“Let’s explore it,” Angelique suggested.
We turned to stare at her, except Damien, who was busy analyzing an old map of the area he found a while back with Brendon.
“Damie?” I asked.
“Not sure. This is not the right place to fool around, that’s why we’re here.” He pointed to Brendon and him. “And if we get caught, me and Don can just pass off and show our IDs. But you guys are still minors, which means being grounded for a year, girls.”
Angelique and Brendon groaned. I stayed quiet. I’ve to admire the place at night. It had an uninviting feeling.
“Well, that’s enough driving, for now. I’m hungry,” I announced.
“It’s a shame your sister couldn’t join us,” Angelique mumbled, staring out her window. The boys chuckled.
“You know why.” We all laughed.
Alex Gawan isn’t your typical girly teen. Nope. She preferred books over people - especially romance.
It’s her favorite genre.
Whilst we played out, she drowns herself in a collection of kiddy love stories like Thumbelina and Disney books that her Dad bought for her as a kid. She rarely brings herself out. Uncle Jackson and Aunt Aileen don’t seem to mind either that their daughter had a habit of secluding herself away.
She rarely and I mean “rarely” played with us since she preferred, well - being alone. With that fact, I used to think she was allergic to going out or had some allergy if she stood under the sun. I was 7 years old then when that popped in my head. Later on, I found out that it was just her personality and she does belong with books. I’m not surprised to find that her bedroom looked more like a library than a place where she can sleep or why she has an extra room just for her books.
“Alright, team. We ready to order?” Brendon asked. He drove, with Damien still shotgun, since he claims that I “needed more practice, and besides what would the cops say if they found out a 14-year-old was driving?”
“Me!” I screamed into his ears causing him to yell in surprise. I laughed.
“What was that for, bitch?” he cried out turning around to face me with a glare, his hand massaged his right ear.
“You know why,” I snorted, crossing my arms.
“I only did that to get you out of trouble you little twerp, and besides you do need more training, so yell all you want, but can you please tell me what you want to so the rest of us can eat?” he bickered and shot Damien a pleading face for help. But he just shrugged. Angelique, on the other hand, tried to contain her giggles but it came out as pig snorts.
“Damie, did you hear what this mean ass called me? I can’t believe he called me a brat!”
“Not brat - twerp.” Brendon corrected.
“It’s still the same!” I snapped back, striking him the stink eye. Damien watched us and suddenly let out a smack on his brother’s head - surprising us all.
“What the hell was that for?” Brendan yelled, snapping his attention to Damien with an angry face.
“Don’t bully her or I’ll never let you drive any of my cars again.” This made Brendon frown and snickered a “whatever” as he drove us to the drive-thru of a Wendy’s.
“I want a Spicy Chicken Sensation with a side of chocolate shake.” I blurted out like a kid.
Brendan scoffed at me through the rearview mirror.
“Yes, your highness,” he said in a fake British accent causing. Angelique snorted. Again.
While the others ordered I took out my phone and opened Gallery. I hesitated my decisions for a while - just staring at the screen trying to tap on it but my fingers kept wavering, damn - it was like a toxic drug yet I still want it! Before long my fingers moved on their own and my eyes were now glued. Angelique frowned when she saw what I was looking at but didn’t say anything as she took out her phone.
Hey dude - what’s eating you? :(
I suddenly remembered something...I have to visit him. How could I have forgotten that!?
But it’s freaking dark outside!
I meant tomorrow idiot!
Oh...want me to come?
No thanks. I can go by myself.
If you say so - just give me a call if you need me boo
“Hey, girls, here’s your milkshakes. The burgers will be up in another 2 minutes,” Damien informed whilst handing us our drinks.
“Thanks, bro.” I immediately embraced the cool drink rolling over my tongue and down my quenched throat. As I sipped my fingers kept zooming in on the picture of two kids.
They looked very happy playing with each other. It was an old photo, the boy had his arms around the little girl’s neck and she was beaming.
Her brilliant red hair flowed in the air while the boy’s golden one glowed brightly under the sun’s eyelids.
I heaved a sigh and closed my eyes as the drink cooled my body, making me think more clearly. The addictive taste of chocolate wrapping its familiar scent around my mouth.
“Here’s your burger, Gab,” Brendon shouted, nudging me up from my trance. I grabbed my food hastily and quickly chomped it down. He gave me a weird look and asked Angelique what was wrong with me.
“Probably tired of waiting, you know her,” she giggled - a tad bit nervously.
He gave a look that said he was worried but waved it off. I was too gone on my burger to wonder what was rustling in that head of his as the car moved out of the drive-thru and headed towards home.
That night I couldn’t sleep well. I was supposed to feel free and happy but every position I took drove me to be another cramped side. It was making me mad!
I wanted Angelique to have the sleepover with me, but damn, her Mom had to be there when we came home. I thought we were dead, but Damien came to our rescue by stating that he had just driven us to buy a late snack since me and Angelique were both hungry.
Luckily, Mrs. Castillo bought it when she saw us eating what’s left of our meals. Angelique wondered why her Mom was out so late and she explained that some matters had to be settled at home and needed her daughter to be there to prepare for something before 9 AM.
Jeez. So much for our plans.
I grabbed some junk food along the way to my room. I wasn’t going to sleep yet, even though it was nearly 1 AM. Nope, I was gonna have a solo marathon of The Regular Show, even though I finished all the recent seasons.
I killed some time before I realized it was nearly 4 in the morning and that’s when I bothered to sleep. I had big plans today and I wasn’t going to ruin it with me sleeping the whole day.
Unfortunately, that was the problem. I couldn’t sleep.
I tossed and turned. I even attempted sleeping upside down because it was that uncomfortable. So, in the end, I grabbed a sleeping pill from my bathroom cupboard and gulped it in one go.
I was beginning to suspect I have Insomnia. I’m not surprised that it results in this because of my nocturnal habits. I returned to my now comfy bed with drowsy eyes and before long - the pill did its trick.
**The next morning**
“Shit! What time is it?” I cried, instantly getting up from my sleeping pose to check the time on my phone.
“10 AM! Thank God. I didn’t oversleep,” I breathe as I fell against the sheets of my bed. I was still having the effects of the sleeping pill and was too lethargic to leave. “Hmm...I need to get ready and call Mr. Vicente. I also need to stop by the garden before calling Angelique.”
Then I remembered. I told her not to come.
“Whatever,” I groaned before making a decision and rolled over to the edge of the bed. “I’ll just fix myself up now before the day is gone.”
I quickly rushed to the bathroom and took a long bath. The warm water soothed my tensed skin and just as I was about to drift off to God knows where a loud knock boomed through my bedroom. I ignored it at first before another series of knocks interrupted my bath and got me irritated.
“For the love of God, who the heck can that be?” I grunted as I stepped out of my bath and into my bathrobe.
The knocks went from soft to urgent and that caught my attention.
“I’m coming! Jeez,” I shouted as I ran to my door. There standing with an odd white face was our long-time butler; Javier.
“What is it that’s so important that you had to knock rudely?” I asked in an annoyed tone.
“I’m sorry, Señora, but a letter just came and it -”
“Just hand that over to my parents,” I ordered using my hands to brush away what he said. “That’s why you called me in the middle of my bath? My god.”
“B-But, you have to read this! It seems important,” he insisted in his thick Spanish accent.
“If that’s not for me, Javier, then don’t bother to come here,” I said impatiently as I leaned against my door.
“¹Joven Señora. It didn’t come through the normal way - it was thrown over the mansion walls and nearly fell on your garden,” he blurted out. What in the world? Did he say - garden?
“What?” I cried, standing up straight.
“Yes, Señora, the letter came with a knife! We tried to find the culprit, but they are too good. The person who threw it must have some skills because it hit the ground with the letter right under it!”
“This can’t be true! That doesn’t happen in reality I-I mean-”
“Don’t worry, we have a team surveying the area - if we can’t find them then we’ll summon the police. That throw could’ve hurt somebody.”
“But - did you inform my parents about this? Where are they?” I asked in a panic.
“The others have already informed them, Señora. They’re on their way from a business meeting and will arrive shortly,” he informed.
My heart was beating wildly. Did I psycho happen to pass by and what was in that letter?
My eyes moved to the paper in the butler’s hand as he handed it to me. “And also - to make it even more weird. This was addressed to...Señora.” My eyes grew wide as I opened my clenched fists to grab the paper.
He was right, there on the front written in neat bold handwriting was my name.
I hastily opened the folded letter, my hands shaking with excitement and anger for almost touching my garden. It was short and simple yet it held a dreary tone.
𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭. 𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓹 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾‘𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽‘𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓦𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝔂 𝓸𝓻 𝓾𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝔂 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓵𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂. 𝓚𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭.
That sent chills down my spine.
It took me a few minutes to reprehend what the note was about before I gave a light smirk surprising Javier.
“What are you thinking, Señora?” he asked hesitantly. He knew I was up to something and he didn’t like that - not one bit. “What did the letter say?”
“Read it yourself.”
I handed it to him and when he was done he blinked his eyes rapidly. He blinked again and again before looking up to my face with shaky hands.
“It’s a threat, Señora! We should contact the police immediately. You are in danger!” he shrieked and started pacing about in hysteria. His pale face had turned to the shade of a beetroot. “Who would dare do this to our Señora?”
“It is Javier and I don’t know who,” I spoke calmly, causing more panic to cover his face. “That’s why we have lots of work today. Give the letter to my parents and tell them that I am busy at the moment to stay back and discuss it with them.” This stopped him dead in his tracks. The rather startled man was barely my height, only a few inches short. The butler who had been with us ever since I was a baby and now I towered over him.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“I mean, Javier, that we have to move right now. Tell Mr. Vicente to get the car ready, I’m going out. I have something important to deal with.”
“B-But, Señora! The letter?” he perplexedly reminded.
“Yes, but it was only a warning. Oh, and call my twin cousins for me and Angelique, please. I’ll be telling them the reason why - never mind - your job is to just relay this message. Tell them to meet me by Azura Bay at 4 PM sharp.” I commanded turning around to close the door. I heard him reply, “Yes, Señora!” and rushed away.
“I should call Senor and Madam now!” I heard him talk to himself as I closed my door. I could hear how he ran through the corridors like a speed demon.
I laughed at his reaction before returning to change into some clothes.
“I’m in deep shit,” I chuckled as I slipped into them. “Mom is probably gonna kill me even more than Dad.”
My phone buzzed from recent notifications on my bed and the screen showed that it was 11:30 AM. That’s my queue to get moving.
I wonder if my hunch as to where that came from is correct. Whatever it is - I have something else waiting for me to deal with.
I let out yet another dark smirk.
Don’t think I won’t take this threat lightly - especially if it almost ruined my garden.
¹Joven señora - Young Lady