns in this little game. Have Sam hand over the kingdom to me….or I'll kill you and that oblivious daughter of yours."

"Do as you please to me. But touch my daughter I'll kill you!" I yelled. I tried to struggle but the cuffs on my hands and legs kept me at bay. "I'll enjoy killing you too! Evan!"

Evan gave me a smirk. "Im sure you never told her."

"She never needed to know. Her father is the man I married. Not you."

"Awe come cant I see my precious daughter one last time…before killing her?"

"Don't go near her!" I ordered.

"Oh hush you irritating woman. Like I have any intentions on becoming a daddy. Especially to a human who really doesn't know her mother that well."

I said nothing. Evan leaned both his hands on each side of me. "Though that man was foolish to marry a thing like you. I mean you were pregnant when he met you….."

"Well I had no choice in my pregnancy. I was raped. Don't you know? Or did you forget that part?" I retorted. He snarled. His hands raised. I closed my eyes, preparing for the worse. When it didn't come I saw Darren holding Evan's hand at bay.

"We must not hurt her."

Evan glared at him then at me. He cupped my hand, tightly making me yelp. Our eyes gazing at one another. "I sure can hurt you…..anytime-"

"The king said we cant hurt her-"

"No he said we may. We just cant kill her!" Evan yelled, shoving Darren aside. Before Evan got a chance to hurt me we all saw the former king and queen enter. I snarled at Michael's sorry excuse for parents. "Evan tame yourself." Michael's father ordered as he came over to me. "The woman can be killed after I get my thrown back."

"You shall never get it back. Sam. Amelie. Michael….they wont let you!" I said. I felt a slap to my face. Glaring up at Michael's cold mother I kept calm. "You be silenced wench. Or I will kill that daughter of yours."

I bite my lip. Michael's dad chuckled. "My son the fool when it comes to love."

"Yes. Our son the disappointment. He didn't even notice you faking your illness."

"I know. What a stupid one."

"Now he thinks his real daddy is coming back…." Michael's mother chuckled.

"Highly doubt that." Evan said.

Darren rolled his eyes before trotting away. I glared at all of them. "I cant wait when he come's back…..he'll kill you. Kill all of you. And when my daughter finds out her mother is still alive….she'll kill you as well." I laughed. "I'll wait to see that day!" I yelled before Evan gave me a punch to the tummy, so hard that it knocked me out.

Claire….Help me…

Back at the Glass house

I rose right up, panting from that vivid dream of mine. I held my chest. Was that really her….

"Claire?" I heard a voice call my name. looking over I saw my husband staring at me. His eyes filled with such concern. "Did you have another one of those dreams?"

I looked at him. I nodded. "It was her mother…Jenna…she was in a cell. Chained up to the wall. Her body….had markings on it." I shivered. "She looked in pain."

"It was a dream." Shane said, he gazed at the clock. "Still have some time to sleep….lets go…." He started to lay back but I only got up. "Claire…go back to sleep."

"I cant…I-I just cant okay." I said. Leaving him to downstairs. I plopped down on the couch, looking at a picture that sat on the coffee table. It was Jenna, holding six year old Eve. I kept my eyes on it as I thought back on my dream. Michael's parents, Evan guy, a Darren? Eve's mother. I covered my face. That dream….that dream was so real….

Claire…. I heard a voice. Claire…. there it was again. I uncovered my face, I got up, and walked out of the house. The voice it was….Claire….help me…. Jenna. I widened my eyes when I saw a white figure in front of me. I gasped. Only Eve could see these. I don't understand. "Don't be afraid." The figure said. She stared at me. "Claire….help me."

"What…who….?" I mumbled.

"I cant talk much. But I will say this. Jenna. Im her. Eve…she's in trouble….help!" The figure gasped. I inched towards her. "There isn't time to explain. Castle. Dungeon. Hurry….." The figure quickly vanished from my eyes. I stood there in pitch black, staring at the spot where the figure once stood.

Jenna…..Castle….dungeon….I snapped the pieces slowly together. I gasped. "Jenna is trapped…in the dungeon!" I yelled. I went back inside, got to Eve's door then stopped. "What if…she doesn't believe me….for four years her mother's been known as dead….." I bit my lip. "I have to." I swung the door open, waking Michael and Eve up in the process.

"The hell?" Eve grumbled, turning on the bedside lamp.

"We need to talk. Now." I voiced. They gazed back with concern.

I need to tell her…..Eve's mother is alive…..

Alrighty. I wanted Eve's mother to be here for some reason. Haha. Anyways I thought this would make a good twist on things! Anyways I hope you enjoyed!

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