Chapter 32: Home?
It’s been two days since I arrived back in Stormy Brooks. Things have been almost normal. Except for the part where I feel as if someone is watching me. Every time I leave the house I feel as if someone is following me and watching my every move, but the person has never revealed themselves.
I walked towards to kitchen where I saw grandma making breakfast: pancakes, eggs, and bacon. “Hey, grandma,” I say as I walk into the kitchen area. She turns around with a large mixing bowl and smiles before replying.
“Hey, sugar. Ready to eat?”
I nodded my head. “Yeah, when will it be ready?” I asked her. I don’t know if she could tell or not but she kept looking at me. I haven’t been sleeping well these past two nights. I feel utterly tired and feel as if I could pass out any moment, but that won’t stop me. Even if every night I try to sleep the nightmares returns and my friends are in them.
“I’d say around 10:30 or so. So you got about an hour if you want to go doing something.” She said as she turned back around towards the stove to make sure nothing was burning.
“Okay, I’m going to go over to Kyla’s house. I’ll be back soon.” I told her before I walked out the door and onto the streets on Stormy Brooks.
I felt that feeling once more. Someone or something was following me. I quickened my pace as I finally made it to Kyla’s house 10 minutes down the road. When I got there, the feeling as if someone was watching me vanished. Thank goodness, I don’t think I can deal with that anymore. I have to tell someone, and that someone just opened up the door. Kyla.
“Hey, chica. What’s up?” She asked as she chewed some gum, probably mint since that’s her favorite.
“I need to tell you something,” I told her. She dragged me indoors as quickly as she could and pulled me into her room, tell her parents not to bother them.
“Shoot, what’s up?” She said as we sat down on the bed in her room.
I sighed, trying to formulate the words I wanted to say until I finally found them. “I feel as if someone is watching me,” I begin, which earned a puzzled look from Kyla. “Kyla, let me explain. Every time I leave my grandparents’ house someone or something is following me. For the last two days, I’ve felt like this and I don’t know what to do! I’m freakin’ tired because I haven’t got any sleep either because of the nightmares I’ve been having. Kyla, please help!” I sobbed.
Kyla wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into a hug, letting me cry for as long as I needed to. “Lena, we need to go to the police or something. You can’t keep living like this.” Kyla finally spoke, pulling back from our hug.
“What would I say? Oh hey, policeman please arrest this person who I think is watching me, I don’t know what they look like or who they are, is that a good enough description for you? Thanks!” I said sarcastically. Kyla gave me a look that said ‘shut-up-before-I-make-you.’
Kyla rolled her eyes. “No, my bad, I guess we can’t go to the police. Ohhhh, I have an idea! Carry a pocket knife or something with you when you’re walking around town. That way when it’s all clear you can turn around when they least expect it and see their reaction!”
I look at her for a moment, “Okay, yeah, I’ll do that. I’ve got to get home, grandma is making breakfast. See you later, girl.” I told Kyla. She gave me a hug before whispering.
“Be safe girl.”
I left Kyla’s house and began to head home at the same pace I arrived at Kyla’s house. I knew the person was behind me, but at the time I didn’t have anything to defend myself with, so I continued walking. When I arrived home I sat grandpa back in his garden working on trying to get some plants up before the winter storm that is supposed to hit comes tomorrow. I grip my coat on closer to me before I head inside the house.
“Hey grandma, is the food ready?” I asked as I walked into the kitchen, hanging my coat on the coat rack as I walk by. Grandma nodded her head and set a plate down for me to eat.
“Enjoy.” was all she said before leaving the room.
I didn’t know where she was going, but I ate my breakfast in silence. Now, I just need to find a pocket knife or something so that I can take this guy/girl down, tonight.
When I finished eating I placed my plate into the sink before searching around for something sharp to use, no not for myself but for the person who is following me.
“Where could a pocket knife possibly be?” I said aloud, unaware someone had walked into the room.
“Why are you looking for a pocket knife?” I heard grandpa say from behind me, making me whirl around to face him. His arms were crossed over his chest and his look said he was puzzled.
I didn’t know what to say at first but then he spoke again. “I’m kidding. I think everyone should have one to keep themselves safe, no matter where there at. Here.” He said tossing me one out of his pocket. “Think of it as a family heirloom.” and with that, he walked out the back door to continue with his garden. I blinked, thinking is this all real? Did my grandpa read my mind? I shook the thought away before leaving a note on the counter saying that I went to take a walk and I’d be back, hopefully, by 2.
I grabbed my coat once more before heading out the door. All I heard as I walked was the sound of birds tweeting and others chattering while walking. I also heard the sounds of my own feet as they clash with the white sidewalk.
Once I was a good amount away from my house I made a left turn into a vast area with a bunch of grass, also with a bunch of headstones. Another word it could be called is a cemetery. I stopped in front of my mom’s grave for a bit and just listened. As I listened I heard footsteps coming closer and closer.
I quickly turned around and spotted the culprit. There in front of me stood Zach. I was flustered and confused and wanted to know why he was here and why importantly why was he following me. I pulled out the pocket knife my grandpa just gave me less than 10 minutes ago.
Zach threw his hands up in defending himself. “Lena put the pocket knife down. You don’t want to hurt me.” He said. I was still debating that.
I didn’t put it away, but I did speak to him. “Why are you following me, Zach? Don’t you realize that your father has ties to this place and knows who is in this town and who isn’t? Why on earth would you come back to me, knowing you’re in danger?” I shouted a bit at him.
He didn’t say anything for a good solid minute, but then he responded. “Because, we need to know where Marcu’s headquarters are at, and you’re the only one that knows.”
I looked at him for a moment, contemplating on what to say. “Zach, what about your mother? Don’t you want her back? Being with me right now, is more dangerous than ever? Have you lost your fucking mind?” I shouted once more.
Zach began to laugh. He was laughing at me! “Zach, why the hell are you laughing at me? Don’t you want you mother to be safe? Hmm?” I shouted angrily, no pissed, at him.
Once he stopped he came closer to me so that we were only a few feet apart. “My mother is safe at him. They did what they said they were going to do and let her go as soon as you were out of West Fields. Now we need to come up with a plan so that we can take Red Phoenix down for good. This is why we need to know where their headquarters are at because you’re the only person who has been inside there other than Luke.”
I looked at him, shocked. Diana is okay? The Red Phoenix did what they said they would do? My head began to spin with all the facts I’ve received. “What?” I said confused. Zach nodded his head.
“Yes, she is safe. We need to get you back home so that you can help us.”
I shook my head. “This is my home, Zach,” I told him.
He then looked at me, really looked at me. His green eyes looked into my brown ones. “No, it’s not. Not truly. Sure you may have lived here most of your life, but your home is with Iza, Amy, Bret, Quinn, Alex, my mom,” Zach said. He took my hands in his before saying one last thing. “And me. We need you, Lena, we all do. Please, come back home.”
“Danger follows me no matter where I do. How can I know that all of you will be safe? I can’t do that to you guys. Soon or later someone will end up dead like my mother because of me! I can’t let that happen!” I said to him, tears were pouring out of my eyes. Zach took his thumb and whipped them away as they fell.
“Then we’ll be with you every step of the way. No one will be hurt and one will die. Okay? Please, Lena.” Zach begged.
I sighed before responding. “We have to go tell my grandparents, like everything. From the time I lived here to when I moved to West Fields, everything!” I told him. He nodded in agreement.
“What are we waiting for?” He asked before he began to pull me, hand in hand, back to my grandparents’ house. I smiled at him as we walked. This is going to be a long talk.