3 Taking care of Uncle

Elita woke up early in the morning to find strands of hair on her face, she knew it wasn't hers. The light fragrance emanating off the hair was particularly smoothing to Elita. She laid still as she took in the smoothing fragrance of the hair, until she realize something wasn't right. She felt a headache start to from, memories of the terrifying scene started to pop up in her head.

Yes she is strong she thought, but Elita still didn't like the smell of blood. It brought back memories that she didn't want to remember. The memories she wanted to bury.

Elita struggle to move, as the uncle had her in his embrace. It was rather warm and comfortable, grandma used to hug Elita like this when she was afraid to sleep alone.

Elita still had troubles sleeping alone as the darkness terrified her, it brought chills down her back and fears knocked on her door. The darkness was Elita's worse nightmare. She would wake up in the middle of the night sweating, sometimes even crying. The only comfort she had was the stuff animal that was found with her in the forest. Grandpa Cheng put spells into the stuff animal, spells that had clearing and calming effects to help with Elita's problem.

To say it was a stuff animal was a little too far fetching, the stitchings were done unusually but it was surprisingly sturdy. It didn't look like any beast that existed in this world, it was more like a blob of mess, but Elita still treasured it endlessly.

Still in the embrace of the uncle, Elita struggled to breath. He held her tightly and Elita felt greatly violated. Why? How? When? Did he come into her room?

She used her might to push him off of her, her efforts was met with him holding her tighter in his embrace. What is a grown man like him pouting for? She thought, it was unbelievable cute to her ,but she would never admit it.

Elita started to question her taste in men's. She liked older men's? Hold up, she liked them old and hairy? What!? She was disgusted and confused, her heart felt really uncomfortable.

All her previous attempts to start a relationship in her past life all ended in failures. One man played with her feelings. One man pushed her away, saying she wasn't worth it. One man lied even when she put her heart out on a plate to give to him. One man cheated, again and again, but she continued to believe in him since he always came back. Now, she continued to ask herself what is love? What is trust? Is it reliability or credibility in trust that she needed? Maybe she needed both, maybe she wasn't mean't to be loved.

Suddenly, she remembered her best friend, the only person she could trust. Her advice continued to play in Elita's head. " No, he's not too busy if he didn't even text you to tell you, he just don't love you." Elita's eyes watered, " No, that mans not for you, if he cheated once he can do it again, don't let him comeback into your life you aren't his rebound!" Tears flowed down her face, " You actually don't need a man, you are strong, you are beautiful, you are worth it, and most of all you are needed." Elita started sobbing remember her last word to her, "Remember it's not that I love you because I need you, it is I need you because I love you"

Elita continued to cry in the uncle's embrace, she lost the strength to push him away. She fell back asleep forgetting that her personal space was being violent by the uncle.

Once Elita fell asleep, the uncle woked up. His eyes were clouded and his mind was a mess, he was unable to think properly, only knowing the person in his arms made him feel very comfortable as he fell back asleep.

Several hours later Elita woke up again, she felt the uncle snuggled up to her breast. What the heck! She thought

He looked up at her and smile, it made Elita's heart beat loudly in her chest. She shoved him away, looking at him made her heart feel very uncomfortable. Pervert! She screamed.

Surprised at the shock, the uncle started wailing. He cried like Elita stole his candy from him.

Elita was a little bit creeped out. Wait, what? What did she do? Was it her fault?

The uncle started speaking, " Auntie bad!" His stutters and mutters were absolutely cute, it was extremely appealing to Elita. Her mind was a little bit twisted since... Elita was Elita. He continued to speak clumsily, " where is mommy" this time he wailed a little bit louder.

" Where's little sis?"

Elita continued just to stare, his crying face didn't come out as childish, it was more like extremely captivating. His beautiful eyes turned reddish, it only added to the charms he hid under that beard. The beard still couldn't hide the tall straight nose and those moist thin lips, Elita struggled not to drool.

She remember the firm chest she was pressed up against, she could only imagine what could be hiding under that thin piece of robe he was wearing.

Earlier she had changed his clothes, but she had done so blind folded, but she still remembered the touch of his skin under her finger tips.

Oh my god! Was she a kidnapper? She had just took him home and stripped him, and not only that they shared a bed. She forgot he was the one that climbed onto the bed, and not only that they intruded into each other's privates, Elita did it justifiably though.

Going back to the main problem, Elita noticed there was a bump on his head. Freak! Was it because she was dragging him back home and his knocked his against the ground several times? It was her fault, it was definitely her fault.

And it was really her fault, since the time she took him home. She didn't notice that she had his head knocked against the rock and now because of that he has memory problems.

Elita now felt guilty, and that guilt allowed her to let him stay in the house and she continued to take care of him. Only until he was better of course.

Three weeks passed by and the uncle still snuck in to sleep with Elita, Elita herself didn't realize it but the very presence of the man stopped the fear she was facing alone every night. Right now, she was just trying to make him sleep alone. The thing Elita did not notice was how he was able to completely conceal his presence to sneak into her room.

She was just gald he didn't try to do anything inappropriate to her while she was sleeping, all he did was snuggle up to her. She didn't continue to wake up in the middle of the night due to the fear of the darkness.

While Elita took care of the uncle she learned his name was Night he was 6 years old. He has a little sister named Feitan.