When The Light Falls - Book 3 by N. Y. (big screen ebook reader TXT) 📖

door.

 

 

She entered with a box full of kitchen utensils. She brought her's over in exchange to be invited to the party.

 

Rita was cheeky and marvelous.

 

 

 

''Do you know where Rikki went? I've been searching for her.'' Rita says fast, walking over to me.

 

 

''Um, you know what. Rikki just left out of nowhere, just like that.'' I said to her.

 

''Oh, I bet she's freaking out.'' Rita replies.

 

''Don't worry, i'll tell her when she comes back that you asked for her.'' I replied, holding onto Rita's arm.

 

 

I led her out of the kitchen towards the 2 way door as she disappeared into the backyard. And I watched as she took over looking out for the kids.

 

I closed the doors once she's offcially out of sight.

 

 

Marybella's kids were all nice. And my twins, were acting just as they should.

 

That made a spontaneous smile form on my face again.

 

 

I walked back over to where the ice cream cake was. Bella would come by in a few minutes to help me put it in the freezer, until then I had to relax.

 

 

My next baby was ready to pop any day from now, and I was surprised just days ago when I realized the baby could be here soon.

 

 

I'm just glad it's not another set of twins. Kylie and Jake were a hassle to take care of. But also, it didn't seem too hard to handle.

 

 

And when I saw them walk down that aisle during our wedding, I couldn't believe how happy I was to have those 2.

 

I dearly loved them.

 

 

I realized I was still standing and hovering over the island table. I walked over slowly to the nearby chairs surrounding the dining table.

 

 

 

I groaned as I sat down, my back was hurting all day.

 

All thanks to this one baby. But soon it'll be over.

 

And no more kids.

 

 

I laughed at my thoughts as I closed my eyes. I needed just a moment to rest before people started coming over.

 

Just as I took silent breaths, soft plops entered into the kitchen.

 

 

I snap my eyes open to where the side door was leading to the backyard.

 

 

I looked puzzled at the distant figure before the person opened the doors, I saw Nicki come into the picture.

 

She smiles as she's enters. It was nice to see her face again.

 

 

Even after some long years, it was about time she visited again.

 

I ease my hand up to grab on to another dining chair, but Nicki stops me.

 

 

''Don't hurt yourself getting up, it's fine just sit.'' she says happily.

 

I sigh for a second as I adjust myself comfortably in the hard wood chairs.

 

 

 

''So, what brings you by?'' I asked, pulling a piece of my hair back.

 

''I wanted to talk about something serious.'' Nicki says.

 

 

"Oh?" I respond.

 

She approaches the dining table, but Nicki doesn't sit. 

 

She's silent and doesn't speak for a second.

 

 

My expression grew cold as I searched her eyes.

 

''You got bangs.'' I said breaking the silence.

 

 

She smiles and strays her fingers through the long pieces of hair she had.

 

"Feathered bangs. To be more exact, side bangs." she says.

 

It definitely made her look a lot better.

 

 

And her hairstyle altered the look of professionalism.

 

 

''There's something i've been meaning to tell you, for years now.'' Nicki says.

 

 

We stayed in silence in the kitchen as the conversation started.

 

''What is it?'' I asked her.

 

''You.'' she says flat out.

 

 

It became very eery in the silence, nothing seemed right after Nicki said those words.

 

Her words put a spell on me and I couldn't break it.

 

 

''I know what you did, last summer.'' she said.

 

Her head streches to the side as she smiles a bit.

 

 

''What did I do?'' I asked her, as I got up.

 

 

I walked over to the island of the kitchen and placed my hand on the counter.

 

I waited for Nicki to answer again.

 

 

''I know you went back to Rosewood, visited your old home...and my father's grave.'' Nicki says.

 

 

My screw together, then lift up to her with confusion. She had gotten part of what I did last summer right.

 

But the other half seemed to intertwine with something else.

 

 

''Your father?'' I asked.

 

I was amused by the shock in my voice, it came out differently than I thought.

 

 

''Yes, remember that day we met? Right before you made the choice to go home to Paris?'' Nicki says.

 

''Yeah.'' I said without hesitation.

 

 

I was beginning to think that Nicki was crazy, how she remembered most of these things I had forgotten.

 

 

''September 12th,...the day your father was pronounced dead when you fled the country. And also the day, my dad didn't send me a postcard I had been waiting to get for months.'' Nicki says.

 

 

Her long fingernails circle the granite countertop as she neared me and slowed her pace.

 

''It's coincidence how some peoeple share a very strange trauamatizing day together.'' she replied, softly.

 

''What are you talking about Nicki?'' I said angrily.

 

 

''I'm saying we have the same father!!'' she finally confessed.

 

I didn't phase it for a second, it was like a blunt hit into the air and missed me.

 

I saw the devil in Nicki's eyes, something boiling inside.

 

 

But in those previous words she said, it did make sense.

 

 

September 12th was the day I left. The day she told me to stop fighting the power and to go to Paris. 

 

That day, when I saw the faith in my dad's eyes and I took away that light that meant so much to me.

 

 

And Nicki thinks it's a coincidence that we have to same dad. But she actually might be wrong.

 

 

''Let me take you back into the past, so you can see how we started this little friendship in college.'' she stated.

 

 

I hadn't spoken for a second, all I could focus on was the ground. So mesmorizing, soft like snow.

 

Nothing like it, and yet i'm brought back as usual.

 

 

''Henry, well let's be real now...our dad. Used to be married to my mother, Josaline. They were both in love, I was their only daugther at the time. Until I found out later....that I had a step sister.'' Nicki started.

 

 

She follows her words around the the counter, Nicki doesn't make eye contact with me.

 

I haven't spoken or interuppted her yet.

 

I just listen. There was no need for commotion or drama.

 

 

Nicki needed her story told and it involved me.

 

 

She needs this right now, I can feel it.

 

 

''I didn't believe my mom,...a step sister? How can she be so stupid? But then that's when my dad left. Our dad left that he told my mom about falling in love with a fashion designer in New York City, Claire.'' she says.

 

 

My eyes finally shift over to look into her's. She had hit a rough spot talking about my mom.

 

I grew a little angry but I pushed it down.

 

There was no need to fight right now, all I have to do, was listen.

 

 

 

''Henry got into a fight with my mom, he left and was on his way to take care of Claire. And you, Eleven.'' she says flat out.

 

 

I had fully turned my body over to her, depise that I was 9 months pregnant. I put all my might into giving Nicki what was coming for her.

 

There was no use in fighting or even giving ugly stares.

 

But Nicki somehow found out more about my life then I remembered.

 

 

''Eleven, was a nickname my mom gave to me when I was younger.'' I stated towards her.

 

Nicki stands still, pursing her lips to me.

 

 

She thinks this is just fun and games, pushing my buttons in hopes i'll just yell back and fight her.

 

But I know better than that.

 

 

''My own mother, told me, Eleven was the name of my step sister. I didn't believe her either at that time, so I went on with life in Boston. Me and mom, rented most of our house for foster kids. We stayed on the upper floor and I spent most of my years depressed that our dad left me.'' she says softly.

 

''He did what he had to do.'' I finally respond.

 

 

''But it isn't right, he needed to stay with his own daughter. His real daugther.'' Nicki shouts back.

 

''You keep forgetting, i'm his daughter too. He sacrificed so much to make my life the best that it could be, and here you are complaining about it.'' I shot back.

 

 

My voice rings in the air as my last word came out angry and loud.

 

''You also keep forgetting....that he's my dad too. So that's both of us.'' she responds.

 

 

I lick my lips as I tried to maintain heavy breathing, I felt my chest close up and my stomach grow in pain.

 

But I ignored it, I didn't need my body aches to stop me right now.

 

 

''He sent postcards to make up for the lost time, it was going on for years. He didn't tell Claire, but he did tell you. He said it was for a special someone he loved dearly. He never said that it was me.'' Nicki continues.

 

''So what do you mean?'' I shot back.

 

''Nothing, there's nothing anymore. But it still ties the keys to when we met in college...we had no idea. That we had been connected to each other's lives for so long, and yet we were strangers.'' Nicki replied.

 

 

The awful pain I felt in my stomach came back again, this time a little stronger.

 

It was as if my body was reacting to the news.

 

Nicki was right on something, and I never knew the other side of the story.

 

 

I knew that dad kept sending postcards to someone he loved, but I never gussed who it was. 

 

And she somehow got in the way of my parent's happiness.

 

 

''So we went on our way, getting to know each other. Long gone, step sisters. Not a clue at all.'' she continues.

 

 

I turned from Nicki and ducked my head down as I tried to avoid her words. The pain from within me continued.

 

I flinched as it passed through.

 

It was awful, I tried to stop myself from crying.

 

 

I opened my eyes finally once it was over. My mind focuses back on my last thoughts.

 

When I snuck into's mom's fashion show. And when I saw the shock in her eyes.

 

 

I saw the lady that dad was with, on that floor, just levels above where I watched mom.

 

I knew the truth, and I didn't tell mom even after she got into a fight with me back in Paris.

 

 

That was when it began. And now that i'm older, i'm realizing too much.

 

Dad was with her that time, he cheated on mom. Mom found out and blamed me because she couldn't handle the truth.

 

And I witnessed it all.

 

 

''You see?'' Nicki says, bringing me from my thoughts.

 

''I told you to go back to Paris, it was your dream. You kept bragging and nagging about it to me and even after I continued to nod my head, smile and listened. Inside, I was screaming my head off for you to stop!!'' she shouted.

 

 

Her voice rings in my ears again as I tried to focus on her words.

 

The pain in my stomach grew again as I clinged onto the countertop and closed my eyes tight.

 

 

''And then you left, which was a relief. But I never got to tell you about my story, how I found my way to Rosewood.'' she finally says softly.

 

''How?'' I managed to say.

 

 

I clentched to my stomach as I tried to numb the pain and focus on Nicki's words.

 

 

''The postcards, it was always the postcards. They were the key and the essential thing to finding our dad. And when I finally arrived to Rosewood, I was to scared to face him.'' she said.

 

 

I slowly began crying as the pain eased it's way out of me again, it was non-stop.

 

I was beginning to think my body may have an effect on our conversation.

 

Nicki's words were blinding and everything goes blank when she talks.

 

 

''So in that time when I would finally worked up the courage to tell him, I went to college there.'' Nicki says.

 

''It was her.'' I said coldly.

 

 

 Nicki is silent as she listens to me. I turn forcefully back to her again.

 

''Your mother, Josaline. It was her, the woman my mom saw, with my dad. That night when it happened, the paris treaty,...she blamed me for years. I was depressed too, for years because of your mom!'' I shot