Free Alien Romance: Step Alien (Sci-Fi Paranormal Romance) (SciFi Invasion Short Stories) by S.T. Miller Page B

even came close to displacing me. And it was the same for me, even when I started school and met a whole horde of little boys and girls; I still loved Blake the best.
     
     
    So our friendship and love for each other continued to grow and strengthen, creating a powerful bond between us. I was to realize much later that it was a bond which transcended time and space.
     
     
    Happy and secure in my life, untouched by sadness or troubles of any kind, I was completely unprepared to face the tragedy which descended on us soon after Blake’s fourteenth birthday.

 
    Chapter 2: A Mysterious Disappearance
     
     
    One day he was home, teasing me about boys, helping Daddy with the yard work and complimenting Mommy on her cooking and the very next day he was gone.
     
     
    Disappeared.
     
     
    Vanishing into thin air like a wisp of smoke as suddenly and mysteriously as he had first appeared.
     
     
    My parents called all his friends but nobody had seen him or heard from him all day. In fact they soon came to know he hadn’t been at school either. Frantic with worry, they called the police . Search parties were quickly organized and the surrounding areas were scoured with a fine toothcomb but nothing could be found. Not a clue, not a hint, absolutely no sign of Blake. It was as if he had never existed. Everyone feared he had been kidnapped.
     
     
    My parents spent every waking moment either glued to the phone or running to the front door in the hopes that someone would call or leave a note asking for a ransom. But no such call ever came. After days and weeks of searching, the police arrived at the conclusion Blake must have been kidnapped by the same people who had left him at our doorstep to begin with.
     
     
    My parents were inconsolable with grief at his loss…their beloved son. As for me…I think I was shell shocked. I felt as though someone had ripped out my heart, torn it in half and ran off with it. I felt incomplete without my brother and best friend.
     
     
    I lay awake for hours at night concentrating all my attention on Blake and calling out to him in my head. Growing up, our connection to each other had been so strong we often had the uncanny ability to almost read each other’s thoughts. I clung to the belief that somehow he would be able to sense what I was asking the way he used to.
     
     
    “ Where are you Blake? ”
     
     
    “ Please come home now Blake, we miss you so much. ”
     
     
    “ Are you hurt? Are you unwell? ”
     
     
    But he never answered my pleas. It all felt like such a cruel joke I kept waiting for him to walk through the doors at any minute and say haha gotcha! I kept this hope alive for endless weeks and months until I was forced to face the fact he would never be returned to us.
     
     
    The police officers told us bluntly that after such a long period of time, it was highly unlikely they would find any trace of him. In fact . chances were high he was no longer with us at all. But still we had hope, I felt certain that had Blake died somehow, my heart would have sensed it and known. I think Mommy and Daddy felt the same way because we talked about him all the time in the present tense and discussed plans for the future like family vacations with Blake in mind.
     
     
    But then one day, we stopped and I knew they had reached the point where all hope had died. They no longer expected him to ever be returned to us. I too stopped watching the door or jumping at every phone call thinking it was him.
     
     
    In the months and years which followed, I grew up from the sheltered, naïve little girl who believed life was filled with magic and fairies into a thoughtful, grounded teenager who had tasted and lived through life’s most bitter sorrow and pain.
     
     
    Little did I know then , this tragedy in my life was shaping me for my future. It was preparing me for the role I would eventually play where my courage would be tested on a daily basis, where my kindness and strength would be