<b>Chapter </b><b>189 </b>
<i>Kai’s </i><i>POV</i><i>: </i>
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<b>42 </b>
After learning the full truth about Gracie’s birth. I decided to tell her about my ns and why I wanted to wait until September to announce everything and celebrate her birthday.
“So, <i>that’s </i><i>why</i><i>. </i><i>It’s </i><i>not </i><i>that </i><i>I </i><i>didn’t </i><i>want </i>to <i>celebrate </i><i>your </i><i>birthday </i><i>or </i><i>announce </i><i>our </i>engagement, I <i>just </i>wanted to make <i>sure </i><i>we </i><i>gathered </i><i>everything </i><i>on </i><i>the </i><i>Rochesters</i>. <i>I </i><i>want </i><i>this </i><i>party </i><i>to </i><i>be </i><i>the </i><i>day </i><i>of </i><i>your </i>Triumph and <i>rebirth</i><i>.</i>”
Gracie’s eyes widen at the word rebirth. It was as if that word had some type of effect on her. After the meeting with Thorton, it seemed like something had been troubling her. Like it was something she had been keeping from me. At first I thought she was still reeling from learning about Sharon. But then one night…for the first time since we’d been together, Gracie had a nightmare.
<i>“</i><i>Ah</i><i>!! </i><i>The fire!!! </i><i>Please</i><i>!! </i><i>Don’t </i><i>leave </i><i>me</i><i>!!!</i>”
I was jolted out of my sleep at the sound of Gracie’s screaming.
<i>“</i>Please!!!! <i>Help </i><i>me</i><i>!!!</i>”
<i>“</i><i>Gracie</i><i>! </i><i>Gracie</i><i>!!! </i><i>Come </i><i>on </i><i>baby</i><i>! </i><i>Wake </i><i>up</i><i>!!</i>”
Gracie’s eyes opened in a panic. She began to quickly look around the room as she checked her arms.
Sweat was dripping down from her forehead, and she had tears in her eyes. Her breathing was erratic
as she gripped my shirt. I’d never seen her this frightened before.
I took her into my arms embracing her close.
“Hey, it’s okay. It’s <i>okay</i>. <i>It </i>was <i>just </i>a <i>dream</i><i>. </i><i>Your </i><i>sa-</i>”
“No it wasn’t<i>!! </i><i>It </i><i>wasn’t </i>a dream!!! <i>I</i><i>….</i>”
Gracie began crying, what was going on? I slowly pulled her from me and looked into her eyes.
“Gracie…<i>talk </i>to <i>me</i><i>. </i><i>What’s </i><i>wrong</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>
<i>“</i><i>I </i><i>can’t</i><i>. </i><i>You </i><i>wouldn’t </i><i>believe </i>me if I <i>told </i><i>you</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
“<i>That’s </i><i>not </i><i>true</i><i>. </i><i>Hey</i><i>…</i>look <i>at </i><i>me</i>. <i>There’s </i><i>nothing </i><i>you </i><i>can </i><i>tell </i>me <i>that </i><i>I </i><i>wouldn’t </i><i>believe</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
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Gracie stared at me for a moment before wiping her eyes.
<i>“</i><i>The </i><i>fire</i><i>…</i>it <i>wasn’t </i><i>just </i><i>a </i><i>dream</i>. <i>I </i><i>really </i><i>did </i><i>die </i><i>in </i><i>a </i><i>fire </i>caused <i>by </i><i>my </i><i>sister</i>. <i>Afterwards</i>, I <i>was</i><i>…</i><i>I </i><i>was </i>
<i>reborn</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
<b>42 </b>
I stared at Gracie inplete disbelief. REBORN!!! What! How!!!
After the shock wore off, Gracie told me everything about her previous life. Everything was the same except for one crucial point. In her previous life…she married Brooks. That one horrific decision led to another five years of pain and abuse…and ultimately…her death.
“<i>I </i><i>know </i><i>this </i><i>sounds </i><i>crazy </i><i>and </i><i>I </i><i>understand </i><i>if you </i><i>don’t </i><i>believe </i><i>me</i>.<i>” </i>
It did sound crazy…I mean the whole idea that someone could be reborn. But I did believe her. Her eyes…they had been trying to tell me this story the entire time and I had been to blind to see it.
That night, Gracie was able to tell me everything. I remember feeling huge waves of guilt and anger. How the hell could her ‘<i>husnad</i>‘ just leave her there to die!! If I waken up sooner in her previous life, maybe I would have been able to save her! The thought of her burning alive…the suffering she must have went through. There was a rage burning deep inside of me. The Rochesters …Jonathan…they would all pay. For this life and thest.
When she finally fell asleep, Gracie looked peaceful again. It was as if all the weight she had been feeling from these past two lives had finally been lifted. The next morning, she was still asleep. Exhausted no doubt. I decided to get up and make her some breakfast.
“Good <i>morning </i><i>dear</i><i>. </i><i>Where’s </i><i>Gracie</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>
My mother sat at the breakfast nook sipping her tea while reading a book, Gracie told me how she and dad mourned her and went to her memorial. I’ll forever love my parents for that.
“She’s still sleeping. I <i>thought </i><i>I’d </i><i>make </i><i>her </i>some <i>breakfast</i>.<i>” </i>
My mother looked at me with a strange expression. I wasn’t sure what her expression meant. Shortly after, she smiled warmly.
That was weird.
18:46 Mon<b>, </b>Sep <b>15 </b>
“Burn those who burned me!”