HAUNTED PRINCE by DENIS DANIEL (children's ebooks free online txt) 📕

not. It would’ve been nice for her to know everything that had happened to me that week. The healing, the other person inside of me, and choking the life out of Bratt, everything.

I knew she wouldn’t think I’ve gone crazy with all the things we’ve been through, anything was worth considering. Besides she trusted me too much to doubt anything I told her. But I came back to the same thing that worried me the most.

 

CHAPTER 15;

 

 

How much longer was I going to put her life and freedom at risk, huh! Because I was sure whatever happened to the others was going to happen again and I didn’t want to drag her along with my problems, so it was better to keep things the way they were.

“Steve, you still trust me, right?” she said softly, it was a little shocking hearing that question because I was just thinking about telling her everything, it was as if she read my mind. She remained quiet waiting for my answer; of course I trusted her. If I said yes then she would ask why I felt like I had to hide things from her? If I didn’t say anything then she would conclude that I didn’t trust her. So answering was the safest choice.

“Of course I trust you, Ash. Even more than I trust myself.” That was true because sometimes I doubted myself but she never did. I waited for that next question either way because I knew it was coming, but she never asked.

Instead she stretched her arm around me and held tight, then we were quiet staring at the gradually darkening sky. This was definitely the calmest day of my life. I wish it never ended; yes in the morning it was a little bit boring but this was the best evening I had in a long time. I guess my life would’ve been a lot worse if Ashley wasn’t in it.

“Steve, do you think there’s other civilizations out there? The space?” she asked, and I could sense a little curiosity in her voice.

“Of course there is.” I said.

“What makes you so sure?” she pushed herself up a little to look at my face curiously.

“Ashley there are uncountable galaxies and planets. I’m pretty sure in some of those galaxies there are planets with civilization just like ours. At least that is what I believe.”

“Then I believe, maybe someday we will see a space ship stop by for a cup of coffee or something.” Her voice rumbled on my chest after she lied back down as she was chuckling.

“So you asked to mock me, eel?”

“No I didn’t. I just wanted to know.” She said while stifling a laugh.

“Is that right? Then we will find out.” I started tickling her and she started to laugh uncontrollably.

I forgot how much fun we used to have, we used to live in our own world. We used our own things in our backyard in this beautiful garden mom made. That time I didn’t have to worry about somebody dying because of me. This was our place, not even our friends could come here it was exclusively for us. I could pretend to be a prince and Ashley, Barbie because she loved Barbie more, even though she didn’t have blonde hair.

When we grew up we didn’t come us much but we still came and just lie on the grass and play some card games, we loved playing cards. But ever since my life turned upside down I hardly had time to think about anything. Other than my nightmares and who will be the next person to die for me.

During that time I didn’t realize I stopped tickling Ashley and she was sitting looking at me sadly,

“A penny for your thoughts?” she joked,

“Do you remember how we came to play here as kids? I miss those days.”

“Yah, me too. I wish we never grew up.”

“And if we never did, we would’ve been creepy kids who never grew up. May be Peter pan would’ve come to take us to Neverland and be like him.”

“No, I’m not a lost kid, besides he only took boys.”

“Anyone home?” we heard someone calling, considering the sweetness of the voice that was definitely mom.

We completely lost track of time, quickly we both got up on our feet and headed inside. Mom was just getting inside when we got there.

“We had a guest today, isn’t it?” she asked curiously and neither I nor Ashley was surprised with that.

Ever since we were little she always noticed some things even without us telling. And I guess that’s why Ashley had the same powers of noticing when someone was not being honest.

“I invited a friend over to do some school stuff.” Ashley said not wanting to give more info, and mom sensed it so she didn’t press the subject.

“Okay, I will go upstairs to change then come to see what you have prepared for me today.” Mostly on Saturdays it was our turn to cook something for mom since she prepared for us the whole week. She headed upstairs and Ashley turn to the kitchen.

“What exactly did you cook?” I asked Ashley as I was following her in the kitchen.

“Nothing fancy, just something that will surprise mom.”

“Mom is never surprised, you know that. Since she knows almost every meal existing on earth.” I said uncertain.

“I know that dumb. It’s not new, it’s just something she hasn’t cooked in a long time.” She said proudly. Which made me curious as well.

“Oh!” I ran out of arguments.

She went to the oven and came up with the dish. I would’ve said it was cake but it didn’t look like one, or maybe it was some foreign food. I hated myself for not sticking around when she was cooking or baking that dinner, and now I was going to be surprised as well.

I’m not sure if she still remembered, but when we were little we used to argue a lot and we always counted how many times we would outsmart each other, on anything.

But I doubted she did because she never forgot things so easily. Probably that was the reason she could get those A’s in school so easily while I on the other hand had to work my ass off. And a long time had passed and many things happened, so we stopped competing and rather grew closer. We set the table ready and soon after we finished mom came.

Then Ashley told us to have seats and she served us the food. I found out it was just a normal food, it was actually just a lasagna and it was true that mom hadn’t cooked that food in a long time. As usual mom was very pleased to eat something she hasn’t cooked in a while.

“So how was your day?” mom looking at each of us.

“It was fine.” Ashley responded suspiciously, because there was a way mom asked as if she expected something.

“You didn’t tear each other up or anything. Are you sure no one has scratch marks anywhere?” she asked jokingly,

And that’s when it hit us, she noticed something yesterday. She knew Ashley was angry at me but she didn’t do anything and she was worried that she would find me with some marks of Ashley’s nails. And she was right back then when Ashley jumped at me, she was like a wolf she scratched me everywhere with her tiny nails. Up until mom peeled her off me I had scratches all over. Then after sometime Ashley started to cry back then and she said sorry so many times.

Mom told her it was okay and that I was going to heal, but she forbid her to fight with anyone ever again. And ever since Ashley never fought with anyone and mostly she walked away from fights.

“Mom!” Ashley said embarrassed, “that was a long time ago, besides I was just eight years old. I’m grown now I’d never fight with Steven, and if you knew why didn’t you say anything?”

“Well, like you said, you are all grown now. I wanted to see how things would go and I guess everything went exactly as they were supposed to be, don’t you think?” she said proudly sipping her lemonade juice.

“I guess.” Ashley said hesitantly.

“Things are exactly as they are supposed to be.” I assured Ashley because it was true. I was with the two people who I loved so much and we were in peace having dinner together.

Ashley wasn’t angry at me anymore, mom was okay as usual and nothing was hunting them. Up until Monday things at school will cool down and at least people wouldn’t be talking about me as much. Somehow I was going to have some sort of normal life again, as long as I kept the Lexi girl out of harm’s way. I was pretty sure things were going to get better.

“I had a long day today, some client gave us quiet a task today he wanted a five hundred thousand dollars loan and following the process was very tiresome, so I’m going to take a hot shower and rest. The dinner was amazing honey, thank you.” Mom said and got up to leave.

“Good night.” Mom said before disappearing up the stairs.

“Good night mom.” Both Ashley and I responded at the same time.

“Do you need help?” I asked Ashley who was starting to remove the dishes from the table.

“No, I will just put these in the dish washer and then I will go to my room as well.”

“Okay, I think I need to lie down as well.” I left the dining room and headed to my room.

I wasn’t sleepy and I wasn’t tired either, so I decided to watch TV. There was a flat screen installed in my room, it’s just that I hadn’t used it in a long time. I was too buried in my problems that I didn’t even have time to think about other things. But today seemed like a good day to switch it on. I took the remote from the drawer of my bedside table. I saw a soccer match on the first Chanel that came up, so I change it. I knew nothing about soccer or any sports in general. I flipped through couple more channels and there was nothing interesting except for the music Chanel, which I soon became bored of as well.

“I haven’t seen that on in a long time.” Ashley commented soon after barging in, “Can I join?” she asked,

“Sure, I was getting bored watching it by myself anyway, but before you come put a nice movie of your choice first, you’ll find plenty of CD’s on that table at the Conner first drawer.”

“Okay.” She almost jumped with excitement, but she soon frowned, “Steve your choice of movies is awful, the Notebook, Titanic, Romeo and Juliet and Twilight, and the rest is all comic stuffs. What is it boys with comics? Why do you like these stuffs so much anyway?”

“I don’t know, why do you like dolls so much?” I asked,

“Because I’m a girl! Duh,” she said still picking the covers and set them down on the table.

“The same to me, because I’m a boy, duh!” I sarcastically said the duh,

“Maybe we should watch the Notebook.” She suggested,

“No, it’s too depressing. I don’t want