LOGINChapter 82.I DIDN'T COME TO FIGHT.Clary's POV.Wait… what? Sister? I swept my eyes up and down the body of the man standing in front of me, and then turned to Mrs Johnson.“Don't give me that look.” she said, turning her face away. “We all have some past that we don't want to talk about.” Yeah. I get that, but this isn't that kind of past that you try to put behind you. Besides, all it would have taken was just a call to the man who'd just introduced himself as her brother, and Hayley would have returned home.“Why are you here, Maya?” he asked, walking towards the refectory table close to the window. “Is this what I think it is?” “Don't get your hopes high, Trevor.” she said, with an edge to her voice. “I haven't come to pick up the kind of life that you're living. I dropped that life years ago, and I don't plan on returning to it.” “Is that so?” Trevor asked, a hand on the headrest of the chair tucked in the refectory table. “In that case, then why are you here?” He pulled out
Chapter 81.WE MEET AGAIN! Clary's POV.“We need to hurry.” I said, my voice reflecting the urgency of the situation. “We don't have time to waste.” “Just give me a few minutes.” Mrs Johnson said, folding the paper.As I stood by the door with a hand on the knob, I felt my body vibrating to the thump of my heart. Perhaps, if she knew what was at stake, then she wouldn't bother to return the paper from wherever she took it. Besides, she mentioned earlier that she put a spell around the room, couldn't she just do the same so that no one would come in? Why try to clear the table? Perhaps, she had no idea that time was against us because explain to me how Hayley was at The Horizon? How did she even learn of the place to begin with? It just didn't make any sense. If anything, we'd… no I'd to get to her before Eric finds out, else things could really go from bad to worse.“All done, can we go now?” she said, standing behind me.I looked past her. Trust me when I say that if anyone had w
Chapter 80.ONE GOOD TURN DESERVES ANOTHER.Clary's POV.I scrambled through my wardrobe searching for the brown gown Hayley was putting on before I asked her to get something else from my wardrobe. Eric's words kept ringing in my head, but I paid no attention to it because he was only full of threats. It wasn't the first time or second time he would threaten me. Neither would it be the last, so it was something I was used to already. However, I'd to find Hayley before he would learn that she was alone, and all by herself. I stopped for a moment, hung my hands at my sides, as I tried to think of where she must have dropped it. As I tilted my head to the side, I found the gown almost falling off the edge of the bed.“There you are.” I muttered under my breath.I took some steps, and picked it up. Mrs Johnson didn't specify exactly what she wanted me to bring; she only said anything that belonged to Hayley, so I figured that her dress should do. Without wasting time, I poured out eve
Chapter 79.A REMINDER!Clary's POV.I walked out of Mrs Johnson's room, but as I got to the dining, I couldn't find Greg or Gracie.“Over here,” the voice came from behind.I turned back, and found them sitting close to each other on the couch. Meanwhile, Greg's hand was still up for a little longer, before he finally dropped it. Going by the look of things, it seemed like they were having a good conversation and I'd interrupted them.If that was the case, then it was good because it didn't seem like she was worried about Greg's hand looking good and fine all of a sudden. But still, I couldn't tell what their conversation was all about. And trust me, it didn't matter much to me. All I wanted to do was fetch anything that belonged to Hayley, bring it to Mrs Johnson just as she had said, so that we could find her. I had no idea how she was going to do it, but it was my best shot at finding Hayley.“Ahem,” I walked into the sitting room, rubbing the base of my neck with a hand. “Is th
Chapter 78.A MOTHER'S AFFECTION. Clary's POV.Standing in Mrs Johnson's room, I swept my eyes all over the place. Hanging on the walls were awards of different kinds, and a few portrait pictures. Some of them were Greg's, and others were hers, but there was no picture of her husband. Perhaps, they decided to do away with it because he was late. Meanwhile, I caught myself smiling as I glanced at a portrait of Greg as a kid with a baseball tucked in his armpit. “He really loved playing.” her voice broke in on my thoughts. I turned to her, but her gaze was on the picture. From the smile on her face, and the look in her eyes, I could tell that it was some special day for her. “So, what happened?” I asked, in a curious tone as I returned my attention to the picture. “Why didn't he get a chance to play?” “Oh well, the then coach said his body couldn't handle the physicality of the game.” she said, still smiling. “I pleaded with him, just so that Greg could join the team because baseb
Chapter 77.A SIMPLE INSTRUCTION.Clary's POV.Yeah. I expected that too. You know, his hand suddenly looking fine and good as if it was never broken to begin with. If anything, Mrs Johnson had told me that she would fix it, but then I expected him to at least pretend that he was still hurt. Although it was his home, but it just didn't seem right for him to walk about acting like he was fine, even though he was. Perhaps, a bandage around the hand could have done the magic.“Hey, is there something wrong?” I asked, nudging Gracie in the arm discreetly. “You haven't touched your food yet.” Not just me, but I guess Mrs Johnson and Greg noticed but refused to say a thing about it.“It is nothing.” she said, wearing that smile that seemed to hide a little, but reveal a lot.Meanwhile, I was actually expecting her to say that. But hey? It's been minutes and all she's done so far is push her food round her plate. And it didn't seem like she would stop anytime soon. It was obvious that ther







