“Callie”
A soft voice echoed in my ears.
As I looked to my right, I saw Damon was standing on the porch.
The water was dripping from his clothes.
Heavy rain was still going on.
It was not like the rain would stop at any time soon.
My hands slightly trembled, a vulnerable display of my fear.
Damon comes over to me.
He looked at me with a knit eyebrow.
It seemed like he was solving the riddle.
He motioned me to walk inside the house.
I dropped my hands on my sides.
I swallowed hard.
I turned around and walked back over to the couch.
“Umm…I think someone was hiding in the house.” I heard the door close with a creak.
“And he ran away when I was making coffee in the kitchen.” My voice wavered.
I then heard footsteps, and they were getting louder as Damon approached me.
Suddenly, I shifted my gaze from the front wall to Damon’s face.
Damon raised his hands in peace.
“Seriously, you didn’t hear the glass break in the other room?” Damon said, pointing to the room next to the kitchen.
“When I heard it, I ran in and saw glass all over the floor.
I looked out the window and saw a guy running away,” he said, taking a pause.
“I am sorry I should have told you before running after him.” His voice dropped to his soothing whisper as if he was trying to comfort me.
I sucked in a big breath.
A small smile lit up my face.
“Did you catch the man who broke the window?” I delivered my words with firmness.
It’s because I’m feeling better now.
A minute ago, I thought he was a ghost and that a dead man had left the house.
Damon heavily chuckled.
“I am afraid the answer I will give you will shock you because I lost him in heavy rain,” Damon said while sitting on the couch.
My chest rose and fell with rapid breath.
I remained silent.
Damon grabbed the towel and tried to dry himself.
I stood up and went to the room on the left, where I found the paper and where I saw men’s clothes.
I pulled the clothes from the closet and displayed them on the bed while yelling.
“Damon, come and change your clothes.” My voice was excessively loud.
I was going outside when I saw Damon step in the room.
“I think I should go.” Damon’s voice was firm.
“You know my sister is in the hospital, and I think…
Before he completed his words, the light went off.
Damon placed his hands on his waist.
“I was trying to say in this weather light usually goes out,” Damon said while approaching the bed.
I went out of the room and started waiting for Damon.
I was petrified.
I do not want to stay here alone.
I started rocking in the living room while waiting for Damon.
I abruptly started talking. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
“Please, stay with me tonight.” There was urgency in my voice.
“We wait on the couch till morning,” I said.
My voice was a low murmur.
Damon shrugged his shoulders.
“Well, if you say so,” Damon said while sitting on the couch.
I then took a seat on the couch in front of him.
It was pitch black in the house.
The house only lit up when lightning struck in the sky.
Afterwards, the room went silent.
I was just seeing a shadow sitting on the couch in front of me because it was dark.
I took a deep breath and leaned back.
I didn’t even realize when I fell asleep.
I was woken up by loud birds chirping.
They were so loud because the window was open since the glass was broken.
I stretched my arms, and then my gaze suddenly fell on the couch, which was empty.
I stood up while cautiously looking around.
Suddenly, a firm voice touched my ears.
“I am going home.” I shifted my gaze from the ground to the doorway where Damon was standing with his leather jacket in his hand.
The corners of my mouth moved upwards into a smile.
“Wait, I am coming with you,” I said while walking towards Damon.
Before I reached him, I saw Kristina emerging from behind the wall.
She looked troubled.
“Damon, your sister is in serious condition,” she said, trembling lips.
“And your mother asked me to tell you to reach the hospital as soon as possible.” The color of Damon’s face drained.
Without saying anything, he went outside the house.
I placed my hands on my hips.
But before I formed a word to say something, Kristina started speaking again.
She sounded urgent.
“I am getting late for college.” Her voice was steady.
A quick nod escaped from me in response.
When they left, I went out of the house and closed the door behind me.
I saw a car come at high speed and park in the driveway as I proceeded downstairs from the porch.
“Where are you going?” Lydia spoke quietly.
I approached the car, rested my hands on the car window, and peered inside the car.
My eyes were trying to find Aunt Agatha, but she was not in the car.
Lydia was alone.
Lydia tapped my shoulder.
“What are you looking at?” An edge of firmness in her voice.
My lips carved into a smile.
I sucked my teeth.
“I thought you had come here to drop Aunt Agatha home.” My voice was low.
Lydia looked at the back seat of the car, which was empty.
She then placed her hand on my cheek.
“Come on, get in the car.” His tone was firm.
“Come on, before I change my mind.” I suddenly hopped in the back seat of the car.
During this car drive we did not talk to each other.
It seemed like she was in a pleasant mood.
I took a deep breath.
A few minutes later, we arrived at the police station, which was situated outside the town.
Lydia parked the car and hopped out of the car.
A minute later, I jumped out of the car and began following Lydia inside the police station.
As I stepped in, I noticed Aunt Agatha was sitting on the bench with a straight face.
The worry was visible on her face.
“Dorian, Dorian,” Lydia yelled.
She speaks in a high-pitched tone.
Aunt Agatha looked at me for a second and then shifted her gaze to Lydia.
“He went for a walk and asked to tell you that he will be back in an hour.” Aunt Agatha’s voice was a mixture of anger and resentment.
Lydia walked over to the chair and sat on it.
“You can tell me in a soft voice.” Lydia puts her fingers together.
“I mean, you do not have to roar at me.” Lydia spoke with a quiet, resonant tone.
I squeezed my hands into fists.
I sensed sarcasm in Lydia’s voice.
I suddenly jumped into the conversation.
“Umm…you should not have arrested her.” Anger vibrated my choice.
“You could have let her go with a warning.
Lydia placed her hands on the table, palm down.
“She is not innocent.
Also, she broke her nose, and the woman she hit is the mayor’s wife.” Lydia spoke with conviction.
“I want you to keep yourself out of this matter and let an adult handle it.”
Aunt Agatha suddenly interrupted us, probably rudely.
“Well, Lydia, we were friends.” Anger sharpened her voice.
“I cannot believe that you locked me up.” Aunt Agatha gripped the iron bar firmly.
I was just standing there when my eyes caught the file on the table.
There was a paper attached to it that said, “Unsolved case.”
I sighed deeply.
I unclenched my fist.
“Agatha, we met a decade ago.
And I am glad that I met you that night because if we did not meet, then I would not be here,” Lydia’s voice stammered.
“You helped, and I know you are not a bad person.” Lydia leaned against the chair.
My eyes shot up, and it painted a question mark on my forehead.
I felt I should not interrupt because the conversation they were having with each other was getting interesting.
Now the question arising in my mind is which night they were talking about.
Now I have the impression that Aunt Agatha is a mysterious woman.
I took a deep breath and considered my options.
Aunt Agatha inclined her head in disagreement.
“Halen started it.
You know she has been spreading rumors since I got here,” Lydia grunted.
She touched her forehead and started rubbing it.
She scoffed.
“People did not need to spread rumors about you because everything is clear to them.
You know I think you are paranoid”” Suddenly, the woman stepped into the police station with a leash in her hand.
“My dog is missing,” the woman said.
Fear shook her voice.