Fairy Guardian - Friends Ch8

He just continued to make the omelet, as if, what was just unveiled meant nothing but noise in the room. 'King of the Fairy Realm' aka now Hall, because it's easier to say and write. Firstly, he gave me the entire wrong impression of him, sexy CEO look. Secondly, flirted with me like it meant something and then right after tells me my brothers' life is at risk. Thirdly, saved my life from a centipede killing monster. And lastly, is now making me an omelet. Yeah. Crazy Train. 

"Brother, when are you going back to your palace and leaving us peasants alone," Anna says in a voice held for kindergarten children. Her voice makes me cringe with a memory of my mother....

"Mom, I need to get to school," she looks at like the scum at the bottom of her shoe for talking when I was not asked to speak. "You will leave Carson Ann Carrington, when I say you will leave.  God has to be granting me all his love to put up with you every day of my life." My arm still hurts from her pinching me to get out of bed this morning. Apparently not moving fast enough. I know how to conceal my pain by from my face. My mother's all watchful eyes see everything and miss nothing. Eyes shells would be a blessing in my life. This is torture to have to be vigilant with everything I do or not do. I push my toes down to the ground to escape any pain I feel, physically or mentally. Why does God hate me so much? What did I ever do to him? I try to be good. My heart is being shredded my invisible hands, but I give no outward appearance of it. 

"Now you may leave but give your mother a kiss," moving her cheek to give me access. My belly does flips and cramps every time she wants to me get next to her. It's like living with Jekyll and Hyde personality, never know who I am going to get. Straining my back muscles to lean in to touch her lightly with my lips. The smell of orange blossom perfume surrounds me. She made me hate the smell of oranges. 

Briefly kissing her makeup covered face trying not to smear anything, getting it done quickly, I stand right up and head for the door.  I learned once never walk away too fast or else. Last time, her hand coming hard upon my head, like brick falling on you. That incident hurt for a week. Adapt. Learn. Survive. Walking not too fast to the front door. Almost there.  A book hits the front door. Romance novel. Digging my toes into my black Velcro tennis shoes. Show no reaction.  My mother was displeased; this did not bode well for me when I returned home. Opening the door, heard her mumble, "You're such a disappointment. Why can't you be like Jeremy?" 

Coming back to the kitchen and the sound of plate being placed under my nose with smell of fresh vegetables. Startled me. My shook like a shiver of cold air drifted down my body. Why does she still haunt me. My mother can still affect me. I want to hate her, but I feel sorry for her. Digging my toes into my cute summer yellow sandals. My stomach does not seem to care about the horrific memory but the present moment being hungry. "Eat Carson, then we can talk." Hall moves away and walks out of the kitchen. I eat slowly trying to make the memory fade.

"I am sorry Carson," Anna says to me. "Excuse me?" Turning towards her and she looks upset by something. "I am a selfish brat. I am working on it,' gently placing her hands on my shoulder to offer comfort but felt like someone that definitely felt forced.  Trying not to stiffen by her touch. No idea why she triggers Momma memory horrors but it's not her fault my childhood was bad.

"You don't have to apologize to the human. She had no idea everything that you have been through with Hallious,' the real charmer had to speak. 'Michael, I always appreciate your unhelpful feedback."  Finishing my dinner, breakfast, or was it lunch. Always sunny skies outside, the front lake look was getting pretty creepy. Pretty sure same cloud coverage as well. "What time is it?"

"Michael can you please go and help Hall with whatever he needs, so he can leave." Michael gives me another dirty look, which I went old school and put my finger up. Almost came back, until Mrs. Perfect, cannot do anything wrong, put her perfect hand up and gave him a shooing signal. Finally, he leaves the room. I should not judge her or any of these fairy folk. 

"I want us to be friends. Taking the seat next to mind on the kitchen island. If you are to be my guardian, then we should first be friendly. Yes?" Placing her hand on top of mine. Looking down at it, I felt a rush of guilt. Without her saving me, I would not be here at all or got the makeover of the century with wardrobe included. Making myself give her my best-effort genuine smile. Sometimes her looks really do give you polar express vibes, that you got a golden ticket if you get a smile. Now she was a hugger. Her mannequin like hugs was her way of trying, and so my arm wrapped around her back in with some warmth and gratitude. 

"Seeing you with Hall actually trying to console you, made me angry. In our whole childhood, not once was he there for me. Perfect Hallious, soon-to-be King."  Her face was starting to get the red blotchy look that mine gets when I cry. Instead of talking, replying, or in general make any attempt at conversation I wanted her talking. People tend to tell you everything when they feel someone is actually listening. I am sure the Fey are no different than Humans. Like she read my mind.

"You know, Fey is not that different from humans. We have the same emotions as you, but we have the power to do something right then and there about it. Whoever had more magical made it harder on the ones with lesser magic. In your world, someone small could get hurt by someone larger but here it's the person with the bigger magical punch. For instance, a phoenix is a strong magical beast, one of the strongest but if a Hybrid Troll crosses its path. The Troll could easily turn the phoenix into a butterfly."

She got up and walked around the room, this was exciting to learn more and maybe can some valuable information if the road got rougher. Knowledge is the key. "I will not bore you with all the facts but say, we Royals, are the most powerful Fairy beings in all the realm but the one taking the crown will have the most power. Feys in general covet power like humans covet money. The more you have the more things that you can do." Not entirely liking what I am seeing with her zealous looks and unhealthy appreciation for power hungry control of others. 

"Now I want you to know, I do want more power, but I could never hurt anyone to get it. I saved Michael, the twins, Basil, and now you. I just don't like that Hallious has it and lords it over all of us." Now I felt words were necessary, "That must be hard to be a Royal but not The Royal."  Looks at me like I just passed a crucial test and goes on in a sing-song voice, "See my parents, the King and Queen of the Fairies, had five children, and each child is in charge of the five factions of Fairies. The Purebloods, Hybrids, Night Walkers, Elementals, and the Beasts.  I will not bore you with too much Fairy political systems, you will learn all about Fairy history as you stay her longer." 

Coming to give me another hug, like she was now a hugger. Weird. But I am here only with her good will. Less mannequin and more benevolent grandmother. "Let's get you to bed. Time is not the same here. We fairy folk keep to the hours that recharge our batteries. Magic has a cost and has its limits. Every fairy needs to keep the hours that most benefit them. Also keep close to them that which recharges their battery, which most fairy keeps to themselves. Each fairy has its own magic with its own rules. No one truly shares that information; out of respect I would not ask. Again, too much for you right now. But I do not want you to say the wrong thing to the wrong fairy and end up a bug." 

Death bug billion legs on my throat, gives me throwing up this omelet. Touching my throat to keep the food in my stomach. Anna did not notice my discomfort but goes on, 'My peak hours are from noon to midnight. My house is attuned to me, so it will have a look of daytime but really it might be nighttime. Confusing, I know but you will acclimate. Give it time." Pushing me off my chair and giving me a side hug, "Off to bed with you. I don't really have any friends because most are afraid of me or think I am to pretty to speak too." At least her personality includes having a healthy dose of confidence. 

We make it down the hall when a shadow appears and moving quickly towards us. Moving fast I put myself around Anna and shield her from whatever that is. Death wish or protect my benefactor. 

"MOVE!" Pushing Anna to the floor. Two seconds later blue fire erupts over us. I was directly over her, and she was looking at me like a puzzle she can't quite figure out. "Can you get off me, you're not very light." Moving quickly and jumping up. She reaches her hand up to me, trying very hard to not roll my eyes again. Princess. Check. We both look down to the char remains of something. In a whisper voice that only I could hear, 'I guess this makes you my best friend."