Uncle

Chapter 11

Fifthteen years into the future...

Alex's P.O.V.

"It's a girl! I'm having a girl! I said to my friends who had gathered around me.

"Aaahhh!" They all squealed in unison.

One by one, the girls left and I started to clean up after the party. Since my husband was on a business trip till tomorrow, I started to let my mind wonder...

I started thinking of calling up my parents or Sam to tell them the good news. But then I remembered what they had done to me. They would never be forgiven for lying to me for so long.

I didn't notice I had been holding an empty can till the sharp metal cap sliced into my skin.

"Ow!" I yelled.

I bandaged my finger and tried to think of other things, but my childhood memories came floating back.

"You need to get revenge." Said a little voice from the back of my head.

"No." I argued with myself out loud till a knock at the door disrupted me.

"Honey! I'm home early!" My husband, Bobby said.

"Great! How was your trip?"

"Pretty good. But I missed you like crazy." He said.

I was just about to start making dinner when someone knocked at the door.

"Hello- MOM, DAD and SAM?"

I slammed the door as fast as I had opened it. I locked the deadbolt and closed the curtains when my little baby girl started to kick.

Bobby's P.O.V.

My newborn daughter, Athena Woods was so tiny. Her big blue eyes so full of wonder amazed me. She had the tiniest body because she was born three weeks early. But I still loved her with all my heart. My wife held our little girl and for the first time since she met me, her eyes were filled with hope and wonder too. And if I could wish for anything, it would be seeing those beautiful eyes once more. Because now Alex is gone, and all that's left is my daughter's hope and her big blue eyes.

Rose's P.O.V.

The news that Alex had passed away during her child's birth was shocking. I cried and cried. Nothing hurt more then to know she died hating me. And if there was life after death, I'm the one person she would come back to haunt.

So I started asking people to do rituals to make sure she was gone for good. But part of it was for myself to realise, she's really gone. And it's all my fault. I was mad she didn't tell me about Athena, so I killed her. And I am forever guilty.

Frank's P.O.V.

The funeral really was a reality check. Alex is really gone. Gone for good. Not coming back. I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. The flowed down my face as I set the rose on her chest. They lowered her into the ground and unveiled her headstone.

"We always expect to wake up tomorrow. But sometimes we never do. Cherish the moments you have now, so you don't regret them later." It read.

But I looked further down the headstone and in a font size I could barely read, it said,

It's all your fault.

I rubbed my eyes to see it better but the message seemed to disappear before my eyes-and everyone else's eyes too. They all looked at Rose and I knowing what we did to Alex was wrong. And now, she really had come back after death. I left the graveyard with my wife in tow and we went back home and started to pack.

We were not going to be haunted by our daughter. I got the tickets for Hawaii and we left California never to be seen again.