A Bedtime Story by L.C. Moon

Author:L.C. Moon [Moon, L.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780993865534
Publisher: Les Éditions D. A. D. inc
Published: 2014-03-31T04:00:00+00:00

Day-40

Laura was going through her room, from boredom, from a relentless feeling of anguish and a desire to belong, to know every corner of the only home she would ever have. A bedroom. She went through every drawer, every closet, pulled out all the clothes and put them back.

It was in a top drawer she found the picture. A beautiful brunette was smiling back at her, her hair curled up like they did back in the day, her hazel eyes vibrant, gleaming with mischief. Laura couldn’t stop looking at the picture, recognizing the familiar traits in them. Kayne’s mother. Who was she? What happened to her? What kind of woman gives birth to this kind of man? Was she like Mrs. Drugova, pragmatic and jaded? Like Olga, seeing goodness wherever she could find it? Or was she like herself, just seeking refuge in fantasy from a world she wasn’t armed to face? That night, she brought the picture with her, tucked into her back pocket, and went to meet Kayne for supper. She stopped, taken aback at finding his seat unusually empty, and looked at the time. She wasn’t early. She took her seat, her unease only increasing.

She was lost in thought when two big hands gently grabbed her shoulders. She jerked, stunned, hearing a gruff chuckle behind her, before the warm hands abandoned her. Kayne took his seat, smiling devilishly at her.

“What’s going on in that little head of yours?”

She just pulled out the picture, without saying a word, and handed it to him. He seemed curious at first, then his eyes instantly narrowed upon recognition.

“Where did you get this?”

“In my room...” she stammered, feeling her heartbeat quicken.

He looked at her, then back at the picture, his eyes hard.

“Is it… your mother?”

He didn’t respond right away, keeping his eyes fixed on the picture. “Yes.”

“You look like her…”

“I look nothing like her,” he snapped, his eyes lifting to meet Laura’s.

“Why are you upset?” she breathed, her eyes watering.

His eyes softened, though the darkness remained. “Don’t worry about it,” he reassured her, his tone still hard, and deposited the picture far away on the table, and out of sight.

“I don’t understand... Do you hate her?”

“Drop it,” he warned, his face menacing.

She squirmed in her seat. She couldn’t link such a violent reaction to the sweet face she had looked at all day.

“Let’s eat,” he said after a moment, his eyes still tempestuous. They ate in silence, Laura throwing cautious glances his way, looking back down every time her gaze landed on the pools of darkness staring back.

They finished their supper with the heavy silence still weighing on them. He then got up and went digging for something in his jacket. He came back to the kitchen, leaning back against the island counter, watching her, as she remained in her seat, unsure what to do. She looked so pitiful, fidgeting nervously in her chair, and that sight alone was enough to pacify his temper. “Come here.”

She looked up at him, as if assessing the situation.

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