Chapter 63
On our way I feel happy, with the window down and air blowing gently on my face. Vic is busy on his phone for nearly half the journey.
"Someone's giving my little brother sleepless nights, aye? Who is she?" I tease.
"None of your business." He blushes and looks out the window.
"Come on! You've barely said a word since we left and you've been on your phone for hours. Spill it!" I grin at him and he shrugs.
"Wren-"
"Ofcourse it's Wren." I smack the steering wheel while chuckling. "I knew it. When she showed up that day, you haven't been the same."
"So have you. I saw how you drool when you look at Kye," Vic chuckles.
"Stop that! I don't drool. I mean, who does that?" I ask and he laughs.
"Roxy and Kye, sitting in a tree,
K. I. S. S. I. N. G. First comes love..." his deep voice sounds very weird while he's singing such a childish song. I regret starting this topic now.
"Stop it, Vic!" I'm blushing now and I roll my eyes at him.
"... Then comes marriage. Then comes Roxy with a baby carriage."
Then he bursts out laughing.
"Oh my God, you be can so annoying at times. Just go back to texting Wren and leave me alone," I say as I focus on the road.
The rest of the journey we sing along to songs that play until we finally arrive.
When I step out of the car, I blow air out of my mouth. The house looks just like I remember it. I was here on Christmas but I notice there's a bench on the lawn. It wasn't there when I left. And beautiful flowers at the front of the house.
I push open the tiny gate and it creaks. At the door, Vic rings the doorbell and we wait. My eyes drop to the door mat. I'm surprised that she still keeps it. I bought it for her a few years ago. It still looks new.
Vic rings the bell again and we hear a
"Coming!" from inside.
When she opens the door, none of us has anything to say. We stare at each other until Vic speaks.
"Can we come in?" he queries and shoves his hands into his jean pockets.
"Oh, sure. Welcome home." She opens the door further to let us in.
Home? This no longer our home. She chased Vic away and I'll never forgive her for that.
We sit down on her brown couch next to the Tv.
Silence.
"Better make this quick," Vic says, not looking at her.
"Okay. Well, let me get you something." She heads upstairs and comes back with a tiny envelope. "Here." She hands it to me.
"What is this?" I frown at her as I stare down at the envelope in my hands.
"Just open it." She gestures towards the envelope.
When I open it, I find a typed letter, it says:
*'Find this Art gallery: Art In The Soul, at St. Peterson street. June 1st, 7pm. Open your eyes, seek and you shall find.'*
*S
I'm confused. What is this? Who or what is 'S'? Why do I have to find an art gallery, I don't even go to such places. First of June is tomorrow! My anger is slowly boiling at the pit of my stomach and I grit my teeth.
"Is this some kind of joke aunt Olivia? What is this?" I glare at her.
"We came all this way for a note? Are you trying to mess with our heads?" Vic joins in.
"Please. Just follow the instructions given, carefully," she replys calmly.
"Why? Why can't you just tell us what this is all about so we can be on our way back immediately?" I cross my arms around my chest.
She hesitates.
"I can't. Just take that letter and do as told. Plus... Dress much decently when you go there-"
"Excuse me?" my eyes go wide as I gasp. I find myself raising my voice at her. "What's with our dressing huh? We've been wearing such clothes for a long time, so don't tell us what to do."
She's taken aback by my disrespect.
"Sorry." I look away. "You know our lives haven't been the same since we lost mum and dad. When mum died... She said that we should find you immediately and we had to drive for hours just to come get a stupid note that doesn't make any sense? This is total bullshit, Olivia. Just spare us the suspense and tell us." I sigh.
"I really can't. I've done my part, I've given you the letter. Now it's your turn to do what's right. That letter is very important. I know both of you hate me so much and I don't blame you. Just trust me this once, okay?"
Vic rakes his fingers through his hair and his jaw tightens.
"This is fucking stupid," he says and walks out, banging the door behind him.
Olivia stares at the door for a while, her hands on her lap.
This is going to be stressful.
Vic really doesn't want anything to do with Olivia after she chased him out. I know he is angry, so I have to talk to my aunt whether I like it or not.
"I am truly sorry for everything. I am sorry for what I did to Vic, but I just had to..."
"Don't blame yourself. You've taken care of us when we had no one, and now we're grown ups. We're grateful for that. Now... Please, just let me know what this..." I wave the letter in front of her "... Is all about."
She sighs and moves to my couch.
"Roxy, you and Vic must know that this is not a joke. I am not playing mind games with you. This letter is very important," she says and I give up. She just won't tell me anything.
Damn it!
I walk to the door and turn back to face her, "Take care of yourself," I say through gritted teeth.
"Take care of yourselves too." She smiles but I don't. I open the door and outside, Vic is in the car, looking thoughtful.
What's with the art gallery? What's in there? Well paintings and stuff obviously but what the hell is this all about. She says it's important. How in the world is such a short note important? It doesn't even make any sense at all.
"Let's go back. Maybe this was just a waste of time," I tell Vic and I start the car right after he puts his seat belt on.
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