Bite me and Die -TWO

Mel took Ismael home; she knew Dean would be worrying as Ismael is normally home by 9.30pm. Extra 35 minutes late, Dean is bound to notice. Mel took hold of Ismael and she made her way up the porch stairs of an 1820’s mansion with six double bedrooms, 5 large bathrooms’ and a 100 archer garden with a Jacuzzi house at the end of it. Mel has always admired Ismael’s fortune, even when her uncle is quite private about his line of work.

Dean opens the large oak doors and came rushing out with furious tapping of his sliver cane. Alongside him was his wife Julian.

“What’s happened?” Dean panicked. The sound of his voice was tense unlike what Mel had heard before.

“I’m fine Uncle Dean I had a little accident” Ismael limped over to Julian. “I’m alive!”

“You got to stop playing with your life child, or next time you won’t be so lucky.”

Mel frowned at Dean as she watched him scolded Ismael, his voice really sounded frightened for Ismael.

“Please. You can’t keep me wrapped up in cotton wool,” Ismael stressed.

“Yes I can, if I don’t I well lose you like I did your sister” Dean snapped back. Mel eyes widened and observed from a safe distance. Ismael stood in silence and then gazed over at Mel.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Mel. Thanks” Mel saw she was fighting with tears.

“Yeah no problem; see you tomorrow then!” Mel replied and turned to sit on her moped. Ismael limped inside with Julian guiding her while Dean stood outside for a moment. Thinking about what he had said.

“Don’t blame yourself” Mel said and revved the moped. “She doesn’t blame you. But she is right, she needs to fly and it’s no use you keeping them clipped”

Dean knew Mel was right but Mel does not know the truth, the whole story behind Ismael’s sister disappearance.

“Thanks Mel, you’re a good friend!” Dean said. Mel nodded her helmet, revved the moped again, and sped off down the long pebble drive. Dean still stood outside and breathed in the chilly air and he peered through the window at his niece, he could not lose her. Many times, he wished he could of trade places; gone back in time and saved Hannah. But be time he won’t it was already too late.

 

Inside, Julian and Ismael sat quietly on the sofa; Ismael tried to get comfortable but the pain in her back made it feel like she was leaning against a rock. Meanwhile Julian took a piece of cotton and soaked it with antiseptic; she could sense Ismael was annoyed.

“Your Uncle is only protecting you love,” Julian gently dabs the cut on Ismael left cheek.

“What is he protecting me from? I don’t get it,” Ismael gasped as the alcohol stung. Julian sat back and twiddled with the blooded wool in her hand.

“Your Uncle is doing what all uncles do best. He looks at you as if you were his own child.”

“I’m not a child. I am eighteen, legally able to what I want when I want Julian. He can’t protect me forever,” Ismael knew she hit a soft spot. Julian pressed her lips together.

“Dean knows that Ismael and it scares him. He won’t ever forgive himself if he loses you too” Julian held her tears.

Ismael’s mind flickers back to the moment Hannah went missing and her Uncle was in critical condition at the hospital, from then nothing seemed to add up.  

“I’m not mad at him for what happened but I’m not giving up searching for her. Ever,” Ismael stood up carefully.

“I need to lie down for a while,” Julian wanted to help her but Ismael pushed her back in her seat. Ismael wanted to be alone; she never liked people making a fuss. “I’ll be fine”

 

Ismael sat at her desk with her laptop in the bedroom, looked in the mirror and moaned. She traces the tips of her fingers over the tiny cut on her cheek, a fresh one of many. She was always suffering from cuts and bruises as a child. Ismael shrug her shoulders and thought ‘I can live with it’

She opens the laptop and instantly turns on, a small box flashes up on her screen and said she had a new email. She clicked it the box and expected an email from one of her campaigners but it was from anonymous. Ismael was devious about opening unknown emails encase it was a hacker or a devious fraud. It had attached files and email simply said found her.

However, the antivirus would have told her to delete it promptly. Maybe it was genuine or maybe someone had seen her.  She took a long deep breath and sweat began to make pools in her hand as she moved the arrowhead over the file. It hovered there and Ismael was overwhelmed with a resistance to press the mouse, what if she was not ready? Hannah has been missing for over 10 years and now hope has fallen into her lap. Ismael only had images of Hannah when they were young but she only had to look at herself and see the resemblance, what Hannah would look like at eighteen. Though not identical they were still very much twins.

A rumble grew deep within Ismael’s throat ‘stop being stupid and open the goddamn file’ the resistance held her back; her finger would not correspond.  All of a sudden, the sound of her heart plagued her ears and the screen blurred. She held the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes tightly, hoping this would shift this unruly blur. Ismael let go of the mouse and closed the laptop, opened her eyes slowly into the mirror. The blur had not shifted at all and the whole desk started to sway, it made her stomach churned. ‘That lay down sounds like a good idea after all’

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

I'm not sure of this, I'm still deciding from writing my POV or characters POV. But it is a rough draft- only I think I'm crap at writing this way... LOL

Reviews

[Misty Blue Eyes]

oh wow i love the ending..

[Misty Blue Eyes]

oh boy they found some one... wow cant wait to read more. great job