Twin Alpha's Sickly Mate

Chapter6

DALIA’S POV

One of the things the twins had dropped off when they came to see me was a tablet, which they said I could use to keep myself entertained. I truly needed it because I was bored alone in the room. I heard a knock on the door as I was watching a movie. I paused the movie as Jules entered.

She skipped into the room with a smile on her face. “Hey bestie, how are you doing today?” She asked.

I breathed in deeply. I didn't know we were already besties at that point. Here I was thinking I had no friends.

“How do you manage to always be this lively and happy all the time?” I asked her, genuinely curious.

She shrugged, “I can't help it; I am just a happy child, and hopefully, I can infect you too.”

I highly doubt that. Very soon I will return home and continue being the sickly child I have always been. I have never had friends, and this was just Jules being nice. I thought to myself. The thought made me a little sad, but at the same time, that is my life, and my parents must be looking for me.

“I don't know what you just thought about that made you so sad, but you can't be sad while you are with me.” She said.

“I didn't think of anything.” I said immediately, becoming defensive.

“I wasn't trying to pry. I am just trying to tell you that I have been charged with keeping you happy all day, and it is on that note that I came here to take you sightseeing around the territory.” She clapped her hands happily.

“Who told you to do that?” I asked.

“Your mates, oops, sorry. I meant the twins. I know you do not like that word, mate, so I will try not to use it a lot. Get up now, up! Up!” She hurried me.

“I don't think I have healed enough to be walking around just yet. Maybe next time.” I said to her, refusing to get up. I didn't want to get attached to her.

“You do not need to walk; I plan to wheel you around comfortably in a wheelchair so you do not have to stress yourself. And sincerely, you don't have an option; I am going to keep disturbing you until you agree to follow me outside.” She insisted.

“But I am tired. I just want to lie here and watch a movie.” I tried to convince her.

“You will love it outside, trust me. You haven't gone out for days now; it will do you some good to go outside and feel the fresh air.” She said.

I folded my arms on my chest, refusing to bulge.

"Okay, let's make a deal. If we go outside and spend just 5 minutes and, you still want to come inside, then I won't stop you. I will bring you right back and put you back in bed. How does that sound?” She made puppy eyes at me.

I couldn't get through to her; she was just like a ball of energy that, no matter what you try, her energy doesn't die down, and she was being very persistent. But I was very certain that I wouldn't want to stay outside, so her deal was a good one. “In just five minutes, I will be back,” I consoled myself. "Okay, fine, let's go.” I relented.

“Yes!” She whisper-yelled happily and rushed to bring the wheelchair closer.

Her happiness made me feel like I made a mistake agreeing to this. It was as though she had a plan to make me want to stay outside, but I already agreed, and there was no going back now.

She helped me out of bed and into the wheelchair.

The bright sun immediately hit my face as we got outside, and the nice dust-free air filtered into my nose and felt amazing on my skin. I closed my eyes for a minute and just relaxed, soaking in the sun and enjoying the fresh air, which was unlike the air filled with dust in the city. As I opened my eyes, I saw Jules standing in front of me, smiling.

My lips twitched as I tried to hold back my smile. “I know you want to say I told you so, but don't even say it or I will go back inside.” I warned,.

She raised her hands in surrender and made a sign to zip her mouth shut with her hand. She went behind me and pushed the wheelchair. As we moved, people around stopped to stare at me at intervals. Not in a bad way, but just in a curious way. Their looks didn't bother me, and that was the first time for me that I didn't feel bothered by people's stares. I never felt comfortable around people, but weirdly, I felt like I belonged here.

I shook the thoughts off, deciding to concentrate more on the beautiful scenery and calmness. Even the sound of children playing felt wonderful to hear. Jules was totally right; this was what I needed.

“Why did we stop?” I asked Jules when I noticed that we had stopped moving.

“I think sightseeing isn't what you need today. I just thought sitting under this shade and enjoying the fresh air would be much better. What do you think?” She asked.

“It's perfect; I love it here.” I replied as I looked around. The grass was so green and beautiful, and we were under the shade of a big tree, and just beside us was a little pond with very clean water.

She spread out a blanket and helped me onto it before she joined me. We just lay in silence.

“It feels strange, or maybe I am the one that feels different.” I suddenly blurted out.

Jules turned around and faced me. “You know you can tell me your thoughts. I know the past few days have been a lot for you, so you can talk; I will listen.” She said it with so much sincerity in her eyes.

Her words made me want to tell her all my thoughts.

“I can't explain the exact way I feel; I am scared because I am in a new place and everyone seems strange. I can't pinpoint exactly what it is about this place, but it is different and strange, and there is definitely something off about everyone I have met here. No offense to you.” I said.

She chuckled. “I am not offended.”

“But as much as I would hate to admit it, I feel a certain kind of peace here that I haven't felt in all my years of existence. I was always a sickly child; I never felt like I belonged. Not only because I was always sick, but I just never felt I was where I should be. It felt like something was missing in me. But ever since I got here, it has been different. I am at peace, and I don't feel empty. It almost feels like this is where I should be.”

“You sound like you are not supposed to feel that. Are you scared of something?” She asked.

I peered at her; I don't know how she does it, but she seemed to read me so well. “I shouldn't feel like that. I have my family to get back to, and they must be looking for me. As much as I feel at peace here, I can't stay. It feels like there is some sort of big secret here, like you are all hiding something and no one should ever find out about it. It feels dangerous; I feel uncomfortable. It makes me want to go home.” I told her the truth.

“I do understand you, but you will never get to know us better if you leave. I am not trying to convince you to stay; actually, Luna is already trying to contact your family so we can take you back home. Definitely, you will be home soon. But just think about it before then. This place is really nice, and it might just be the missing puzzle that you have been searching for all these years.

Sometimes the best things happen at the least expected times, and at the peak of our worries is when we are given what we need. I lost my parents early; I was just five years old at the time, and I was going to be sold, but this place saved me. I found my life here again. I still miss my parents from time to time, but I don't think I would have been this happy if I remained with them.

But more importantly, trust me when I tell you that some people will do anything you want just to have you here. I hope you don't run away just because you don't understand us,” She said.

Jules has been a very playful and unserious person since I got to know her. But at times like this, I saw another side of her, the serious part of her.

We laid back on the ground, and I let her words sink in. Did I really find peace here, or am I just in my feelings?