Chapter 213 - Two Hundred And Thirteen: Meet Father (1/2)

Niklaus' point of view

I had a nightmare, no, nightmares throughout my sleep. But I could remember one vividly.

I saw Maya, she was beautiful, so ethereal looking, and dressed in a white flowing gown that hid her feet. I was on the beach, watching her as she walked further and further into the waves.

”Maya,” I remembered calling her name times without a number but she wouldn't answer; she kept waving at me.

I tried to run to her then, but it was like running on a treadmill. I was sure of making progress yet was stuck in the same place.

But something happened.

A boy popped out of nowhere and appeared by her side. A strange boy; however, the striking similarity between him and I was undeniable. A lump formed in my throat, he was my son?

”Papa,” he called and waved at me too.

I was stunned, no, unsettled by this churning sensation in my stomach. A feeling of dread washed over me as both mother and son waved at me in synchronization, it was creepy.

”Maya, please don't do this,” I croaked. I was so afraid of what was going to happen next.

”I love you,” Maya whispered to me, and out of the corner of my eyes, Kay, my late ex-wife appeared.

”No, no, Maya doesn't do this!”

I panicked when I saw my dead ex-wife wife stretch her hands towards her.

No amount of pleading changed her mind. Maya took hold of her son's hand and placed her other hand on Kay's outstretched one.

”Don't leave me, please,” I crumbled to my knees, unrestrained tears sliding down my face,” I can't live without you,”

”I'm sorry, Niklaus” Maya responded,” But the death and the living have no connection whatsoever. Live your life till we meet again,”

She turned her back to me.

”Maya!” I screamed and went after her.

Amid my hoarse screaming and breathless running, Maya and my child kept getting far away from me until they were swallowed whole by the waves of the sea.

”No!” I awoke with a piercing scream that had Lucas scampering to my side.

Cold fear washed over me. The crippling fear was bone-deep that I began to shiver like I was buried under a pile of snow.

”Oh my God, what's going on? Why are you as cold as ice?” I heard Lucas's worried voice but that was not my concern. I was intent on finding her, the love of my life.

”M-Maya?” My breath came in gasps.

Lucas must have pressed the intercom because doctors and nurses rushed in, blocking my sight and tackling me to the bed.

”No, you don't understand!” I said to no one in particular,” I need to find Maya, I need to find -”

Struggling, I winced as a drug was injected into my system yet that didn't stop me from yelling out my concerns.

”I need to find the mother of my ….” My eyelids drooped and my sight blurry. Did they drug …..

I couldn't tell how much I slept but it was the piercing sunlight filtering through the curtain that awoke me.

”What in the name ….” I groaned with effort as I sat up. My body was heavy and aching all over as if a trailer ran over me.

”Brother,” I heard a familiar voice.

”Emily?” I was unsure until she came into my line of sight and hugged me.

”Emily,” I breathed, wrapping my hand around her and hugged her tightly.  Right now, I needed both physical and emotional strength.

She was crying, her tears wetting the new shirt I was currently dressed. Lucas must have had me changed out of my clothes, thankfully, not hospital clothes - I hated those.

”I'm so sorry, I failed Judy and Maya,” she said, which made my brow furrow.

Speaking of which, I had tried Judy's number when I returned to the country but it couldn't connect. Where the hell was he? Wasn't he supposed to protect Maya

”What do you mean by that?” I asked my sister. But when I saw new tears gush out from her eyes, I rephrase my question,” What happened to Judy?”

Her lips trembled which made a foreboding feeling arise from the pit of my stomach.

I knew Judy and Emily had been close which was none of my business. Perhaps before, I would have been against it but after Maya came into my life, I found out one had no control over who he or she falls in love with. For Emily to be this emotional, something must have happened.

”What happened to Judy?” I repeated my question yet impatiently this time.

”He's dead. Judy is dead,”

My expression shifted, ”What nonsense are you spitting?”

”It's the truth Niklaus, Judy is dead,”

I rubbed my face with my palm and back up till my hands slid down my hair. What's with the streak of disaster?