Chapter 49: chapter 49

Kylen's POV,"Once said is done. I'M NOT MARRYING ELEANOR! NEVER!""And why is that?!"The growing knot tripled inside me, looking at her. How much I wanted her. How much pain I had to endorse to not to want her. Yeah. Call me mad. She will call me too. Perhaps, might leave me too after the upcoming session of truth.I stepped closer to her, my shoes flirting with hers. I could sense her anxiety clouding the heavy air, around us.Was it because of the conversation with Shawn or my razor gaze shadowing her?I have no idea what they talked."What is it, Kylen?", her voice faintly begging me to speak the doomed words, belonging to harsh reality."I'm a murderer." No guilt in my voice, no regret, nothing. I said it effortlessly.For my astonishment, Eleanor neither backed off nor there was no gasp leaving her mouth. Just her big eyes widened a bit, before blinking rapidly.This is odd and something is off. I'm guessing, "You knew it."She started to sweat profusely. Shouldn't I be the one at my wits' end?"Sh-. Shawn.", she answered my question before it left my mouth-Who?Now my world spined."How on earth does he-. Jenifer. It must be her.", I hissed, passing a look to Sam. Sam wouldn't have broken his promise. I would never doubt that. I think this Jenny found it out herself, somehow."What? No. Jenny doesn't know anything!", Sam protested."You believe that.""She would have left Sam, the moment she learnt you were a-.", Nor shut her eyes for a moment, mustering her courage, "Give a work to Shawn about someone. He will get back to you with the whole history line of ancestors. He's good at it."That's quite a heavy compliment to a fool like him, I snorted, holding my hips."Can you just tell her the whole truth?", Sam crossed his brows at me. He was clearly pissed of the way I told Eleanor that I was a murderer."Sam, come with me.", grandma pushed her wheelchair out of the room. Sam hurried following her after a pat on my back.Now it was me and her."Shawn didn't say more.", her eyes were back on me.I nodded sarcastically, "I owe him for that."Anyone but Eleanor would have gone bonkers asking me to spit everything out. She stood with her arms locked against her chest, with a calm posture."I have a mental disorder. It is called REM Sleep Behavior Disorder, in short RBD."She didn't blink her eyes this time, "What's REM?""Rapid Eye Movement.""Basically, I have the worst phase of sleepwalking. I get the instincts of slaughtering people sleeping beside me.", Unable to look at her, I managed to drift my sight to the couch, "And I do the killing without any consciousness. When I wake up, I don't remember a thing I did in my sleep." "What's the cause?", her voice quaking, she was technically horrified, she wouldn't admit it though."Don't worry. Every day, after you slept, I would escape from your apartment."Not able to resist further, my curious orbs fell back on her."I'm aware that I was waking up alone on my bed. I thought you had early office or something.", Nor released her arms free, "But that's not my question!""It's some Neurodegenerative Disorder. Though there are no symptoms of a troubled brain or nervous system, no one knows what's the medicinal root cause."When I was barely five, I had a worst nightmare of losing my parents, my grandparents and everyone I had met due to an assassination by a serial killer. Doctors say this is what has triggered me. I wanted to kill them before anybody else could cause them any pain. This is how my brain works. A psychopath right here!"I was seven when I had stabbed my own mother. She would be alive today, if the hospital hadn't overdosed her with meds.""Irrational right, that I'm blaming hospital for her death?", I cursed shaking my head vigorously. She spoke a sentence finally, "That is why you sleep alone, at your guest house, away from everyone.""I haven't slept for the past ten years, Nor.", gulping down a lump in my throat, I bit my lower lip."What?""I'm put to a deep sleep by my nurse every twenty-thirty days. It's just my body resting, almost like in a coma, so I don't get any dreams during the period.""No, that's wrong.", she held her head."According to the Netherland medical tour, fortunately, no-sleep has affected my lifespan! Significantly."I don't know to what number. No-one is revealing how much time is left for me.  Maybe another ten years max?Probably a lot of things rushed through Eleanor's mind with the word 'Netherland'. The way I had to sprint out and go with dad, faking that it was for business."You must be thinking how many times I've lied straight to your face.", a bitter chuckle followed.Eleanor's one hand wrapped my palm, gosh, why does she have to do the opposites of what I think. She should be running out, away from me by now!Well, we know her. How brave-hearted she is, and sometimes stupid. "Eleanor.", scanning her worried face, "You have no idea of how dangerous I'm."Another hand reached out the back of my neck, tears dropped from both of her sparkling eyes, as she spoke, "Kylen Leighton, I don't care if you pray to heaven or hell. You are not getting rid of me."