Will sat next to his mother, watching over her carefully as she rested. The ship had taken them as he knew they would and they had taken his dad away. To do what or where, he wasn't sure. But he knew he needed to help him. He was dying. He knew it was his evil grandfather that Aunt Monica always talked about. He had seen him a few times since she was forced to work for him for a long time. He felt sad for Aunt Monica and Uncle John...and his cousin Alexis...though she always referred to her as his sister. She was always there for him. She made him feel safe when he first came to be with Aunt Monica and Uncle John. He worried about them still when he left. He wanted to protect them, but he knew he had to protect his mom and dad too. They needed his help. When he first saw his mother on the bridge, he knew that she knew who he was. She had fainted by the time he had reached them and the bright light came.
He didn't want to wake his mother. His grandfather told him she would be that way for a while. He watched over her as she slept peacefully. She was much like the mother he remembered in his dreams who always came to comfort him when he cried as a baby. Beautiful red hair, even though it had lightened considerably over the years. Porcelain skin that started to show the markings of age. But she was still beautiful.
He gently reached out and gripped her wrist. His Aunt Monica had always told him how much his mother loved him and how difficult it was for her to watch her give him away. But she always said his mother loved him so much and wanted to keep him safe. Even if she couldn't be with him. He never questioned that. He always had vivid dreams from his early memories of a newborn. He knew he was different. No other kids he knew had memories like that. He always remembered his mother being sad and it had never failed to make him depressed. Was he the reason? Aunt Monica would tell him it was because she was afraid some bad people would come to hurt him. He believed her. Aunt Monica was in a lot of the dreams too, comforting his mom. One of the times, his Uncle Jeffery had injected him with something that would keep the bad guys from finding him. Remembered his mom being afraid something bad had happened to him. Looking at her now, stress clearly evident in cause of age, he wanted to tell her that he wasn't upset with her.
He felt her move slightly under his touch. "Will," she whispered.
"It's okay, mom...I'm here."
Her eyes remained unopened and he knew she wasn't aware of his presence. She relaxed slightly though under his grip. He wanted so much for those arms to hold him and comfort him like they used to.
He tensed as he saw tears begin to fall down her cheeks. "William...our son, I gave him up...our son," she kept repeating.
His mother was having a nightmare and there was nothing her could do. "It's okay mom. It's okay," he tried, rubbing her arm.
His mother was small, like he had seen in photos. In his dreams, she was fiercely protective over him...she always made him feel safe. It wasn't until now that he realized how fragile she was. He hoped she would wake up soon.
To be continued...