Chapter 100
I grab a pillow and throw it on his face and it lands on Kyrah. Lately my closest companion has been Snow. Kyrah has been too deep into her feelings to even remember her dog. He's quite an intelligent dog as I've discovered and I like it when he raises his little paw for me to shake. Indeed he is adorable.
"You are all crazy humans and I love you for that," I say.
"We love you too," Kyrah says.
"Hey, what day is it today? I have a certain tv series I want to catch up with," Vic says.
"29th of June," Wren speaks and it hits me.
"Oh no," I whisper to myself knowing that Vic and I would be back to the mystery solving.
"What's wrong?" Kyrah asks, moving closer to where I am.
"It's my birthday on the first of next month! July! Oh my God! It wasn't even in my mind." I face palm myself "Plus, we have one day. One fucking day and that's just tomorrow and the very devastating journey that we paused earlier, will continue. It's already in my head." I cringe when a large letter 'S' crosses my mind.
"Wait? We only have tomorrow?" Vic asks, adjusting his sitting position. "I had totally forgotten about it, both your birthday and that mystery thing, so much has been happening lately." He brushes a hand over his face. Wren looks abit confused.
"Is it what you told me, back at the cabin?" she asks Vic but I answer instead.
"Yes. The letter said we should be at the art gallery on the first day of next month at 7pm. How time flies even though this month felt like two months put together as one." I groan. "When will this come to an end? I wouldn't have bothered to know more about the letters if it weren't for Olivia and that large sum of money," I state and swallow hard.
This thing is insane. My brother and I just had to listen to what our aunt said and kept on following letters which led us to an art gallery where we found one of my childhood pieces of art, bought at an insanely expensive amount and then another letter, telling us to go back at the gallery a month later? Isn't all of this weird? I want to call it quits but I really need to know what's at the end of our mystery after we've solved it. My mother never quit on anything, and so I'll make sure that I find out who or what in the world 'S' is.
I sigh.
"Don't give up yet. It may not make sense now, but maybe later it will," Wren says and gives me a sympathetic smile.
"What if all of this is a joke Olivia made up?" Vic asks.
"I doubt she would do that. She knows we're two crazy siblings, we'd definitely pay back. Plus why would she do that to us anyway? We'll just have to find out the truth on our own," I sigh again.
Times like these make me miss my mother even more. Any time I felt lost or confused, I'd rush to visit het at the prison. But right now, I have no one to run to... Well my friends are there but they wouldn't understand me like my mother did. She was wise and gave the best advice ever.
"I really miss my mom," I whisper.
Instantly Kyrah moves closer to me and wraps her arms around me.
"It's okay babe. Whatever you and Vic need, just know that we've got your back, just like you've got ours... Is there something else bothering you?" Kyrah questions, her eyes focused on me.
"Well... Yeah and I'm sure Vic feels the same way too... It's... It's so difficult knowing that our mom isn't around anymore to support us. Even though she was locked up behind bars, talking to her for ten minutes used to change everything for us. Now, it's just the two of us. Olivia wouldn't be of much help since we don't see eye to eye these days, so..." My words trail off.
"You need someone like your mother to talk to? Is that what you're trying to say?" Scott asks and I nod.
"You could talk to my mom, please do," Kyrah insists.
"She would never take me seriously," I chuckle knowing that I'm always joking whenever Kyrah's mom is around, "I joke too much," I say. Kyrah frowns. "What?"
"Trust me, all mothers understand whatever a younger person is going through. Just let her know that you need a shoulder to lean on. She's the reason why you're staying at my house, if she wasn't sympathetic she'd have thrown you out in less than a day considering how much you demand for chicken," Kyrah states and Vic chuckles.
That's true, plus Mrs. Bailey came as quick as she could when I told her the state of my mother. She was with us at the prison and I'll forever be grateful.
I purse my lips to hide a smile.
"Alright then. Vic and I will talk to her later. For now... We have no idea what awaits us on that day, so we hope for the best because we really need that money," I say and sigh for the umpteenth time.
I hate it when something bothers me, right now I feel like I should just sleep until the 2nd of July. Urgh! What kind of clusterfuck have we gotten ourselves into? Before the D-day arrives, I'll have made up all sorts of unthinkable ways we'll probably die on that day. If over thinking was a sport, I'd definitely be a world champion.
What if we get kidnapped? What if we get murdered in cold blood? What if someone stabs me in my chest and chokes my brother? What if John Louis Pierre, the guy we met at the art gallery, is a serial killer? What if–
"You know what, I'll just go talk to your mom right now, my mind is flooding with all sorts of crazy stuff. Come on Vic, let's go," I tell him and he shoots up from the couch. "Sorry babe, but your man's gotta go for a while," I tell Wren.
"It's okay. I'll be here when you come back," she says and Vic and I walk out.
I really need to talk to someone in order to calm down.
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