The question echoed wildly in Rekha's ears over and over like the ringing of a tiny bell. She was not expecting Edward to ask her such a question, especially since he was the one that locked her mories away.
The thought of her past erased mories had been on her mind since the mont she had talked to old man Lee. Rekha had thought long and hard about what she wanted and decided that she would request Edward to unblock her mories because she wanted to know what had happened in the last monts of her parent's death.
She wanted to hear their last words, perhaps they had told her to do sothing or pass on a ssage and she had no idea.
She had been worried about how to broach the subject with Edward. In case he refused her request, she planned to ask the Saxon spirit to help because Phoebe had told her it could do it.
If she had the ability, she would have done it on her own, but the art of unblocking mories was not as simple as it seed, not every guardian could do it. One needed to know the exact spell and thod that was used to block them and where to poke around in the mind otherwise the one whose mories were being tampered with could get injured up in the head, sotis even the slightest mistake could cause situations like madness, brain hemorrhage and death in the worst-case scenario.
Edward continued to study her quiet reaction reading anything he could from her facial expressions. "I am still against it to be honest with you Rekha. Maybe you don't rember the past, but I do. Back then, you hardly slept without sedatives and when you managed to sleep you would jolt out of it because of nightmares. You were losing your mind, you walked around like a zombie and during the day, all you did was sit in the corner and draw horrific pictures of creatures that looked like demons." He paused to recover his breath as cold air seeped into the house through a partially open window.
So of the pictures the spoke of where in a desk in his study, locked away. If she wanted to take a look, he was willing to show them to her.
"And did I ever tell you how I survived or what I saw?" She asked, cocking her head to look at him.
Shaking his head, Edward took another sip of the coffee. "You were in no condition to talk to anyone, as soon as the question was asked, you would scream and cover your ears. I found the best psychiatrists for you, but they were unable to get you to say a word. I was left with no option but to seal those mories, they were too disturbing for a child to live with.
The mont I did, you beca a happy child with no worries or pain. You were curious about the whereabouts of your parents of course so I told you about the accident but made it sound simple. You have lived a pretty okay life without those mories or the knowledge of your parent's death, but things have changed, now you know. So, I ask again, do you want those mories back? I will respect whatever choice you make; those mories are rightfully yours." His voice was steady but edged with worry. She had a good life, what was the point to recalling such painful mories?
He was worried that she would go back to being that haunted little girl she once was and walk down a dark lonely path of revenge, consud by hatred.
Rekha was glad to hear the concern in his voice and even gladder that he was being honest and leaving the final decision in her hands. "Uncle Edward, I have thought long and hard about this and I have co to the conclusion that it is best that I rember what happened that night. I am an adult now; I cannot run from it forever.
Besides, I have seen a lot of scary things as a guardian which ans that I can handle whatever is in those mories better today than I did when I was child. So, the answer to that question is yes. I want my mories back." She answered calmly, though with steel in her voice.
It was the answer he had been expecting to hear from her. If he was in her position, he would make the sa choice hell if sowhere in his mory was the truth about his father Cillian's death, he would be the first to want to know.
Nodding his head, Edward raised his eyes to et hers. "Rekha I am not a fool; I cannot pretend not to know why you want your mories back now. From the determination in your voice I can tell that you plan to find whatever person or thing that killed your family and return the favor. Am I wrong?" He asked, cracking his knuckles one after the other.
She looked away from him for a mont, knowing that she did not want to lie to his face or disappoint him again. A montary hush fell between them before Rekha responded.
"You are wrong uncle; I just want to find out who took that key because it is important. As for whoever or whatever killed my family, I would never tackle that matter on my own. To ensure that they have no chance of escaping, I will seek help from those I trust to help bring the enemy down. If I rember sothing important, you are the first person that I will tell, I promise." She made an empty promise.
She did not want to lie but knowing Edward, he would tell her to stay out of it and leave the revenge and matters of the key to him. She was already on team Phoebe, Maureen and old man Lee and they were after those things too.
Letting out a heavy sigh because he could tell that she was not being truthful, Edward nodded once. Rekha was an adult; she had made her choice. "Okay, let us do this, I have to warn you that you will feel heavy pressure and sharp intense pain as those mories bombard your head like a ten tonne truck." He warned.
"I am ready." Rekha said without hesitation,
Edward stood and moved to where she sat, he placed his hands on top of her head and began to chant the spell. A light glowed in his hands as the energy flowed into Rekha's head hitting her like a tidal wave.
Rekha's head fell back with her body twisting in unnatural contortions as though current was passing through her. Loud screams ca from her mouth and her nose started to bleed, it went on like this for two minutes and Edward withdrew his hand.
Then, Rekha stopped shaking abruptly, opened her eyes and tears flowed out of them. Ugly sobs wrecked her body and nothing Edward said or did could make it better. He waited for her to compose herself before asking what she recalled.
"I think it was demons, but I could not figure them out because it was dark. My father protected with all his energy by putting in a protective bubble tied to this pendant around my neck. He told to survive, that I had to live no matter what." She answered, wiping away the tears.
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