Chapter 380: 1-4

Moving the wand image over aunt Julia’s stomach Jack focused on the screen, “First, you’re baby is healthy, nothing is wrong here. However,” he moved the wand back, to it’s first original spot, “Because Chelsea healed you there maybe be some affects to your…” Jack tapered off. “So she fixed be a little too well?” Grant asked in a high pitched voice, “No, the excess blood and the way she healed you may have sped up or enhanced your…” again he didn’t finish the sentence, “Hey, Oakley, why don’t you and I head back to the house to get the screening room ready for tonight?” Chelsea asked standing. I glanced back at aunt Julia and Grant, the both of them dazed and wide-eyed. “Is something wrong with the baby?” I asked Jack. He shook his head quickly, “No everything is just as it should be, but the baby is developing faster than normal, that’s all,” he swore so I left with Chelsea. . . . While helping Chelsea make dinner, I was lost in thought; a large part of my mind was stuck on daddy, wondering more about how his life back home was carrying on. “Do – are you really curious Oakley? To know what’s going on back home with your father?” Chelsea asked me point blank. I sprinkled the cheese on the pizza I was making; did I really want to know what was going on with daddy back home? I thought of him often, but not with uncle Grants questions I was thinking of him in a whole new way. It wasn’t that he was all to blame. I knew that. However the things he could have prevented, the things that hurt me, I was starting to see that those were choices. He decided to have Sarah and Amelia move in. They weren’t his responsibility, Ben and I were. When he was starting to bring them in our home, when I had already said I didn’t want that to happen, he could have taken a step back. Daddy hadn’t. Uncle Grant said I couldn’t go back and change things, I understood that to an extent, but it didn’t change the fact that now I could go back and see the moments in time where daddy could have made a difference. And because of that, because I could go back and see where the mistakes were, I was fighting my own mind, my own heart. “Things were bad long before Sarah and Amelia came along, it just got worse-” I stopped turning to her, “I want to know.” Her green eyes sought mine out, just observing me, and looking for something, probably reading my mind too, I smirked when she snorted. “Your dad contacted mine, he was making trouble asking questions that would bring attention his way, and he told my father that we were related. That our mother had them in common,” I nodded, “Is – was that wrong?” Chelsea sighed, “Yes it was sort of wrong, because he can’t take on the people that he’d be bringing his way.” I guess I could understand that, daddy didn’t have any knowledge of shifters, or anything like that, all the information I was given, was given to me here on the island. I could see where Chelsea was coming from, “How did you stop him from looking for information?” She looked at me, but her eyes seemed to burn, before she rolled her eyes, “Logan, he is the one we have on the outside, the only person we’ve told that we are alive here. He’s the one that brings us all our supplies. He hands his lists to those working for him, they collect the items we ask for, and Logan brings them here.” “Well, when he learned that your father and mine were meeting and demanded a blood test there wasn’t enough time to gather everything that would have yours and Ben’s DNA, so…” she squared her shoulders. “They blew up your house,” my eyes widened, I couldn’t so much as blink. “You – they – he – Logan blew… up… our… house?” I stuttered the words out slowly. My heart racing, “Like our car – the house was blown up like you blew up the car?” Chelsea nodded, “Yes, no one was in the house, and they made it look like someone left the stove on and that caused the fire, but it removed all your DNA, Bens’ as well.” I was starting to see that daddy hurt me but I didn’t want him gone, forever. I also knew that he would never put me first, but I couldn’t let that bother me, because I had to put me first. You started doing so already Oakley, back in Middleburg in that hospital room, you put yourself first, Byrdie told me. “You know, your wolf is right,” Chelsea murmured. “I waited too long,” I whispered back, my hand going to my wrist immediately, but she shook her head, “No you just held on until you couldn’t anymore, there’s nothing weak in what you did Oakley… if you would have never tried, of ended things the way you wanted when you first heard your wolf’s voice in your head, then that would’ve been when you didn’t fight or try hard enough.” She finished turning back to her own pizza, adding pepperoni. “So where is daddy now?” “He’s staying with your grandmother and grandfather on their farm.” “Do you know when they’ll get their own place again?” Chelsea snorted, “Did you know that your mom left accounts for you all?” I nodded. “Well she bought the house you were in, and if something were to happen to it, that money – the insurance money, from the house will go into those accounts, you’re fathers name was never placed on that deed.” “So now daddy gets those accounts?” I questioned. “No… Anya, Norine… our mother… your father has never had access to that money, not even the accounts that paid your tuition. Right now, since they believe that you are gone, your mom gave strict instructions that those accounts will be given to shifter orphanages.” I stopped working on my pizza, “So – daddy has no money?”