CHAPTER 9: WHERE/ WHO? PART 2

Belinda's P.O.V

"Mrs. Johnson who do you have upstairs?" Naya asked as we made our way to the stairs.

We were abruptly stopped by Michael, who came running down the stairs shouting she's here.

'Ahh, so much for trying, why didn’t she run?'

"Who?" Naya asked stopping him on the flight, interrupting my thoughts.

"The girl you said we should look out for, she is taking clothes from our son's closet. Why would she do that?" He startled us with his squeaky voice. I turned and looked at Naya, but she just shrugged her shoulders and passed him, pushing him along, he almost feel off the stairs.

"You know you can try to be nice sometimes."

"Where. is. she?" Clearly my comment did not phase her.

"She is gone" Mrs. Johnson muffled cries as she rubbed her eyes.

"Agh, useless" Naya huffed, leaving the woman crying and Michael baffled on the door.

"Who did you say you are, and where are you from" he asked