(1 Month Later)
It was an unusually hot day. Malibu had surpassed it's own record, the temperature was 110 degrees. Non-the-less Nick was visiting Mary. At her funeral, Nick had promised that he'd visit her every Saturday. So dar he'd been able to keep that promise.
"... I guess that's all. Oh...yeah...interesting week huh?... I havent seen anything since...well, you know."
Nick didn't like to think that Mary was dead so he talked to her like she was still there.
"Here I am thinking I was some sort of psychic and it all stops when you leave us... I kinda wish I were though, so I can talk to you and you'd talk back..or your ghost I guess." He sighed.
"Or so I can find if Angela is alive in this lifetime... I've been meditating a lot and I've gotten a lot of memories back... You know what's strange... is I feel something for Angela... and I don't even know if she is here... she might not be the type of person she was in her past life... It's crazy, huh, mom?"
He stood from where he was sitting.
"Well, I gotta go I'll be back next week.. Bye Mom." He turned to leave.
"Bye Nick, I love you."
He stopped and looked back at his mother's grave. He'd cleary heard Mary's voice. His sanity came into question again. But he decided to believe it was real, it was much more comforting to know Mary was really watching over him.
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It was quiet.When Mary was alive, dinner time was full of conversation. There was always something on her mind.
"I saw Mom today." Nick broke the silence.
"Good."
Nick was upset with Charles.
"Why haven't you gone to see her?...She's your wife, I though you loved her."
He reproached.
"Stop it." Charles yelled back. "I can't go see her... I can't... it's just so hard and I can't accept that she's gone."
He started crying. Nick understood, he also understood why Charles had begun to drink. Neither of them would ever get over losing Mary. 10,000 years could pass yet the pain would linger.
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After comforting Charles, Nick locked himself in his bedroom. He'd been waiting all day to regress. He'd done it before and each time it got a bit easier.During regression he'd experience lots of things... Not just his past life as Brad Cooper, but his almost all of his past lives. But in all of those lives there was always someone there... Angela... not always her name, but always the same eyes and birthmark.One thing he couldn't always see were the exact happenings that led to his death. That's what he wanted to see most. Yes, he'd read about it in the newspaper and from dreams he'd had he could put it together but he wanted to see it.He relaxed his mind as he had done many times before. Soon the memories came to him.
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She was crying softly. Had he hurt her in some way? Maybe she regreted what they'd done.He believed there was no reason to, after all, it had been out of love.He peeked and saw she had her face covered with her hands.
"Angela."
She didn't hear him.
"Angela!"
She startled and looked up.He leaned against the bathroom doorway.
"Do you regret doing it, Angela?"
Angela shook her head.
"No, it's not that." She took a deep breath.
"I've never been happier Brad, but... my dad wont let us be together. I'm so afraid of losing you."
Relieved, he walked over to Angela and kneeled in front of her.
"Angela, my little Angel... don't you worry about that.Once we're gone, he wont bother you again."
"He'll look for me, I know... he told me he wont lose me to you."
A little confused, he asked. "What is that supposed to mean?"
She tried to control her crying.
"He... he loves me, Brad... and not like a father loves a daughter... more like how a man loves a woman."
"What?.. Has he done anything to you." He stood.
"If he has I swear I'll ki---"
"Brad! Calm down!... Forget I said anything... I'm not even sure if I'm right."
He grabbed her hands.
"Angela, what did he do to make you think that? If he did anything to you, we need to go to the police."
"No, I can't." She shook her head.
"What did he do?" Brad asked firmly.
She gave into his request.
"After the funeral... he was mad at me when he saw you there. When we got home, he was still yelling at me and I came up here but he followed me.
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A knock from the outside world brought Nick out of his mind.
"Nick open up!"
A little annoyed he opened the door.
"What Dad?"
"I couldn't sleep, wanna watch tv with me?"
He didn't feel like watching TV but lately Charles didn't like being alone and Nick didn't want to hurt his feelings.
"Sure."
Charles was being haunted, much like his son. But his haunting consisted of memories of Mary. Everything reminded him of here, including Nick. How much longer would the pain last?
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