Chapter 95
She was a young woman…a teenager, and she looked just as startled to see us.
She had a pair of vans on, tight ripped jeans, cropped white shirt, and her hand was currently running through her short blonde hair.
“Christ,” I muttered, fisting the hand that had my phone to my chest. Tm sorry, you scared us.
I ignored the familiarity of her presence just as the teenager ignored my comment as her blue eyes flared in unrecognition.
“Wh–who are you? What do you…how did you get in here?” She stuttered through the questions, taking two cautious steps back.
Why mouth fell open as a realization hit me.
Did I really come up to the wrong floor?
No wonder she looked horrified to see us here.
“I’m sorry.” I supplied as quickly as possible, smiling brightly to appear friendly. Way to go, Tara. Making yourself look like a freak in front of a stranger. “I hope you don’t think we’re intruders. My name is Tara, and this is my daughter, Nadia. We must have hit the wrong floor, but we were looking for an Aidan…Aidan Gra…..”
“Dad’s not around,” she deadpanned, cutting my words off, and simultaneously cutting the air supply from my lungs, leaving me gasping like I’d been almost choked.
“Sorry?” I chuckled.
Dad?
1 mirrored her step back in confusion because I couldn’t have heard that right.
Nadia was quiet behind me, clutching onto my hand like a life support, or more like I was clutching onto hers now. The teenager stared at me like I had an extra pair of heads, but still, I forced myself to swallow dryly as I spoke. I’m sorry, this must be a confusion. I was given this address for Aidan……“
She cut me off again
“Yeah. Dad’s not around. He’s out with Mom.”
I couldn’t even mask my shock better this time as my eyes blinked rapidly on their own, and a weakness hit me in the knees, almost making me drop to the floor.
What the hell?
This
is had to be a joke, but it didn’t look like one to the girl standing across the room. She looked dead–ass serious as she called Aidan her father, and implied that…
“Mom?” I asked, confused, fighting with everything in me to keep the shakiness from sounding in my voice, and trying to ignore the hairs that were standing on end on the back of my neck, as well as the sinking feeling in my gut.
I failed.
“Yes. Mom, Kayla Graham,” the girl said, and I forced my eyes shut as tears rushed to the surfer like an unexpected storm.
My organs turned to shards from inside, gutting me painfully as the words resounded in my ears again…and again… and again… nonstop.
My brain must have stopped working, but two things stuck.
Layla was this girl’s Mom, and Aidan was her father?
im sorry,” I whispered, shuffling my feet backward, and snaking my other hand behind me to shield Nadia as my protective instincts kicked in. “Im sorry, we had the wrong the wrong house floor, I stammered, blindly walking back to the elevator, and hitting the button repeatedly, while the young girl watched me with an unreadable expirusion.
The elevator finally opened, and I forced my legs to carry me inside, all the while holding my tears from falling as the words became a jumbled mess in
my head.
“You left your basket,” the teenager muttered solemnly as we fully entered the elevator, but I couldn’t bring myself to respond as the doors closed.
Nadia’s voice came back to me as she said. ‘Daddy hurt you, and he made you cry.
The teenagers voice played in my head again as she said, “Dad’s not aro
not around. He went out with Mom, Kayla Graham.
And Kayla’s voice replayed in my head as she watched with a glint in her eyes when I was mere inches away from death. And when you meet the moon goddess, can vou ask her who gave me this blade and acid?
Then my world quaked under my feet, crumbling beneath me, and pulling me into a darkness like never before.
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