Generation 8, Chapter 9 : Two years sure go quickly.

Two years had gone by and things had changed, for the good ... and the bad.

Jubilee eventually had a baby boy, which they named Creig Anderson - Cronwell. There were minor complications during the birth but in the end, both Jubi and Creig recovered perfectly. Creig is just a few months over one and he is already walking and saying word here and there! I had never seen Ceallach look and be so happy until his son was born and just from that I could tell they would both be willing to have more children, hopefully soon! Also, not long after Creig's first birthday, Ceallach proposed to Jubilee and she said yes! 

On the other hand, my life got somewhat better and obviously, somewhat worse...

That night I accidentally killed Andrew still haunted me, night after night throughout these past two years. Paranoia, regret and pure resentment flooded through my head, every single night I went to sleep, alone. I'd look over to the other side of my bed and see an almost imaginative outline of Andrew ... And sometimes, even cry myself to sleep.

I knew I had to stay strong, or someone would catch on and figure out what I had done. Ceallach never spoke of the death again since the day he told me not to say a word, it was almost as if he just brushed that event out of his life.

And then there was Janet.

That very same night I k-killed Andrew, and also when Janet say the whole scene and ran off ... S-She never came back, she ran and kept running. Her clothes are still here, her bedroom hasn't been touched, because she never came back ...

Ceallach and Jubilee were lucky enough to have a beautiful, healthy and clever boy. Although he was pretty noisy around the house, he was always a delight to be around!

''Auntie, help me! Mummy and daddy wants me to sleep but I don't wanna!'' He called out to me, while he tried to escape from his dad's overpowering arms!

''Stella he just won't go to sleep! Maybe you can try, since you do have the magical touch on little Creig!'' Ceallach said, winking at me.

''Sure thing, anything for my favorite little nephew!'' I replied, jumping out of my seat, not forgetting what I was just thinking about and walked over to tend Creig.

''Listen here Creig, don't you think it's time for your nap!?'' I said happily to him, almost negotiating the fact of him sleeping or not!

''No Auntie! No sleep for me!'' He said, giggling away soon after I put him in his playpen.

''Would this make you sleep?'' I asked him in a weird accent, making a funny face and consequently making him giggle away once more!

''No Auntie, that's a stupid face!'' He stuttered out, still giggling his little head off.

''Hey! Be nice to your old Auntie up here!''

''I'm sowwy!''

''It's okay little man, I'm only joking with you!'' I smiled at him once more as he giggled even more.

''You're good with children you know, Sis.'' I heard Ceallach say, admiring me and Creig playing together.

''You think so? Thanks!'' I replied.

''Of course I do! You'll be great mother, you know, once you have children!'' He said jokingly, as well as winking at me.

''Er - yeah, sure I will ...'' I said awkwardly, imagining myself actually being a M-mum ...

'' ... Anyway, Ceallach I need to tell you something ....'' I said awkwardly once more, scratching my neck. ''I think it's time I find another place for myself, you know, to give you, Jubi and little Creig a bit more space to live in.'' As I said that, he took a step back and looked at me in a very peculiar way.

''Stella, you don't have to move out! We brought this place together, it's your just as much as it's ours!'' He replied, trying to persuade me not to move out ... But I had already made up my mind.

''Ceallach trust me, it's okay. I've already signed the Deed in your name and I've even found a nice little apartment located near to the beach, not far from here! It'll all be fine!'' I explained to him.

''Are you sure about this Stella?'' He asked me once more.

''Positive! Now go and explain to little man over there why I'm moving out!'' I told him, pointing at Creig, sucking his own little toe!

Once I went into my bedroom to pack the remaining clothes I had in my closet, I came across a squashed up photo booth picture of Andrew and I and I just B-broke down ...

''Why did this fucking happen to me, WHY ME!? I didn't ask for an abusive boyfriend, I may of led him on but I never asked for him to be abusive! And I didn't even mean to kill him, I just wanted him to pay for what he done to me that night ... I just never mean to kill him!'' I said to myself, slurping up my fast- running tears. I shook my head, got myself together, wiped my tears and carried on packing.

''Mummy, Daddy, I don't want Auntie Stella to leave!'' Creig said, tugging quite firmly onto my leg. I looked down at him and smiled, hoping Ceallach would explain what was happening ...

Jubilee looked at Ceallach, and he looked back, then she sighed and began explaining to him why I was leaving.

''Baby, Auntie Stella has to move out now, don't worry, she's not going far! She's just moving out so you can have so much more space to run around!'' Jubi explained, trying to make him feel better.

''Okay mummy, but Auntie has to come back and visit me!'' He demanded, I chuckled slightly and knelt down for him to give me a hug.

''Don't worry little man, I'm only down the street, just steal your dad's smartphone from his pocket and give me a call!'' I whispered to him, he grinned at me and gave me one last hug.

''Are you sure about this Stella, you don't have to -.'' Ceallach said, before I cut him off.

''Yes I do Ceallach, it's time! It's not like I'm moving city's, just down the road!'' I replied to him.

''Okay, but don't hesitate to drop in at any time you want!''

''I won't!'' I said, hugging my brother once more.

One part of me was happy to leave, to go somewhere new ... Yet one part of me was gutted, to leave my brother and adorable nephew.

Ten or so minuets later, I arrived at my new home. It seemed to be quite big for a one bedroom/one bathroom house; In fact, I'd say it was a terrace house because half of it is based on the main cliff-edge of the beach.

The main rooms of the house were furnished and other spare rooms had on or two pieces of furniture inside them.

As I surveyed the house quickly, my phone buzzed in my pocket and I took it out to see Ceallach calling me.

''Hey bro!'' I said.

''Hey sis, how's the new house? Is it furnished properly?'' Ceallach asked.

''It's perfect!'' I replied.

''Oh that's good! Oh crap, Creig's up and running around the house again, I'll call you back!'' Ceallach said, as I also heard Creig screaming in the background.

''Oh alright, talk to you later then!'' I said, hanging up and putting my phone on the counter.

I decided to eat my first meal, alone, on the terrace. I had a perfect view of Sunset Valley's original lighthouse and the beach and luckily that very evening, there was persistent summer breeze.

Some hours later, I changed into my pajamas and went back onto the terrace, walking on the cold, concrete ground with my bare, pale feet.

I couldn't help but look at the illuminating light from the lighthouse, then down at the lifeless bushed ... Which where I hid Andrew's body. I took a deep breath and honestly felt sick to death with myself, so I sat down.

As I rubbed my cold forehead, I reminisced about the good times I actually had with Andrew, most of them being at University.

The breeze got colder and colder so I drifted back inside, heading to the couch. Instead of watching Television, I sat there alone, almost in darkness, staring at the picture of Andrew and I on the wall ...

I sat there, and cried, and cried and cried ....

-- The Next Morning --

Somehow I fell asleep in tears on the couch and consequently, woke up on the couch, with dried tears and mascara rings all over my face.

''Ugh, I feel like complete shit ...'' I said out loud, to myself though.

''Damn right you do!'' I sudden, yet familiar face said behind me. I jumped up in complete fright and slowly turned around to see who was in my house.

''... J-Janet?'' I said, still cautiously questioning who was behind me.

''That's me.'' She said, letting out a small, evil laugh.

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Moving swiftly on, thank you for reading Chapter 9 of Generation 8 of The Cronwell Legacy, and again, sorry for the two weeks wait! I just came back from holiday and once again, I felt unproductive and unmotivated ... But not anymore!

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