Chapter 7

PAST LIFE

"Well firstly Christian lately I've been having nightmares about my past life, like when I was

4 years old and before. And those nightmares were about my birth mum and dad and when

I was adopted at 4 years old by Leila and that. You have to know that they saved my life." Christian says with curiosity "I was wondering why you looked different to your mum and grandmother, so what happened to your birth mum and dad?" My head goes back to the memories of my father and mother and all the pain I suffered from my early life. I sigh and start talking again except in a lower voice that none can hear but Christian can, I just know it. "Well my dad he was a criminal and did all sorts of bad stuff during his life, he died because he got shot by the police from stealing money. My mum on the other hand died…." I zone out for a moment and I turn to the memory of when my mum died, her lying down on the hard wooden floor boards of our so called house not breathing and me trying to wake her up, but her not responding and lying helplessly cold under the warmth of my blanket. I turn my attention back to the now with Christian Anthony Jackson staring at me with a deep dark brown gaze, his eyes remind me of my mum's eyes. I speak, "My birth mum Ella died from drugs, dad gave her way too much and her system failed." Christian looks at me and asks me a question I wish he hadn't, "How did you know how she died?" I sigh and I feel tears prick the corners of my eyes. Oh no! I can't cry now not with Christian here. I say through tears and sobs "Well Christian, I was there when she died I was right next to her watching her start her internal sleep." The tears start to pool in my eyes and start running down my face. I can't help it I start crying helplessly as Christian says "Grace don't cry I hate to see you so sad." And with that he pulls me into his arms and kisses my forehead while stroking my hair. I bury my face into his chest and I exhale and go through all the events in my life that has been an emotional wreck for me, but being with Christian right now alone with him makes me feel good. And for the first time in forever I'm falling in love.

After Christian and I have finished our swim together we head up the waterfall so I can get dressed out of my wet clothes. The climb isn't that tiring or bad and the view is even more wonderful than I imagined or thought it was going to look like. I check my watch and its 15:00 (3:00 pm.) I glance over at Christian and say "Hey Christian its 15:00 I better start heading back, I have work tomorrow." He looks at me with a sad face, I smile and Christian says "Alright come on we better hurry." I look at the sky and I can see in the distance that dark grey storm clouds are hovering across town and are coming towards us. And with that my phone rings, I check the number it's my mum. I pick it up and mum says through the phone "Grace Darling… Can... You…come… home… now?" "Mum your glitching out I can't hear you or what you're saying properly" I say with panic in my voice. And with that the phone line goes dead. I hear thunder and look at the clouds it's starting to rain as well as thunder and lightning, Christian then comes out of nowhere and says, "Grace there's a storm coming we better get going." I nod and we trudge through the rain and thunder to the car.

Christians concentrating on the road, I try calling mum again but there's no signal, Christian says something that catches me by surprise, "Grace the storm is getting worse and your house is still half an hour away, I'm going to stop at my place and you can stay there until the storm settles." I look at him and say "Christian, what about my mum? She's probably scared to death about me." Christian smiles and says "Grace I'm more worried about your safety as would she, and don't worry about her I've handled it all." I look into his intense dark brown eyes and his beautiful godlike face features. I've realised that he���s back into his human self. I nod and say while he smiles "Okay Christian," Christian says "Thankyou Grace." I look at him puzzled "Thank you, for what?" My subconscious asks.

5 minutes later we arrive at Christian's place and just in time the storm has gotten worse. As Christian and I walk up the stairs to his room I realise that the house is even quieter than before when I was here. Christian stops and I realise that where in front of his room. He let's go of my hand and instead takes out his bedroom door key out of his back pocket in his jeans and puts it in the key hole and turns it and opens the door. Once we're in Christian's room I realise that in his closet he has hundreds to thousands of clothes including some bras, girl clothing and nightdresses. I turn to see Christian looking at me with his intense look. He walks over to me slowly and gracefully and stops right in front of me and just stares deep into my eyes, brown to brown.