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Calista
(Twenty-Five Years Later)
Aunt Nance shrieks as the large raven dive bombs her again, pulling back to
take shelter behind the storm door while I stand on the covered porch,
trying not to laugh.
Ignoring her rants about bad omens and evil, I call out to the bird. I’m not
afraid of her, I never have been. She’s been hanging around our yard for as
long as I can remember, and Aunt Nance has been trying to chase her off
for just as long. She’s quite intelligent and friendly, and I wonder if she
must have been someone’s pet before she found her way into our yard.
“Birdie,” I coo. It’s not the most original name, but I think I was eight when
I came up with it.
She’d been there when I’d woken up from a coma that my Aunt Nance said
had been caused by a bolt of lightning that had struck too close. The same
bolt of lightning that charred the massive tree in our backyard, the same
storm that killed my father and put my mother into a nursing home for years
before her death. I don’t remember a thing, and though I’ve had many
questions over the years, I learned a long time ago not to ask them. Aunt
Nance was so traumatized by the storm that to this day, she flinches every
time there is thunder.
Strangely, I love storms. I find them refreshing and oddly comforting.
When I was younger, I’d imagine that my parents were sending the storms
from heaven to remind me they still loved me.
I have only fleeting memories of my childhood with them when they were
both alive, and most of those are because of pictures. The rest of my
memories are of visiting my mother in a long-term care facility. She was a
shell of her former self, completely catatonic and unable to talk or move,
much less take care of herself, and she wasted away. When I was thirteen,
we got the call that she had passed. There was no funeral.
Aunt Nance took most of our family pictures down from the walls around
the house, but I have an old album and a framed photo of the three of us on
my bedside table. I gaze at it most nights as I drift off to sleep, imagining
what I’d say to them if they were here.
Just another day toiling around the garden.
Had to see the doctor again today. After all these years, he still makes me
so uncomfortable.
I had another episode today, and the doctor is upping my medications
again. I told him they make me tired and drain all the color out of the
world, but he still says they’re necessary.
The dreams are back, but I haven’t told Nance because I don’t want to see
Dr. Bodin again so soon.
In my imagination, my father would wrap his arm around my shoulders and
my mother would grasp my hands in hers. They’d promise me we’d find
another solution, maybe try a new doctor.
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