His Personal Maid ✔

CHAPTER 63- ETERNAL BLISS

Someone somewhere was giggling.

Florence and Jayden simultaneously turned towards the concentrated direction of the joyful voice. Lo and behold, they feasted their eyes on a little boy with dark wavy hair, deep blue eyes and the biggest smile they'd ever seen. A younger version of himself ran in circles, hand in the air with his toy airplane, giggling to no end.

Jayden turned back to Florence who had done the same, and without warning, she sprinted off for the little boy. Jayden immediately ran after her, yelling, "Get away from him!"

His demands had fallen on her deaf ear as she had quickened her steps, quite shocking for a woman her stature.

Anger, hurt, and determination drove Jayden to the little, innocent boy faster than Florence's feet could ever carry her. He swiped the boy into his arms and locked him in a deep embrace. An embrace that promised the boy that he was protected.

When he turned back to deal with Florence, she too had disappeared.

The little boy then asked delightedly, "Are you here to play with me?"

"What is this place?" Jayden absentmindedly asked out loud as he took a second to scan the pine trees, the hotless sun, the swarm of birds and the big beautiful blue sky that ran across the horizon.

"You're new here!" The deep blue-eyed boy exclaimed, his excitement soaring above the clouds as he wriggled out of Jayden's arms to the ground, brushing his tiny hands over his blue shirt before stretching out his hand, "This is my home. Let's go to my toy collection!"

Jayden regarded the boy's hand. His hand. How small and delicate his fingers were. Happiness projected from the boy's eyes which had hazel sprinkled in blue hues, and from his wide smile, revealing small white teeth.

Jayden didn't take the boy's hand. He decided to carry the boy so he was protected in his arms in a warm embrace, and the boy excitedly directed him to his toy collection.

They walked on smooth concrete which parted the greens of the land in a long straight line, proportioned into divisions of squares as Jayden stepped in a square at a time.

Lil Jay had an arm wrapped around the stranger's neck, a stranger who it seemed he had known for a very long time despite having just met him today.

Jayden asked as he walked over the cool concrete, "Where are your parents?" Benevolent chirps from birds that sat atop several oak trees contributed melodiously to the serenity of the land.

This was peace.

"They aren't home, yet," Little Jay replied, absentmindedly flying his plane over Jayden's head and landing it on Jayden's thick curls.

A smile tugged at the corners of Jayden's lips as the little boy ordered, "You have five minutes to get off my plane, passengers."

Jayden was amused by his charisma. His cheerfulness. His joy was infectious.

But suddenly, a thick, foggy stream of darkness egressed from within the toy plane, sneakily diffusing into the clear sky.

The chirping of the birds had ceased as the terrible fog continued to gather into a mini ball high above.

In a matter of silent seconds, the ball was harshly obliterated by forces unseen, evaporating into thin air like it never existed, almost as if an unwelcome spirit had been cast away.

Before Jayden could process what had just happened, the little boy obliviously reminded, "This way. My collection is fifteen minutes away. Let's go."

As this peculiar journey continued, a disturbing scene came into Jayden's view from his right.

It was his sixteenth birthday, and eighteen-year-old Kira had been sitting on his bed with him, her two hands clasped onto his as she inquired, "Why did you skip therapy yesterday?"