“I will not let you love anyone else but me! You said even in death you still love me so I am coming to take you where I am now so we would be together forever!” I’d scream and then trip off the stair fall and hit the same spot on my head and bleed and end up in the hospital.

Well that is for later in my sad and intriguing life no reason to rush into a rather harsh experience; the hotter side of the coal for me. These coming days had a mystery and misery to unveil for me my family and soon everyone that knew about my accident; even some of my school mates.

And Just so you know I had that same dream in the night again only that May Smiled at me in a very evil and spiteful way which made run home instead of walking. It kept on going worse and worse with May trying to hurt me and me barely escaping and running for my dear life. It starts that my happy beginning was being poisoned almost on a daily bases and I who never believed in God Ghosts or spirit talk more of angry one’s will soon be the one urging people to believe and beware of what the spiritual world: the world behind the world has in stock for us.

What a turn, what a change, what a way to lose one’s love.

I still regret ever going out that night to that party with my friends and May. Or who I thought was May.

I was yet to know what I put myself into or what love pushed me into or at least what future we had together and what secrets were to unfold before my eyes.

I was never prepared for any of this but it happened and is still happening. We are always told to prepare and believe that life holds a great future for us and we do but the way they say makes it sound like an easy thing to do. Life could be really hard sometimes or most times. I wish I knew how to be harder earlier than now.

*****

The doctor later came and discharged me home that day with loads of medications which I hate so much. I hate drugs and all the more injection. Those little piercers I call them because that’s all they do; pierce you!

My Mum drove me home; all my neighbors came along side with Aunt Sharon and Uncle Tom. I got to say there’s so much love in Mildstone; people care so much.

She made brownies and bacons for me to eat and take some other drugs as prescribed by the Doctor.

Everyone bade me and each other goodbye to meet the following day as they all promised to check on me to see how I was or at least what I thought they would come to do then.

Uncle Tom drove down to the inn streets away from our house. He preferred that more to sleeping in dad’s room. “I don’t want to catch his disease” He’d nod his and look away and say to mum bluntly and all out. He is a rather straight to the point and out in the open kind of person and that’s okay by me and more not okay by lots of other world people who don’t like to be told the truth of the case to their face so I like him but don’t show it because he can also get so full of himself sometimes “Can’t stop the ego of men from getting in the way and taking credit for what he did and well deserved credit by the way” with rolled slightly squinted eyes he would applaud himself. He is complicated and hard hearted which implies that he is still single. There has never been a lady who could put up with his ego; actually I think it is just my mum and no one else.

Aunt Sharon went to the room always designated for her whenever she come around which is just twice by the way as far as I remember now and as I pointed earlier when dad pushed down the stairs.

She is still single without any kids all alone in this rather cruel world we live in. although very successful she usually gets lonely; you could tell by the way she cuddles herself sometimes in her room and when other couples cuddles in her presence. She misses being cuddled and touched if I can put it this way.

According to history as mum told me she had a boyfriend who progressed into being her fiancé. They were getting married that week until she caught him cheating in his father’s warehouse with her best friend and since then she has refused to involve in any relationship even after ’s sermon about having a better chance and finding the right and destined one for her. She’d always tell mum that there is no destined one and that she would soon find out soon that dad was like every other man there is out there. “They’d just use you and dump you and destroy you and break your heart and wreck your world” Mum told me she always says whenever she doesn’t want to listen to whatever she had to say anymore. For a fact my dad proved Aunt Sharon right. That’s a story for another day;

What I saw later that night that freaked me out and marked the start of more breathe taking and life changing freak outs for me.

After I took the drugs and refused the injection which was later given to me when I fell asleep on the couch by mums; The sedatives from the hospital was still in my blood otherwise I would’ve felt the injections and it would’ve been war. I was taken upstairs to my room where truths yet to be unveiled in a rather unacceptable way awaited me.

In my sleep I had the same dream I had three days before from statistics given that I spent two days at the hospital not knowing completely what happened at that moment although.

I still found myself on the ground drenched in mud and sticky sweat but something felt different; where was May? She was supposed to be here right in front of me and she is not here. Something is wrong.

I stood up and turned right and then left trying to find May “Where are you” I quietly then I got a tap on the back and turned to see who it was that touched me; to my surprise it was May. I was perplexed; I turned my back which was my front and where she was supposed to be or appear or something instead she is here from behind. She is a stranger at this point of our lives but she tapped me in a very familiar way like she has attained a level of closeness or has known me to an extent that she can even tap me on the back and shockingly that was how May taps my back anytime she comes to see me and I am upset she would tap me and say “Liam, forget about what upsets you and look into my eyes. I’m here now I’ll take care of you, okay!”

She saw the confusion in my face and asked “What is wrong? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?” Her left hand was on my shoulder which shocks me still. This ‘first time we met May’ is different from the normal one. She was poised and composed and defiant and dareful and adventurous; this person here is the one I saw as the new girl in my school a week later that month at the library.

The second time we met at school in the library she was looking for Shakespeare books under literature. Walking up to her I arranged and doubled checked my dress for whatever might have fallen out of place on my swag. I made sure my collar was flying perfectly behind my neck and wiped my shirt as if wiping dust off my shiny leather jacket and my tinted blue rubber jean.

The wiping sounds I made from slightly brushing my hand on my jacket and jean made her turn and blew my surprise; actually I was the one surprised and freaked out. Would she tell everyone about what happened the other night? If she does I am doomed so I was bent on buying her over to side of the stock.

May turned back to her books and teased “Checking for mud?” She asked with a giggle that lasted a notable moment.

That was the best tease in months but I couldn’t discern whether to ponder on the tease or the fact that she giggled at me just. Mrs. Never give up just giggled at me. I was freaked out or still freaking out but didn’t show it; I might seem too cheap or naïve.

I looked at myself from down my pants up until my jacket sleeves as if I was really checking to see or making sure I had nothing on me “Nope! Got rid of that before the morning saw the mess” I said looking straight in her eyes trying to put on a pale face without any form of expression making sure not to put on a countenance that shows I am still freaking put. She was wearing a purple mini gown which was perfectly fitted to her perfect skin and shape. She packed her hair through to the left side her neck. I could see the right side of her neck to the start of her back line. I could also see the blonde hairs she had on her back which I confess are smoking hot and very attractive. I know I am not a body guy but damn she is hot and very pretty and obviously smart. It might be that my eyes were deceiving my brains but that was cool because she sure looked like she is smart. I was checking her out already and that is the first step in falling for a girl as the experts would say. Little did I know that I was falling for already; my ego didn’t let me realize in time that she had me on her hook already. I couldn’t be on anyone’s hook; at least so I thought. Fate had a different tale for me.

“Wow nice work” her eyes trailed down my outfit which made my ego a little inflated and I was fool of myself at that moment, but I was soon going to snap out of it. “I never thought you could look like this. Nice jacket by the way”.

I wasn’t used to compliments from people in general except my mum which is very understandable to be a mum encouragement; now I was getting from a girl I was ignorantly attracted to.

“Thanks…” My voice trailed off. I had nothing to say anymore. I wanted to and felt like I should but nothing was coming. It was just reeling nuts in my head. I didn’t understand what was happening to me because it was my first time of feeling this way.

Since my dad disappeared I always felt like I needed to be strong and protect mum from any harm so I became stern to show outward strength and always attacked first to destabilize my opponents as I termed almost everyone except my conquered who now hide under the shadow of my wings to hide their defeat and shy away from the shame of being trashed. That is the little story behind my bitch talking. It was the only way I stopped feeling bad and angry about my dad leaving us like that. So this was all new. She was breaking down all my walls without even trying to.

She raised her shoulders “You’re thanking me? What happened to you was someone else I met and conquered or what the hell happened to you? Or are you still feeling the heat from my fire?” She asked looking at me straight in the eye looking for signs of weakness but I was a professional.

I smirked and return the favor. “Not really just enjoying the wave of mercy. I am so compassionate these days but enjoy it while it lasts because I will be turning the jaw of the lion to the door and there will be no crossing at all” with satisfaction in my bosom I rebounded.

“There he goes little arrogant prince charming showing himself out in the open with his cloak of unprecedented stupidity in the glory of his victory worn by his own defeat” She dropped her books, clapped her hand and placed them on her waist ready for a fight but this was the library and we were getting louder and starting to draw attention and o wouldn’t want my followers to see me here in the library talking to a stranger who seemed to be a perfect match. Everyone’s would want a match to see the better one. What if I lost? Well I have never lost and the odds are high besides I wasn’t even in the mood for any of that now.

“Hmm prince charming I am and thanks for noticing too but what are you doing here?” I asked out of curiosity.

“What do you mean what am I doing here? I school here” She sarcastically looks at me.

“I have not been seeing you around so you must be new” I surmised

“Got that one right dummy! I just stared and today is my first day in school; don’t press spoil! Can we forget about our absurd first meeting? I don’t want it getting out in the open. That’ll be bad for me” she suggested and I was totally in for it. Finally I was saved and the universe was balanced. I was looking for a way to propose keeping that between us without making me looking pathetic and vulnerable; but there she was doing the dirty work.

“Okay. That is a good idea if you don’t tell too, deal?” I stretched out my hands expecting an affirming hand shake to seal the deal.

“Deal” she replied. Her hands were awfully warm, very soft and tender. I am probably exaggerating but it felt softer than a newborn’s.

“See you around sometime, maybe for a rematch?” I asked hoping to get a yes or yearning for it I should say.

“A date it is prince charming. A date it is” she stretched her hand for a confirmation handshake too. She just finds a way to retaliate for everything. “Or are you not in? One good turn deserves another, right?” She asked in the mist of contemplation of whether or not to say yes or no. Why I suddenly wanted to hang out with her I didn’t know but I was glad I was.

I raised an eye brow at her “Why are you calling it a date?” I asked hoping to get an answer to settle the storm in my head.

“Well you technically just asked me out and I accepted so why not call it a date?” She asked folding her hands over her chest well to be precise her cleavage which was the majority of her chest area. Besides it is the same for every female except hers is a little more pronounced than what I am used to seeing around here. Warning! I am not being a pervert my eyes just seem to find a way to places on their own.

“I don’t know about that but I sure want to hang out with you and maybe get to know you better. A prince deserves to know his subjects and that is normal” I tried to meddle with the words but that didn’t work so it came out just as raw as it was coming into my head. For a fact I didn’t know how I said those words and believe me I am a professional with manipulating words but there’s something about talking to May that throws me off balance.

“Wow! Amongst all his royal highness’s subjects I am favored. I feel important therefore a date it is and maybe the rematch thing can happen too because I want to officially trash you and beat your unbeaten record of bitch talking and disguised bullying” She had to say bully right didn’t she? Somehow this didn’t upset me and I went with the flow.

“So you will be stalking or spying which one is it?” I asked not being sure if the way I put the question was okay. I hoped I wasn’t being too outrageous or to introvert.

“What? Why would I stalk or spy on you?” she asked with a gesture that made it seem like I had nothing anyone someone would admire or want for themselves-(I mean this in the innocent way so think what you want to)-

I took advantage and went for guilt tripping her, a little though which seemed like fun at the moment and I did guilt tripping for a living sort of “Wow! I am that worthless and shabby and boring and everything not awesome? What I’m I doing here trying to be friends? I never even do that” I pulled off the ‘annoyed cute guy walking out’ trick on her and guess what: it always works.

“No I don’t mean it that way!” she held my hand and drew me back; my ego was inflated again; awesome! This meant she wanted me around her and wanted to be friends too. “You are…” Her voice trailed off as she looked away and I could see her cheek turn a little reddish or pink on her pale skin.

This was getting more interesting of a talk for me. “I am what?” I pressed in almost immediately she was trailing off as if trying to rekindle her quenching fire or so. “I didn’t get that part out”

“Look! I got to go okay see you around” she packed up her books and turned right to the library entrance which was the only other inlet and outlet in the school for security purposes they say but to me that was and still is lame of an architecture which helps bust students out to security men in the library. There’s always one by the door, so it is hard to get away with things done in here.

“Wow just like that?” I asked not sure if she heard me at all. She had long fit looking legs which is an added advantage for speed; she was almost as tall as I am and she definitely works out too. She just snapped out and went off. The good thing was that I didn’t say anything wrong so I was good to go.