Chapter 102
"Come here." Roxy opens her arms wide and welcomes her brother with a warm embrace, kisses his forehead and continues, "You don't have to get me anything, having you as a brother is a huge gift God granted me and having you around is more than enough. Don't feel guilty, it's just a day like the rest, whether I have gifts or not, all I'm grateful for is you and everyone else who is supporting us through these tough times. Like Kyrah and her family... And Scott too. So lighten up, don't be too hard on yourself," she says and he gives her a smile in return. She then pulls me to join them and we hug and chuckle at the same time.
"Now, time is running out, we have to get going," Roxy informs me as we let go of each other.
We then go outside and wait for an uber Roxy had called and once they're in, I wave goodbye and they do the same.
I just hope everything goes well for them.
I walk back inside the house.
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Vic's POV
Once the car drives off, Roxy sighs heavily. She looks nervous as hell and that makes me even more nervous. We're seated at the back seat and I can notice that she's in deep thought. She keeps scratching her forehead after every few seconds. Moments later she starts blowing air from her mouth and staring out the window.
"Take it easy, don't worry," I tell her and she frowns.
"I'm trying not to but my anxiety is messing me up... Maybe we should go back–"
"But we just left, we're not going back and we're going to find out everything... Together." I squeeze her shoulder and she nods, trying to calm herself down. "Hush, little baby, don't say a word. Momma's going to buy you a mocking bird. And if that mocking bird don't sing, momma's going to buy you a diamond ring," I soothingly sing the song my mom used to sing to us, the song that she last sang when we saw her die. Roxy's eyes go wide open.
"Mom! Vic, it was mom! She told us to find Olivia, remember? That day at the prison, she said she'd given Olivia a message, meaning that all of this is not some scam or a prank of some sort," she pauses and gasps and the memory of my mom's exact words plays in my head. "We have to do this!"
Her energy has just suddenly been uplifted.
"For mom," I say.
"For mom," she repeats and smiles and looks at her new rolex. "It's almost seven... Could you speed it up a little bit? We're kinda running late," she tells the uber driver and he steps on it.
Five minutes to 7pm, we arrive outside the art gallery, it looks the same as the last time we were here, only that there are no people inside tonight. As we walk through the large halls with beautiful paintings, I can't help but admire every single piece that catches my eye. When we can't seem to see anyone around, we decide to go wait at the very spot we found Roxy's painting. It's still there, thank God. The massive, brown wall clock on one of the walls hits seven o'clock and seconds later we hear footsteps and it's none other than Mr. John Louis Pierre. He's in blue overalls that have spots of paint all over it.
"Ah! Bonjour, I'm surprised you came. Welcome," he says walking towards us and when he finally stops, he shoves his hands into his pockets. "I believe you're doing well?" he asks, his French accent making his English sound like it's not even English.
"Yes, we are doing great. So now that we're here, what's next? What do we do?" Roxy asks.
"Ah, yes, you will be taken somewhere and your journey will continue," he says with a smile.
Huh? Those words don't even make any sense at all. Such plain answers make me angry.
"You're not making any sense!" I bark and rake my hair with my fingers.
"Calm down," Roxy holds my arm.
"Young man, there's no need to be frustrated. You will soon be happier than you are right now. I know you've gone through tough moments but... Just listen to what I tell you," he says in a raspy voice. "I may not make any sense but that's just part of the quest. Now, follow me." He turns and goes the opposite way, to the back I assume.
As we walk behind him, my sister and I keep stealing glances at each other until she holds my hand, just like when we were little, except that I'm taller than her now. We reach a large, wooden door and John opens it and now we're stepping out of the art gallery through its back door. There's a grey Toyota with a man on the driver's seat. We both stare at John.
"This will be your ride to your destination, the driver has instructions and knows where he's supposed to take you. Just don't try to ask where you're going, it's supposed to be a surprise." The guy then moves his eyes on Roxy and shakes his head. "I'm sure you'll be glad when you find out where you're going," he says.
"Uhm... I hope so," Roxy says as we head to the grey vehicle and enter.
"Remember to enjoy the ride and don't ask the driver anything," John says.
"Okay, okay, we get it already. Can we leave now?" I say impatiently.
"Alright. Enjoy your evening," he yells as the car moves further away from him.
I huff and puff air out of my mouth. Here we go again, on an adventure to God-knows-where. Atleast we both know that our mom wouldn't have us walk straight into danger.
"This feels so weird," I say.
"I know right? Extremely weird," Roxy responds just as we hit the highway. Right now, my fingers are properly crossed.
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