Mom and Mrs. Stanley were knocked out cold after consuming two bottles of wine, while I laid on the daybed staring upwards.
The ceiling, like the walls were completed with a stone finished and apparently vanished to keep that natural look in place.
I never dreamed of living in a house made mostly of bricks and wood because the magazines sells mainly glass houses but then, I never thought like Cinderella, I would marry a Prince.
The wooden decor's the only similarity to the Cabin because this Castle thing is a whole lot, of different.
Mom and Mrs. Stanley were able to help settle my mind concerning my fears for the future which is ruining my present and making it difficult for me to appreciate all that's happening around me.
One thing mom mentioned for the first time, explaining dad's the one who made the final call to allow the pregnancy to precede once he was convinced, it was safe.
Smiling at the thought, about dad taking control of my well being during those few weeks following the surgery after the shooting and the x-trays, plus more ultrasounds that followed because of the intense pain I continued having.
I've also realized that fear increased my pain, causing my pregnancy to appear more stressful than it actually is.
Back then and in the months that followed, I believed it was my brother and sister who had taken charge to nurse me back to health, when all this time it was my father-in-law and mother-in-law!
Mom even took time out from work to ensure that I was being properly taken care off while dad remained home ensuring that persons who shot at us, stayed away.
Logan and I never discussed the shooting or our feelings since then.
I'm always scared and it's not just about me but everyone.
My paranoia hasn't disappeared, it's just suppressed and that's even more scary.
I'm afraid to share my fear about the shooting with Logan and about my future as a whole. Maybe my lack of sleep is not insomnia but I'm afraid of the nightmares which of course will alert Logan.
I was surprised though of the things he said when he first woke up from the coma. I never would have guessed he returned home with doubts and fears. He didn't even appear disoriented like me.
Logan, Mrs. Stanley and I, all have suppressed feelings about that morning especially since Mrs. Stanley lost the most.
Her beloved husband, Ralph Stanley!
Suddenly hungry, I opened my eyes shutting off the journey my mind was on to find the washroom downstairs and the kitchen.
Stepping out of the living room, fear gripped me and I stood nervously against the wall wrapping the hoddie tighter around me.
The silence was errie and I would have returned to the sitting room, if I didn't need the washroom. Dragging my hand against the wall I walked, my eyes to my left hoping the kitchen is somewhere on that side and ahead of me, making sure the sitting room is in site.
This building is so different from Logan's parents mansion and so dark in the night.
Lifting my hands higher, I felt for light switches in the dim hallway. I was ready to cry because I was afraid and I needed the washroom urgently.
Turning back the wall leading to the sitting room seemed far away!
Why didn't I just wake up someone, instead of roaming around alone.
Sliding to the floor, wondering why they didn't leave lights on. It's not as if they can't afford the electricity bill.
Burying my face in my hands, I started counting again as my chest started tightening, making breathing difficult. I started gasping for breath, silently praying that I am found!
I jerked upright nervous and afraid but my mind is blank. I shook my head looking downwards to get my brain functioning.
Frowning, when Logan approaches the bed, his eyes dark as he tries to hold himself in check.
Behind him, mom approaches me with sigh of relief.
Pushing past Logan, "sweetheart, thank God, you're awake." Mom pulls me into a hug then drawing away to move the loose strands of hair from my face and wipe her hands under my eyes. "I was so worried," she continued ignoring her son who now stood beside us, clad in only a pair of joggers.
"What happened?" Mom asked, her faced etched with worry. "You should've woken us." Mom said and I am confused.
"What.." I trailed off lifting my eyes to my angry husband. "Am I.." nervous because of the way he's looking at me. "I can't remember," I admitted and mom pulls me into another hug.
What happened last night?
Lifting my head off mom's shoulder, to stare at her as the thoughts of us hanging out in the sitting room chatting away and then.. they fell asleep and I didn't. I need to use the bathroom and I was hungry!
"I couldn't find the kitchen," I remembered, frowning at Logan.
Why is he angry?
"Did you think the kitchen was out on the f**king grounds?" Logan yelled confirming he's angry but I have no idea, why.
"The grounds?" I repeated softly, shaking my head. "I wasn't in the grounds." I denied whatever Logan is suddenly accusing me off.
"Then how the f**k did you end up unconscious out there then?" Logan sneered, fists clenched at his side.
I don't know what he is talking about but I won't let him speak to me like this!
Turning away from him, I held mom's hand already locking Logan off until he got his temper under control.
"I'm hungry," I told her and she nods, releasing my hands, she stood up turning to her son.
"Behave," she scolds him before leaving us in the room but I got of the bed to use the bathroom, realizing I'm dressed in just one of Logan's T-shirts.
Clutching my chest, what happened last night?