Story is inspired by SM,now a short opening to where our renesme and caroline to Elizabeth for assisting **
Everlasting bond
Chapter 1
"Caroline Cullen, I told you as long as you live under this roof you will not go anywhere near the town or the streets! We did not move to this farm so you can travel the roads as you wished! I have told you millions of times there's nothing out there but danger. Please listen to me! I don't have any time left to continue with this argument."
My mother was standing in front of the door, begging me -in some threatening way- to listen to each word she had to say. I just stood there, knowing I was fighting an endless battle.
"Please, Mother, I promise you, I will not touch anyone. I won't even speak to anyone! I just need to see where the roads lead to. I beg you, Momma. I have never broken your rules. I need to be out there and see the world!"
"Caroline, you know I love you, please trust me. It's not safe for you to go out there!" She reached out to touch my cheek, but just as she was about to touch me I could see the tears in her eyes – the same tears I have seen for the last twenty-one years. Her chocolate brown eyes resembled the pain I was causing her, just by being whatever it was I am.
"Mother, I am sorry, I never meant to make you cry. Please don't cry. I love you." My mother had not always been this way. Since my father died in the War, she never spoke about it. She had lost a part of her soul. He was our protector and so she had lost him and her family.
I can only remember granny, Isabella. I was told hundreds of times about my grandparents' story. In honour of my grandfather, my surname was changed when he passed away. My father agreed to this, as he explained to me that my grandfather was his best friend and my grandmother was his life. It was a close bond I never had the privilege to share, for when I was born, there was a War in which most of my family was lost.
My mother and myself were only saved because my Aunt Alice told us where we would be safe…she was also lost in this war my mother never spoke about. All I knew was that it wasn't safe for us –that there were people who were searching for us.
I've heard my mother cry many nights, screaming and shouting for my father. She called him "my Jacob", my poppa was the strongest biggest man in the world. He loved us more than anything.
He told me in his letter how he would always be with me in my heart and soul. And I knew he was in me; I could feel him. He was the only person I could love and hug, I missed him always…I missed my father and I wished he could be here for my mom.
"You remind me so much of your father, Caroline." For as long as I could remember, this was how hundreds of our evenings started.
"I sure am glad, because someone has to be the best at everything they do in this world." My mother just smiled and asked me to finish my food.
My mother was a very wealthy woman, as she had gained all of my family's riches when we lost them. However, we never went anywhere, travelled or used the money, as she explained to me how important it was for us to blend in.
Not that I understood why we stood out.
Because I never got to meet any people, all I knew was that I was not allowed to leave her sight and that I was not allowed to ask too many questions about my beloved family, who we used to talk about when my dad was still around.
That evening before I went to bed I took out the letter my dad left me almost ten years ago. There was so much he never explained before he left, and this letter was all I had left, since I knew a piece of my mother died each time I asked about him or my beloved family. She never spoke about it anymore…so, as many evenings before this one, I opened the letter and started reading.
My dearest daughter Caroline,
I love you so much. You mean the world to me. I'm writing you this letter, not only to tell you how much I love you, but also how much you mean to me. I promise I will always be with you, if it's not in person, then it will be in your heart.
I know your heart bleeds to be touched and loved, and you might not know it now but you will be our protector some day. I love you more than the world, and this gift is just to remind you of how you must always carry your spirit wherever you go.
Happy birthday, my angelic Caroline
Love you always,
Your father
Jacob
That day I received a bike from my father.
My mother was preaching to me over and over and I would never forget how proud my father was when I beat him across the line at the age of ten. He told me I reminded him so much of my granny, Bella.
With this warm, loving feeling, I fell asleep with my father's letter close to my heart.