454 NIGHT TALKS

A knock sounded on Derek's door, and he turned over on his bed, his eyebrows furrowed as he gazed upon his door. Who could be knocking by this time? It was already midnight. Whosoever it was, was lucky that he hadn't slept yet.

"Who is that?" He asked, getting up the bed, preparing to move toward the door and open it up when his mother's voice resounded through the door. 

What could his mother want by this time? He thought, unlocking the door. Was she here to console him, or talk about his father? Was everything alright with his old man? Did the seizures start again? Apprehension was already clouding his features when Melvina opened the door and beheld it.

"What is the matter, Derek? Are you okay? Is the beast disturbing you?" Melvina questioned citing her son's expression, even as her eyes trailed down to the necklace which was still firmly hung around his neck.