Chapter 80 A Fairy In the Field

• Keya P.O.V
• My aunt Shenita asks curiously. "Wait, what do you mean, you've seen them? How? Where?" Everyone was just as curious as she was. Silently waiting for my answer... How was I gonna answer her? What exactly do I even say? 'I really wish that you can shift into me,' Ja'el confesses quietly. Though that would be the best and worst way to prove it to them. Best because they'll know for a fact that Supernaturals do actually exist. And worst because they'll know about what's inside of me. But I just couldn't keep this to myself, now that I know. But I can't turn into Ja'el yet. So that option is off the table. Ja'el suggests quietly. 'Maybe Manuel can transform into Kane for them?' I think it over for a while. 'Hmm, maybe, but I don't think he is allowed over here. This area is just for females. I guess I can ask him, though. Kane said he wouldn't mind...' I was off in my own little world. I gasped, flinching when I heard Grammy yell, "Keya?!" Shit! Had she been talking to me or something? Crapola, she was glaring at me like she genuinely wanted to slap the taste outta my mouth.
• She says irritated, "Did you not hear what I said, gurl?" Uh, I honestly didn't... "I didn't, Grammy. I must've spaced out, sorry." I apologize nervously. She frowns with pursed lips. "Well, bring ya ass back to Earth! I said, what kind of Supernatural shit are you talking about? When I was younger, I remember my great grandmother being able to heal people just as you can." What?! We were all shocked hearing this. "Really? Why have you never told me about this?" My aunts all agreed. Grammy clicks her tongue, annoyed, rolling her eyes. And that stubborn frown settles on her face. Her usual expression when she didn't want to do something. I knew that she hated talking about her terrible past. She didn't want to forget where she came from. Because she was proud of how far she made it in life. But she wasn't keen on talking about it either. But I need this information. I urge her, "Come on, Grammy, please tell me. It could be important." Give me the extra push I need to get this heavy shit off my chest. She sighs heavily, resting her elbow on the armrest of the recliner. There are 5 recliners in here. Grammy's in one. Myself, my pregnant aunt, Shenita, my aunt Tiny and my uncles, baby mama, Sonya. Grammy's right hand slowly yet deeply massaged her forehead. She always does this when she has a headache. "Okay." She quietly gives in. YES!