The moment Joe walked into the cabin two hours later, Emma got up quickly from the couch where Helena and her were seated, took the rifle from his hand and helped him out of his jacket. Joe was clearly the man of the house, the breadwinner and she was the typical housewife who served and waited on him. "Joe there's a poltergeist!!! Sasha is missing and Junior was screamin and screamin!!! " Aw god, why did I tell her? Helena thought to herself after observing the woman's frightened state. "Wait a minute. What you sayin Emma? A poltergeist?" he looked at his wife as if she was crazy then noticed Helena in the room. "Aw hi Miss Helena" "Hi", she gave a wave and a faint smile. Emma tugged at her husband's shirt, panic written all over her. "Joe listen, I'm tellin the truth.""Emma,"he held her by her arms. "Stop talkin about ghosts, you are scarin our guest here."Right! If only he knew that she was the one who had put those ideas in his wife's mind. " No, she knows, she saw it too
Xander’s POVElbow leaning against the countertop, Xander focused his gaze on the ground as he listened silently. One mistake, only one and they would be needing a spatula to scrape off this humans' remains from the walls. "Next time you need anything, just come by and get it, on the house of course", the human offered Helena with a nervous grin pasted on his face. What exactly had he walked in on and why was she trying to hide it? The more he thought about it the more he got agitated., his being releasing bouts of anger and demanding war on the entire human race. Helena stood next to Xander, receiving dozens of books and magazines on the house and he just stood there without saying a word. Stop it, he gave a silent command to his being. Luckily he had sealed himself before returning otherwise this would have been a whole different scenario. Xander walked alongside Helena to the car, clicking it open then opening his door. She opened the back door first on her side, leaned over t
Helena’s POV… That night, thoughts of him refused to leave her head and as much as she tried to brush him off as a stranger, her mind constantly returned to him. It didn't help that he was asleep, in full view, across from where she was. A full on fight was not what she wanted, only for him to respect her boundaries and to mind his own business but he had taken it personally.One thing was for sure that she was not going to apologize. She had done nothing wrong. His views were, after all, very outdated and she didn't have to agree with them. After seeing how upset and absent he was, she had tried to be the bigger person by attempting to break the ice but he was adamant on being pig-headed. Should she let him be and allow him to calm down by himself or should she keep on trying to talk to him? Even though his beliefs contradicted hers, he still was a very generous guy and disregarding his efforts would be very ungrateful on her part . She remembered the way she had hated waking up
Helena’s POV… She could feel his eyes boring into her back and she wished she could just run away and hide. How could she do that in front of him? What exactly had gotten into her? He already had high moral values so he must be thinking the worst about her right now.He had to be repulsed by her, why wouldn't he, when she had shamelessly fondled herself in front of him. If the roles had been reversed and had he been the one to do it, she couldn't imagine what she would have thought of him. Thinking about it made her skin crawl and she shivered.She inhaled the cool breeze, traces of mist rising from her exhale. It had only been two months since she left Aaron, in fact just five days ago she was heartbroken and pining over her lost relationship but overnight he had become insignificant. Something was wrong with her and she was slowly losing her mind. If anything, this was a clear sign that it was time to part ways with him. After a while, she was relieved to find him fast asleep, w
Xander’s POV.. What is the meaning of this? he questioned in his head. Was she seriously afraid of those dead animals or was it just an act? No it couldn't have been an act. The fear, the watery eyes and the way she had spoken were all too real to fake it. If it wasn't an act then what did it mean? He remembered the incident at the gas station and her response to it. She seemed to be unaware of who she really was and her behavior towards him was very confusing. Is it possible that she had lost her memories, did not recognize him and that he had completely misjudged her? He raised his document to cover his face so that he could take a peek at her and she was seated deep in thought, picking at the eggs on her plate. He had long finished his breakfast and yet she was still stuck on her third mouthful. What was she thinking of right now? She looked up from her food and he quickly avoided her, setting the eight page contract back on the table then returned to his work. He really h
Helena’s POV.. She didn't know why she didn't protest, why she didn't push him away and why she remained seated there blushing like a schoolgirl. Maybe deep down she was feeling lonely or maybe she craved some kind of human contact that she could not remember ever having. The only thing that she knew for sure was that this giant, delicious looking man was snuggled on her, using her as his pillow. What was he thinking of her right now? Did her legs feel bony? What about her breathing? Was it too loud? A thousand questions buzzed in her head. Besides the act of lovemaking, intimacy had never been her thing throughout her life. Her parents were barely ever there to give her cuddles and she had grown up without feeling the need for them. That's why Aaron had been perfect for her because he never did any mushy stuff. The self awareness soon wore off when she heard his breathing becoming heavier and uneven causing her to relax. He was now fast asleep. He must be really tired, she though
Helena’s POV… There, she had said it, as it was without mincing her words. She finally let go of her breath that she had held and released her numb, balled up fists. Her eyes looked at him for the first time since beginning her confession and he sat with his chin resting on his knuckles, an unreadable but serious expression written on him. He moved, leaning back on the couch, his arm resting on the side and his fingers began to tap, prolonging her anxiety. This had to have been the hardest confession she had ever made to date. The last time she remembered feeling this way was way back in high school when her parents had returned early from their business trip and found Pete Kensington in her room. They had only been listening to music, but for her, who had been a straight A student, great at sports and who was the class president, this had been made into a bigger deal than it really was. She had been grounded for the first time for a whole month without a phone or any other privi
Helena’s POV.. "Who the hell is Savannah?" she questioned trying really hard to hide her hurt feelings. Not once but twice! Her heart felt like someone was slowly squeezing it and tears threatened to form. Up until now, she had not realized just how much she liked him, how much she wanted to be a part of his life and how important it was for him not to think about other women. 'This is crazy!' she thought to herself, turning away from him and wiping away an escaped tear. Savannah must be his girlfriend or worse, his wife. He must love her a lot for him to call out her name twice without even realizing it. She had brushed off the first time as an error in speech, people did that sometimes but when he said it again, it brought unexpected pain and heartache. "What am I looking at? " he asked, circling one arm around her shoulders and leaning against her. 'He shouldn't be doing this to Savannah!' alarm bells rang in her head and she brushed his arm off, taking a step away from him