Having perfected our disguise we spend our whole lives, searching for the ones we don't fool.
The dark of the night was out to engulf him, as his will to live was draining, and her voice came piercing in like a ray of sunshine. Her voice so captiv...
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Chapter-77 Ink and Tears
Being a child of immense curiosity to fit into that small brain of mine, I was always inclined to ask more questions than usual. I had a keen longing to know anything and everything. Why is it dark at night? Why does the sun set in the west? All the peculiar yet everyday things, which nobody knew the answer to. But I wanted to know, I wanted a why behind everything. And to say this is Ironic is to say the least, since I am always the last one to find out. I was the last one to know when my mother died. I was the last one to know that my father had been cheating on my mother this whole time. I was always the last one to know every single time.
Leaping through the window of the house she once resided, everything sitting in place giving a strange feeling to boil up in my stomach. Her bed perfectly made, her books neatly organised on her study table. Everything is there just in it's place. As much as her absence is eating away at me, it's how everything is just there is nicking at me more.
My first instinct is to call Inaya but the call doesn't go through like it has been all this time. Following by a futile attempt to call Dylan and his phone declares to be switched off. The uneasy feeling curling into a ball in my stomach. Where could she be? Where is she? What happened to her?
The emptiness haunts me more than ever now. My mind far from ease as horrors riding my thoughts. The air feeling chilly without her warmth. A lump rising up in my throat, as my helplessness prickling at my fingertips. I already asked the elderly woman in the neighborhood but unfortunately she doesn't know Inaya's whereabouts either. My last string of hope making me call Wendy. Much to my relief she picks up, and I end up letting out a sigh.
"Hello.Wendy?"
"What do you want Adrian?"She spits as heartless as ever.
"Inaya. Where is she? Her house is empty-"My words barely holding on to the last bit of strength I have left. My hands trembling as I am barely managing to hold the phone to my ear. More than anything I hate feeling helpless. I gulp hard at the air, as the worst outcome seem to surface. "Where is Jason? "My voice more concrete and stern this time.
"Jason and I have been on a vacation and I'd like it very much if you can stop interrupting our time away." She replies with disdain and hang up.
The line remaining silent for a while as my phone lay frozen in my hands. Air feeling down in my throat as the lump begin to add onto its shape. Much to my dismay it isn't helping in filling the emptiness the room holds.
Regardless of Wendy confirming that Jason is with her, I cannot help but feel that Jason could be involved. Julia has been quiet for a long time, and I wouldn't be surprise if this is her doing. My heart hammering in my chest as worry sink into me. I hope, Inaya is safe. Next on line, I call Julia and she picks up instantly. The sound of the call connecting making it hard for me to keep in my discomfort.
