Alpha's Nala

Legaxy 

Saturday.

I know I should have listened to my subconscious mind when she told me to stay in bed…

Get ourselves to rest a little longer, letting the cold weather engulfed us in a comforting hug, and allowing our skin to appreciate the soft sheets — both coming from the Queen size mattress and green plush pillows — a little better.

Not to mention, I am off today. So it should be enough reason to pin me down to bed and go back to that peaceful slumber some more.

Yet, I didn't.

Instead, and for some anonymous energy, I slowly got up from the comfort and tranquility of my bed — just around 6:30 am, and began stretching my stiff limbs. Then, just like a shot of lightning bolt, the overwhelming feeling of anxiety kicked in.

And that's when I remembered Seth's promise, which happens to be due today...

Obviously, my initial emotion for that sudden recollection was relief. Like hooray! I will finally get to hear the answers that I have been PATIENTLY waiting for —

Wait, hold up... Did I say PATIENTLY? 

Well, about that — it's not entirely true...

Actually, I've been dying to know the reason behind the guarding job — the why me and why Seth typical questions bombarding my brain — that it honestly got me to a point where I became paranoid about my safety.

There were days when I cautiously eat my meals at work, thinking that maybe the food was poisoned. Then, there were times when I constantly turn my head to check my surroundings if there were any signs of threat. Let's not forget how I became fully attentive to whom I talk to, thinking that maybe it was an imposter and not the real person I knew.

And to think that, that was only four days ago…

how glad I am that the time had come for Seth to actually spill the beans — if this took longer than it should have, I don't think my sanity could take

crazy if the

out the truth tonight — to resolve the communication barrier issue that

see, we are an open family. Our bond revolves mostly around communication; We don't hide things from each other, rather, we share and express freely — especially, our

our weird behavior, or me having to avoid simple discussions that included ‘him’ and his new ‘role’ in the security forces

for not informing everybody, but the way he tackled this case and made me lie to our parents for four straight days brought doubt to my mind. His fairness on judgment when it comes to family matters, particularly with me — whom I should remind him was always the victim here, were not really that

becoming selfish… or genuinely, afraid — I don't know

far too long.

to

now, I went down to the kitchen and prepared breakfast for the family — well, for Mum, Dad, and me

the guarding obligation, came back to live with us. However, he doesn't really stay here that long and keeps on

back to the original intention; prepping food

scrambled eggs and honey-flavored bacon for the two of them. As for me, I only added toast since I love some warm bread in the morning. Also, a good excuse for using that

the reasons, I readied everything I needed and

and Dad descending from their room upstairs — guessing all dressed

on the other side of the house. However, their senses were more heightened than me

smell it. I heard them literally ending their lively conversation and within that second — while I placed the utensil on a drying rack, both were hastily shuffling towards the

parents decided to have the kitchen and the dining room intricately designed to function as a one-room — no walls to divide each space. That's why, when Mum and Dad entered the big room from the

upon seeing me there

they don't let me cook — unless Mum was there to direct me. They do let me clean the house, wash the dishes and do some laundry without supervision, but that's about

difficult, or dangerous for me — as per

their alarmed gapes as I took a carton of milk

her green eyes widened in horror upon realizing what I just did, “You know, you should have called me…” She uttered as she walked slowly

smiled softly at

and eat, before you go.” I announced as I placed the milk on the center of the glass table, “You too, Papa.” I added, stopping Dad from his attempt at sneaking