Universe : We are 2

While thinking about my uncle and Destiny, weighing things down between the two important people in my life now, I suddenly realized I was no longer in Auckland. I felt hot and the heat is great that I wanted to ..wait! Uncle?

Beccalyn Lucia, it's been weeks and you haven't given me anything. Anything to defeat that annoying angel and his bitch of a daughter ah, what's her name again?, Lucio said, his voice is scary like a resounding echo inside a cave somewhere, I wanted to pee on my pants. Well, sorry uncle, but I'm still waiting for the right moment to get to know Destiny's family. She is great and her family is very kind to me. I don't want them to suspect something, especially that Mark had already warned Destiny about me. I think he knows an he is just nice because he knows that his daughter likes me very much.

I don't care, as long as we know what they're up to, that's alright with me. Okay, enough with the chatter. Got to go and spend some time with my gruelling monstrous friends somewhere. Ta..Ta!, Lucio added then disappeared.

I found myself back at Destiny's place and in the bed, Destiny is already asleep. I thought of what my uncle wanted to do or plan to do with the information I will get from Destiny's family. They have been nice to me and I don't want Destiny to hate me if something bad will happen to her parents because of me.

I walked out of Destiny's room and since I couldn't sleep I wandered around the kitchen and saw Mark. Mr. Mortha?, I asked when he was pouring milk on a glass and when he heard me he looked and asked if I wanted some. I agreed by nodding . Mr. Mortha told me to call him Mark. I did though thought it awkward, I obeyed him.

Becca, I know you're a good kid and you like my daughter, huh?, Mark asked in a serious tone and sat on the ledge near the kitchen sink. My reply was just a nod. So, you can tell me why are you here and what is your motive loving my daughter?, Mark asked and looked deep into my eyes and inside my soul, if I had one.

I….I love her. And I am willing to do anything to protect her. But there's just one problem, I said and now I am looking in Mark's deep set eyes. To my surprise, Mark turned himself to a big and powerful angel, glowing, shimmering in gold that I got scared, more scared than uncle's voice. I know, I'm sorry, I didn't mean you and your family harm. Uncle Lucio just wanted to know you better. I don't know his plans are but I don't intend to hurt Destiny, much more you and Mrs. Mortha, Sir!, I explained honestly. Mark glared at me and as if scanning my insides and he nodded. You're telling the truth, but there's something about you that is confusing. You seem to have lost this!, Mark cried smiling at me and on his hand a breathing heart. I don't have one and it's a good thing he found my heart which my uncle threw somewhere in the realm of darkness. I thought no one could go through there and get it out.

Thank you, Sir! Mark, I mean!, I added and Mark placed my heart inside me like I was a spirit that caught a cold but instead a heart. It felt good because now I can really feel and fall in love. Why are you doing this?, I asked Mark. Because you are a good person Becca, it's been tough when you needed to live this life without feeling anything. You only think of the feeling and not actually experiencing it, and it's the hardest act in the world. Not to mention, I was wondering all this time, how can you love a person, like my daughter without having a heart!, Mark said directly hitting my heart and now I could feel the pain and I cried. Mark tapped my shoulder and I thanked him happily. The reason why got along with uncle's dirty schemes is because I wanted him to give back my heart that he took since I was a little girl of five.

Mark has seen all of the things I did and even if I looked like a 16-year old now, I am not really sixteen but a hundred and sixteen years old. I am the youngest among Uncle Lucio's nieces and I am not proud about it for among the others, I just did a couple of bad things like pulling a classmates hair when she didn't give me a cheese ball or pinning a pencil on a boy friend of mine when he kissed me since he said that he liked me. Then, not to mention the silly things concerning my dad, uncle and friends from grade school and high school. I didn't do evil much and I'm proud to say that I never wanted to be bad but it's in my blood to be one. Yet, when I met Destiny, it's different with her. I can be who I am and being good isn't such a drag or boring at all. I thought I'll get bored doing what's kind, nice or good. The only problem now since I already retrieved my heart with Mark's help, my uncle…he would really be pissed knowing that I got my heart back and I no longer need to be part of his evil plans against Mark and his family.

Becca, being good doesn't mean you can't make mistakes or hurt anyone. Sometimes doing the right thing at the right time can disappoint some like your uncle and those who expect you to do sort of things their way and not yours. Being good is not easy especially when you are accustomed to doing bad all the time. But I think you can make it. You have a good heart and meeting my daughter is the reason why you had a change of heart and wanted to be good, or kind or have a purpose in the world. Don't be your uncle's shadow. Try it, maybe being good can make you happy and feel better inside than doing evil, Mark cried placing his hand on top of my head and scratched it, ruining my hair, but it felt nice and I felt loved, accepted for the real me.

Destiny woke up and found out that Becca isn't beside her. She stood from the bed and when I went upstairs and opened the door to Destiny's room, she is already seated on the edge of the bed and wondering what I was doing.

I got thirsty so I drank some milk. Your dad is in the kitchen and we had a little chat. It was great and I like your dad, he's swell, I added sitting beside Destiny who smiled and hugged me. We both smiled and went to sleep after.

I am a new person now. I got my heart. I am complete but how come I feel different and feel that I'm still missing something. Aha!, my soul, why didn't I think of that. I don't have a soul.