Camp NaNoWriMo part 19
They didn’t fulfil the mission objective of finding the Beauris heir, but everyone who went out came back unharmed.
The two extra people stood side by side before the team. The sound of a chair scraping over the floor made Darius turn his head to find his housemate on his feet.
“Esther?” The name left Wilfredo’s mouth like a gasp.
“That’s me,” a familiar voice said.
Darius turned his head back to face the two new faces. Was that…
“Hello, Beauris. I am Esther Turnery. This is my husband, Roger.” She gestured at the man beside her. “Thank you for your help. As promised, I will tell you where the Sharoon heirloom is. But first, I need some time with my son, Darius.”
That was the same voice as the person who made a deal with his housemate. So this woman was his mother. And the man beside her…
His breath caught at his throat. Darkness crept in at the edges of his vision. His fingers shook.
A hand clapped his shoulder. He jumped, but it was only his housemate.
“Something wrong?” Wilfredo asked.
The shroud of unexplained panic pulled back. Darius shook his head, not trusting himself to speak. His housemate didn’t look convinced, but didn’t press the issue.
Wilfredo led the family of three to an empty room. Darius kept his distance from his father. He didn’t remember his father at all, but his body did. The reaction didn’t bode well for his relationship with his father.
His mother broke through his thoughts with a gentle hand around his.
“Sit here.” She sat on a sofa and pulled him down beside her. When he sat stiffly at the edge, she pushed him until his back rested against the cushioned back of the sofa.
“Relax.” She hooked her fingers under his jaw and tilted his head back until it also rested against the sofa back. Her palms passed gently over his eyes and he closed them automatically.
“You have amnesia,” she said, “I can bring your memories back, but it might be uncomfortable, and no matter what, you can’t fight me. We can both get seriously hurt. Understand?”
“You are my son. I won’t harm you, so trust me and let me in.”
“The easiest way is to sleep. Let go of your fears and let me do all the work.”
Darius released a short laugh that was equal parts nervous and bitter. “Easier said than done.”
“I’m your mother. I know you more than you know yourself. Just trust me.” Her hands moved to run through his hair. She hummed a tune that he had never heard before but tugged at the forgotten corners in his mind.
He forced his body to relax and emptied his mind of all thoughts but the wordless song. The rest of the room faded away until it was just him on the sofa with his mother. Eventually, even that faded away as he slipped into a daze.
~To be continued~
Posted on April 24, 2017, in Camp NaNoWriMo 2017 and tagged Camp NaNoWriMo, creative writing, fiction, memory loss, multipart story, mystery, reunited family, story. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.