Chapter 21. Pigtails
Michael Angelo
Everything in me halted the minute I registered Blessy''s words. More importantly, the way she blurted
out the name.
Why does she sound like I messed up big time?
However, before I could even react to what she just said, my full attention went back to her when I saw
her cheeks turning red from anger and her eyes growing darker — the tiger brown eyes became a
darker shade of amber yellow.
Apparently, I made the little Alpha Princess upset.
And that''s not good, ording to the book about Alpha kids…
Shit! No RAMPAGE, please.
I have to stop Blessy before her control snaps since werewolf kids her age, especially with Alpha blood
like hers, cause more destructionpared to adults. Their anger, once not stopped in time, could kill
a thousand lives within an hour.
That would mean a massacre then, which will be punishable by death. And Blessy''s too young for
that...
No! My poor sister.
‘Damn it, Angelo! End your zoning out already and stop her this instant.’ Bear barked in my head,
making me frantically face my raging sister.
“I''m sorry Blessy, I didn''t mean to — ” I began to apologize.
“No, you don''t understand,” She uttered, cutting me off, “I''m losing her. I — I just...” She trailed off, her
lips trembling. Then, without a warning, I saw clear water tears began to roll down her cheeks.
‘Good job, dickhead. First, you got her upset. Now, you made our baby sister cry. Fucking great big
brother you are.’ Bearmented.
‘I was just trying to make herugh, you ass.’ I stated, annoyed.
‘Well, for the record, you failed dumbhead. Now, tryforting her. Maybe you''re better on that role.’
He ridiculed me, making me irritated.
‘Will you just shut up and try to help me here?’ I chastised, earning a growl from him.
‘Fine, I''ll talk to Mika.’
And with that, he disappeared in the back of my head once again; meeting Mika in their wolf realm, I
believe.
Blessy, on the other hand, was still crying in front of me and I let her, knowing she needed it. Though,
seeing her beautiful face turning bright red from the weeping, my panic sinks in.
“Hey, hey enough crying now, sweetie.” I cooed as I rub away her tears with my thumb, “Tell me, what''s
really bothering you?”
“Mikee, ‘her’ memories… blurry… it''s all” — she hup — “blurry... I — I can''t Mikee…” She trailed off,
whimpering while her almost cleaned hands were roughly wiping the tears away from her cheeks.
Hearing that though, and notpletelyprehending it, made me narrowed my brows at her — I''m
still on the panic side to even get a grasp of what she was saying.
“We all have our own special memories with N, sweetheart. It''s normal to remember as well as to
cry for it. It''s okay, don''t feel embarrassed about it.” I stated the first thing that came into my mind,
encouraging a smile at her.
“No!” She yells again, “You don''t understand, Mikee. N''s memories… my mind''s” — she touched her
head and tugged her hair harshly — “I''m losing her. I — I don''t want to forget, Mikee...” She exined
through her crying and that''s when I sense, there''s more to just being upset here.
Blessy, as sensitive as she was, doesn''t cry this much and this badly... unless otherwise, something
tremendous troubles her.
And then, I remembered...
The way she dered the word ''memories'' to me and then further exins that it was N''s, to the
way she furiously reacted to my silly joke that seemingly involved N, and I didn''t miss that part that
she said she was disturbed of losing memories of N, made me understand everything.
This was about N.
And Blessy, she never moved on from her.
I tugged her towards my chest and engulfed her into a warm embrace, not caring if dirt-stained my suit.
There, she cried harder.
Of course, Blessy is and still broken...
Three years ago, N was my little sister''s world. Their bond, unlike all of us, was deemed
inseparable. Perhaps of the fact that N became a second mother to Blessy; this was at the time
when Mom''s foreign illness showed up, making her unable to function at everything.
Their friendship started out from the spoon-feeding since Blessy was two when she first met a sixteen-
year-old N. Then, as Blessy was growing up, the magic of their rtionship also grew.
N, aside from the feeding, was also trusted to bathe, y and lull Blessy to sleep. When Blessy was
two and a half, N became her first teacher.
When my sister turned three, and her blonde locks were long enough to style, N would often do her
hair and they did, at some point, experimented on putting make-up on.
But their bond strengthened when Blessy turned four...
These were the times when boredom strikes them. The two devils would sneak out of the mansion and
explore the forest floor outside the castle grounds. They usually go to these dirty expeditions just to
search for insects and flowers.
However, what they both truly love — in times of tedium and being outside the pce — was ying in
the rain, not caring if mud would stain their clothes, hands, or feet. Sometimes, their faces when things
got rough between them.
Yeah, such lovely memories, and as much as I disliked recalling them, I couldn''t help it; I''ve basically
watched them grow.
Surely, they''ve been inseparable for that two long years, before N was… And for Blessy, being four
years old at that time, she couldn''t handle such a loss.
She actually acquired nightmares because of it...
Now that she''s seven, and three years of NO N by her side, I''m sure her memories of ‘her’ were
slowly fading away.
That''s why she''s really emotional and scared right now.
Come to think of it then, those activities in the forest that includes the rain, the mud was all N and
Blessy''s pastime.
Oh, so my little sister''s reliving the past…
I smiled inwardly, finally understanding the source of her troublesome behavior.
Not to mention, and the one that truly touched my heart was, her statement that she doesn''t want to
forget her, our N.
I know Blessy loved N, but never did I imagined this pure, unconditional loveing from her.
I hugged the little girl tighter.
“Is that the reason why you go out and y in the mud?” I asked when she finally stopped crying, a few
hups and sniffs here and there but she seemed calm now to answer.
“Yes.” She mumbled another hup escaped her throat. “I just want her memory to stay, to still be clear
inside my head. That''s why I keep on doing the same activities that we did. When she was… alive.”
She whispered thest part.
I nodded, letting her know I heard her.
“I understand, sweetheart. N would be very happy about that.” I said, lifting her chin to face me,
“Though next time, before you decided to y outside, bring me. Okay?” I asked, wiping the remaining
tears from her cheeks.
She scrunched up her nose which, surprisingly, was one of N''s habits.
I smiled at that.
“But you never go bored.” She argued, her forehead wrinkled in anger, “You always have mating balls
and I don''t like those whimsy balls anyway.”
“I know that little one, but it will only take an hour,” I softly said, taking off her tiara from her tangled
strands.
She grunted at me.
“An hour is too much.” She protested with an attitude now. “I''m only 7 Mikee, and 7-year-olds like me
don''t sit still. Besides, the ball is not for kids. Always for big boys like you, so why bother to have me
there?”
Great, my sister''s back to her original personality...
My smile widened.
“Because,” I paused and poked her nose, “you''re my sister and mating balls are a family matter, to
begin with,” I exined, currently brushing her curly blonde hair with my thick fingers now.
She frowned at my reason.
“But it''s about mates. Mika tells me I can''t have one until I reach eighteen.” She argued once more, her
fierce eyes looking at me.
I chuckled at that.
“That''s true and it''s alright sweetheart, it''s all about me tonight... No one''s looking at you. Besides, this
ball was already nned by Mother, so it can''t be helped.” I noted, encouraging her to smile now. “And
don''t worry, if someonees for you, I will surely break their necks,” I added yfully.
She gasped and instantly red at me. Then, her small arms crossed in front of her chest as she
huffed her cheeks at me.
Iughed at her cute behavior but I then pause, as I suddenly thought of our ruined look. I nce at my
silver wristwatch and saw it was already 6 pm. Only half an hour before the ball starts.
We can make it.
“Come Blessy, we need to clean up. I need to change” — I pointed out my now mud-stained ck suit
— “and so do you. I''ll call Nicole to get you a new dress to wear,” I said and made her stand from the
chair.
Nicole''s her nanny. A werewolf. Lovely olddy.
Shortly, the dark aura that covers her vanishes, as she happily nodded her head in agreement. She
dly then took a hold of my hand as we started to walk out of my room.
Unexpectedly, as we were halfway through the corridors leading to her room, Blessy tugged my hand
that was holding hers.
“Mikee, can you fix my hair then?” She asked, raising her head to look at me.
I nced down at her, furrowing my eyebrows out of confusion.
“Me? Why me?” I simply asked.
“Because I want to.” She cheerfully replied.
Now that perplexed me further.
“Sweetheart, I don''t do fancy hairs.” I paused and lifted her from the ground. Then, I positioned her on
my arms, dering, “Maybe pigtails, but that''s about it. Let Nicole do your hair the proper way for theN?velDrama.Org (C) content.
ball.”
She pouted at me.
“But that''s why I want you.”
I snorted.
“Because I do Pigtails?”
She excitedly nodded at me, making my forehead creased in deeper confusion.
I was about to follow up on the question when I instantly remembered something, making me
understand her request.
Of course...
N fixes her hair every day and it''s always on ‘pigtails’.