Chapter 119
Chapter 119
“Nothing is happening Clara, nothing has changed. She doesn’t look like she’s getting better. Is it not working? Wha-”
“Patience Greyson, it’s going to take a while. Leave her to sleep, the might be asleep for a long time but just continue to watch her carefully. The effects of the medicine is strong so it should help with cleansing her system but call me once she’s up. So I can check on her and be sure that all is well.” She said and then began packing her things to leave.
I nodded my head, not taking my eyes away from Jessy’s sleeping form. I had created this beautiful life but I did it the wrong way. That wasn’t something I could forgive myself for. Ever.
“Greyson.” Clara called from the door and I turned my attention to her.
“Don’t leave them no matter what. Things are going to be very difficult for you all from this point onwards but it’s only to be expected. You have to make sure that you never let go of them. You have a beautiful family now, and it’s your responsibility to make sure it stays together. They are both going to bring you so much joy and happiness.” She said and without waiting to listen to my response, she exited the room.
It made a lot of sense what she said and although many people believed Clara to be psychic, I never really shared in that belief, neither had I ever had a conversation with the healer to confirm if it were true, but there had always been something about her words that made them seem powerful, no matter how simple they sounded.
She did make a lot of sense now but I wasn’t sure how I would be able to do as she asked. There was no way that Freya didn’t
my guts now. I mean if the table was turned I would hate me. How was I supposed to try and change that?
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I took Jessy’s hands within mine and when I was met with warmth instead of the iciness that had stayed with her all through, the night, it brought a smile to my face.
I brushed away a piece of her hair and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
“I’m so sorry. So so sorry I did this and then left. So sorry I didn’t realize all this while.” I said quietly, fighting through the tears that were brimming in my eyes.
I couldn’t fight for long though because soon my cheeks were wet with tears.
I remained in that position for a while, switching between apologizing and trying to wipe away the tears that were now falling freely down my face.
After a while I straightened myself from that position and with a last kiss on her head, I moved out of the room, wiping my face clean as I went. I needed to find Freya.
I walked into the maid quarters, ignoring the worried stares coming from the maids around me. I could only imagine the way I looked to them. It had been a rough day for me and it didn’t help that my night had been equally rough.
Once I got to Freya’s door, I knocked on it once, but was met with only silence.
“Freya please.” I called out softly, knocking again. I didn’t know what I was pleading for, but all I wanted was to be able to talk
to her.
There was a high chance that she wouldn’t believe that my actions had been fueled by grief and my intoxicated state, but I had to try. I couldn’t lose her, not now or ever. I wouldn’t ever survive it.
I knocked again when the door remained shut and I pricked my ears to listen for any sounds that could be coming from within the room, but all was still.
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There was no single sound and that pushed me into action, I twisted the knob of the door and the moment the door opened, it confirmed my suspicion.
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Freya wasn’t here. And it was obvious that she had not come inte the room at all. The sheets looked freshly laid and the only thing that stood out was the green bunny tucked into it.
Panic flooded my veins and without even bothering to shut the door, I moved out of the quarters and into the kitchen where I found Christie.
I turned to the maid, not caring in the least how I looked or worrying about the horrified look on her face the moment she caught sight of my frame.
“Where’s Freya?” I asked and she shook her head, not saying a word only pointing at the door that led into the garden
That was all the prompt I needed. I dashed out of the door and the moment I caught sight of the open garden door that led into the woods I made a dash for it.
The feeling of suffocation rushed through my frame the farther went into the woods and there still was no sight of Freya. Tears blurred my vision and my lungs burned from shouting her name at intervals.
Then finally I found her, slumped on the floor against a tree. She looked like she was sleeping but I knew better. Her entire frame looked miserable and my chest began to hurt even more
I walked slowly towards her and although I knew she could hear me, I still approached her carefully. I knelt down beside her frame once I was close enough.
“Freya please, I beg you.” I began, sniffling gently and clearing my throat. Her head remained bowed in between her legs.
