Ugh. I have the biggest headache. Sitting up alowly I glance over the room. Hmm.. I must've been out of it.

I rub my face with my hands, and it hits me..

I can't control the tears, and the lump in my throat, I can't swallow down.

Falling over on the bed, I start sobbing.

Dad would've been in my room by now to wake me up for breakfast and coffee, and now he'll no longer do that.

I'll no longer hear his voice. Feel his hugs. Have his comfort. I'm alone through this all. It hurts.

So lost in grief I hadn't heard the footsteps or seen the man walk into my room.

I suddenly felt a strong hand on my arm. I look up startled and our eyes meet.  Confusion on my face, along with with tears, I try to speak but I'm too distraught. 

He touched my cheek and I slightly flinched.

"Please don't fear me, Liam. I would never hurt you."

The way he caressed my face and the expression he held on his face, spoke truth to me.

"My dad-" I sobbed

"I know, love. I'm sorry."

I sat up and reached for him, his arms wrapped around me and held me tight. I'm a sobbing mess.

At this point I don't care that I don't know him, or how he's in my house.

He's the only comfort I have at this point. I had nothing else. No one else.

 

"Shh. I'm here for you, love. If you let me, I'll always be here for you."

I calm my breathing and wipe my tears. I look up at him. Our faces merely inches apart.

" Wh-Who are you?" I ask with a shakey breathe. My eyes roaming his face, and my goodness this man's face is the epitome of perfection. My eyes land on his lips, when he smiles so gently.

"My name is Okah."

Suddenly I smell the sweet aroma of food. "Did you make breakfast?"

He releases me from his hold and wipes my face.

"I did. I also put some water and medicine here at your bedside in case you had a headache when you woke up. Take them and go wash up. I'll meet you in the kitchen"

After I take the medicine Okah left me, I headed toward the bathroom. After relieving myself and washing up, and brushed my teeth, I stare at myself in the mirror. I look awful. So many thoughts are going through my head right now. Not just about Okah, but about my father, the company, the funeral.

I tell myself- "Just get through today Liam. One step at a time"

I dry my face and head to the kitchen. I smell coffee and bacon. Two of my favorites. As I round the corner, I spot Okah at the kitchen counter making a cup of coffee. Plates are already set at the table, and everything smells and looks, delicious. But then I'm aware of how dark it is in the house. So I head to the nearest curtain and swing it open.

I jump at the sudden dish hitting the floor followed by, what sounded like a cat hissing. I turn around confused but Okah is no longer standing at the coffee pot. I slowly make my way around the island in the kitchen and see Okah curlded in a ball,  panting hard with a slight hiss, and covering his face with his arms.

"Okah? Are you alright?"

No response. So take slow steps towards him and crouch down in from of him.

My body stiffens and I freeze.

My mind is racing

Ok think, what made him like this?

Red eyes? Could be many things.

Fangs? Could be a few things.

Hissing? Dang it! Think Liam!

All I did was open the curtains and he freaked out.

I look over at the window. And it finally hits me.

I look back at Okah and his response is unchanged. Still panting heavy with a slight hiss.

There is no way that vampires really exist. Is there?

I need answers.

"Okah? If you're scared of the light, don't be.

It can't hurt you in this house.  Dad had really sensitive eyes, so all the windows in this house are UV protected and they tint in the sun.

But I really need you to tell me what the heck is going on?"