A note hid vaguely among the apple on the kitchen counter.
" You've rarely gone out. Guess who? Guess who cares. No doubt of your high intelligence. Find the answers you seek to the one who claims to care for you as a soul- mate. I care for your well-being."
His reaction was numb. Renée examined the paper for the umpteenth time. In the millionth hour he had still to comment. My request was clear .I consisely implored ,"Take me to Maya's house?"
What more could I do.Truly,I was willing to throw my raised ego out the window.I would lean on my knees. An only reserved special treatment for the 'haves ' Renée was an exception.
Clearly,(It was painted all over his face) This charity was not in his free will. We walked down the rich plains- through few expensive models of said' humble abodes'. I dare not to deceive .The walk was a stodgy , unsettling and one that would make you wonder the business between you and the area.
Despite that ,the serene sceneries made up for everything.
He claimed, she knew where she lives. He says , that he knows the parents but he also rebuked standing on their compound. Not to mention his phobia to pass the house's heavy -mahogany - wooded door. The meer mention of entering the house hold sent butterflies to his stomach.
She looked at me with the owl's eyes. They suddenly enlarge and reminded me of the wild bird( the owl) I n the particular point of hour she froze swallowing sand .She scanned me but dared not to ask any poser.The silent breaker was the call of her mother. She powdered her daughter by addressing her in the term 'Mayo' which she pulled herself to answer. Her mother inquired about the stranger standing on her porch. Maya stared at me for a milli -second the replied ,"It's Miss Day"
"Miss Day!" Her chameleon like eyebrows curved to show her sudden annoyance. She breathed warm air into my ears,"Get out, I can't stand incompetent teacher like you"
I blurbed out ordering to speak to her daughter. "Guess the difference?I make money seem as though it's planted." And with those last remarks .She turned her back and dragged her daughter back to the house. She handed the ruthless work to his security. They dragged me to the main gate and pushed me to the ground. A few residents witnessed the act.
*** The next verse to the letter
" Once you get the information leave the place. Don't try again. Retreat. Even if you try I again ,you won't be able to. It's not my problem if you didn't get the information but I am sure you did. Otherwise recall the cities favorite spot. It has changed nowadays. It was popular. It's still is. Add to your information. Go there.Its one step closer to finding me."
I looked through the massive gate to catch q glance to the massive mansion. I walked away. I gave Rouse much gratitude and walked away. To a cafe down town. I walked down memory lane. I intended to time travel to a simple club in it's early glorious days. It was previously a hot spot for football players , cool teens and was best known for it's magical smoothies.
These was where the great idea emarged. Since the year book was to be published soon why not plan earlier. They all agreed to dye their hair colour to ginger. There were three of us. Molly ,Lizzie Beatrice and I.
Exactly.The three of us. I intentionally tungled myself in a yarn of dilemma. The 1985 photo book confirmed four gingers. I am aware that three pictures were plotted. Yet the nameless almost faded photo was questionable.
Third stanza***
* By now you have already connected the dots. You know who I am but you are still uncertain. It's unsafe and the once favored hotspot is hidden in unknown parts of the town. Luv, follow these instructions. Assuming that you are in front of the ratchet club.Walk three steps past it. Turn to your left to a barn yard. Meet Molly Cruise."
I did as instructed. I held my heart in my trembling hands. Meet Cruise?. I turned left but got pulled towards the other side. The tall being in a dark cloak stood fore me. It handed an album of photos with a note "Nice playing with you "
It took a step back and more of it emerged from the shadows. I counted five of them.
A female greeted. "I told you that you will pay. I told them that I'll bring you down"
None other than Mrs Rouse or rather to her preference Marienetta Dawn. She walked in her confidence swagger. She wore her fearless lion cape. She came up to me as the alpha.
"Have I refreshed your memory. Recall when my first experiment with alcohol was under pressure. How bitter the hour turned out to be. How I almost drowned because halfway under the water I had already fell unconscious? What if? Trust me that what if could have been the best thing to happen to me."
Everyone ran. What was left if I was alive from a rescue? Nothing horrible you would think. I got suspended from the school after drugs was found in my system. And that my dear Bossom - buddy, was shortly after I jumped in joy cause I was granted extra lives to live.
You tarnished my name and in turn I lost my chance in a high end collage. I lost respect from my parents. Thank you so much. I could be roaming in space somewhere in the universe. But I fell prey."
I flipped each photo multiple times. In hopes that I could find a way to explain the photos in a sensible manner. It was all taken out of context.
"Photos,Police. Ola darling" Marie blew a kiss.
There was no path to getting myself out of this predicament.