Charla and Nina had just finished eating dinner when the front door opened, and instantly Nina jumped up from her chair with a smile on her face. “Dad’s home!” she then ran to the front entrance only to then suddenly come back and hide behind Charla.
Charla merely looked at the girl before Isaac entered the house. “I’m home, what smells so good?”
“I made dinner,” Charla said only to draw up short when she saw the silhouette of a man, one that sent a chill down her spine as she instantly got up and extended her arm past Nina only to then realize it was someone else entirely. She let out a sigh of relief and lowered her arm before running a hand through her hair. What am I thinking? Of course it wouldn’t be him, he’s in the city.
“Charla,” Isaac spoke drawing her attention to the stove. “You made this?”
“I did, I figured some home cooked meals would be better than pre-made ones. I hope that’s okay with you.” her gaze then went to the man that she had mistaken for someone else. Who was this?
“Ah right you haven’t met before.” Isaac then turned his attention to the man that looked to be in his early to mid-twenties. “This is Claude Winchester; he’s my partner in the police station.”
The man named Claude looked to Charla, his dark brown hair was partly combed to one side as he wore glasses. He was dressed in a white dress shirt with the sleeves partly rolled up and black vest with matching pants and red tie he also seemed to be wearing a pair of leather gloves. It was a little odd but what held her attention were his golden eyes, they looked to be the same type of eyes from someone else she had met.
“So you are related to Mordecai then.”
Claude nodded. “He’s my younger brother.” He then extended his hand to her’s. “It’s nice to meet you Charla.”
She took his hand. “Same to you.”
His eyes narrowed on her hand almost as if he was looking at the way she was holding his hand in response.
“Is something wrong?” Charla asked him.
“No,” he said as he let go of her hand. “I had heard of you but the things I have seemed to have conjured up delusions, you are not at all what I expected to see.”
She just looked at him confused. “What?”
He adjusted his glasses. “Forgive me that must have sounded appallingly rude to you. What I meant to say was that I had heard that you’ve learned self-defence but you look so… well, rather normal.”
Charla looked down at herself, currently she was wearing a white T-shirt a navy blue hoodie and black sweatpants the clothes didn’t really scream out form fitting, if anything some might not have been able to tell what her gender was.
“I just changed out of my school uniform that could be why I look underwhelming to you. Sorry about that.”
He shook his head. “No need for apologises when I was the one at fault for saying such things to you when we have only just met.”
Isaac merely sighed. “Claude you don’t have to be so formal with this, I’ve told you this before many times.”
He looked to the older man with an arched stare. “And I’ve told you that this is who I am. You are more than capable for requesting a different partner if you do not like how I do things…”
He frowned. “I don’t have a problem with how you do your work.”
“Um…” Nina began drawing both men’s attention. “We just finished eating but there’s still some food left over, if you want you can both eat you’re probably hungry right?” she looked warily at Claude.
He offered a slight smile to the little girl. “As kind as that is I have other things I have to take care of. I mainly came to meet with your cousin, but I thank you for the offer.” He then looked to Isaac. “If there are any more developments I’ll be sure to let you know.”
“You sure you don’t want to stay?” Isaac asked him.
“Yes I am, now excuse me,” he then looked to Charla and Nina. “It was nice meeting you Charla Liebert. And you as well Nina.”
Charla merely nodded as Nina seemed to meekly wave goodbye before Claude left the home when he had left Isaac locked the door and returned to the kitchen. “So,” he began as he prepared a plate of dinner for himself. “How does it feel at your new school?”
“Not sure yet, I’ve only gone there for two days.” she looked at him warily. “Did… did you get my voicemail?”
“Voicemail?” he frowned slightly before taking out his cellphone. Only to then realize that the battery was dead. “Damn it, I was sure I charged the thing while at work.” he then gave a slight smile. “Sorry, guess my phone died while I was in the middle of work. Was the message important?”
She shook her head.
Nina however added in. “But you fainted in class yesterday didn’t you? Wouldn’t that be considered important?”
The two looked at the girl. “She did what?” Isaac then looked worriedly at the girl. “When did this happen?”
Charla averted her gaze from him. “Yesterday, after my first class… but this is normal for me…”
His frown deepened. “What do you mean?”
Now it was Charla’ turn to look rather confused at him. “You don’t…” she shook her head. “I thought my Dad told you about this.”
He folded his arms across his chest. “Apparently he hasn’t, since I don’t have a clue as to what you’re talking about.”
She looked away again, what the hell? How could he not know? Her father said that she would be safe here, that her uncle would understand and yet he didn’t even know about her condition. Then again there was something that had happened during that time when Charla first blacked out and Isaac seemed consumed by it so that could have been why. “Uh…” she cleared her throat. “Uncle, do you… remember the car accident that happened a few years ago with me and my brother?”
“I do, it was like it was yesterday. Your father was completely distraught over what happened then.”
“Well… afterword’s something happened to me and caused me to have issues involving blackouts.” Then she quickly added. “It doesn’t happen often, only if I become overly stressed like yesterday and…” she shook her head. “I thought you knew, somehow it feels really hard trying to explain it to another family member.”
Isaac was quite for a moment. “But it’s nothing major to worry over now right?”
She gave a sigh of relief when her uncle didn’t start panicking. “Yes, it’s rare. I’m sorry uncle; I thought you knew about it.”
He shook his head. “I should be the one to apologize; I do remember what had happened but back then…”
“It’s fine.” Charla said quickly. “I get it, don’t worry. But um… you may want to talk to my Dad, I mean your brother, about this he could probably explain it better than me.”
Isaac merely looked to Charla for a moment. “I’ll try getting a hold of him later tonight, but Charla if something like this happens again try calling the police station if you can’t reach my cell okay?”
“I have the number in my phone,” Nina added. “I’ll send it to you later.”
She smiled at the girl. “Thank you Nina,” then looked to Isaac with an apologetic look. “I’m sorry for putting you through all this trouble.”
He placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled at her. “Your family Charla, you shouldn’t feel bothered by it.”
“But are you going to be okay?” Nina asked then, grasping her hand.
Charla nodded. “I will, the affects don’t last long, besides it’s like being Sleeping Beauty, though it’s more like amnesia then sleeping.”
“Oh so if your boyfriend were to kiss you you’d wake up then?”
Charla felt her face flush red slightly. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
Isaac laughed slightly before looking to Nina. “Nina could you turn on the news, I’d like to see what tomorrow’s weather will be for next week.”
“Sure,” Nina pulled Charla along into the living room and turned on the TV showing how things will look for next week. “Looks like it’ll rain for most of the week.”
“Now for the news,” a newscaster spoke. “With tourist season coming to a close once more so do the acts of violence and illegal fight clubs come to a standstill.”
“Not to mention the mess they always leave behind.” Isaac muttered. “And all the paperwork and arrests that are made because of what they do.”
“Fight clubs?” Charla repeated.
“It happens a few times a year in Sharlton, though it’s mainly for sport or betting there have been a number of illegally run types show up around when tourists pop up. It’s a real mess, though just last night we got a tip that there was one close to the beach, turns out the tip was not only right but the ones who were involved all seemed beat to hell and back. None of them resisted when we arrested them either.”
“Did they fight each other?” Nina asked.
He placed his hands on his hips. “That’s actually the strangest part; they were all taken on, by some kid. A boy or a girl, no one was sure but they believed this kid was close to around your age Charla. Beat them all and ran away with their money too.”
Wait what? Charla thought to herself as she became still.
“So this boy or girl is like a super hero who fights the bad guys Dad?” Nina asked.
“Super Heroes don’t steal money from people regardless of where it came from. It’s not a good thing to do.”
Charla was quite, her gaze returned to the television as she recalled the images that had flashed in her mind in the beginning of class this morning. Did I… Did I do it again? Then her head began to pound from pain along the back of her skull as it crept up and weaved its way through her brain.
“Charla?” Nina spoke up with a worried expression. “Are you okay?”
She looked at the little girl and offered a slight smile. “I’m fine, just tired is all.” she then looked to the television once more with a worried expression. Does this mean that no matter where I go it’ll just keep happening? She narrowed her eyes on the screen before looking to her uncle. “I’m going to head to bed, I know you probably have some things you want to talk about but do you mind if we save it for some time later?”
“Sure, that’s alright.”
“Night Nina,” Charla said to the little girl before heading to her room and locking the door so no one could enter.
Isaac frowned slightly at this. “Has Charla done that before?”
Nina shook her head. “No, she’s never done that. But, she always seems to keep everything to herself.” She looked to her father. “Does it have something to do with her brother? I can’t even remember her having one. Is he in the city still?”
Isaac looked down to his daughter and smiled sadly. “No sweetie, sadly that’s not the case here…”
Charla was slumped against the door staring down blankly at her hands before they fell limply in her lap. The pain had thankfully vanished but now she had no desire to move from where she was. “This isn’t good…” she said softly to herself with her head hung low. If he doesn’t know about all of my condition then I can’t tell him. Like with Alex there were certain things I couldn’t tell her, things she’d probably hate me for or avoid me completely not that I could blame her for it. Her gaze drifted to the bedroom window as dark clouds began to loom in the night sky. Am I going to deal with a repeat from before, like in my old school? Father said it was different here, but I can’t help but worry about this, my condition and what I might be doing when I’m no longer awake. She wrapped her arms above her head as she brought her face to her knees like a frightened child hiding away from something that could not be seen. Is it really a good thing that I’m even here? Or am I just kidding myself? I don’t know…