167 Gavin the investigator\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHello, sister!\u201d She purred softly, whilst waving at me in a way that managed to enrage me even further.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My nostrils flared in annoyance, but I was smart enough to know when I had been cornered. So I drew myself to my full height and hissed;\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou flatter yourself.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHuh?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou must think you\u2019re so important, and that\u2019s why you feel I\u2019ll risk killing you, despite knowing what it would do to my reputation.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She shrugged derisively, seemingly unfazed. \u201cOh, it wouldn\u2019t do anything to it. Would it? I mean, everyone now knows you killed grandma but you\u2019re still walking around freely, aren\u2019t you? No one even tried to question why you did it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
When my body trembled this time, it wasn\u2019t because I was afraid. It was because I was enraged. I opened my mouth, ready to respond when another voice beat me to it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It said; \u201cOh, I did. I questioned why she did it. And I\u2019ll keep questioning it for as long as I live until I get to know why.\u201d ^\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGavin?\u201d I seethed, my rage tripling when I turned to the sound of the voice only to find Gavin standing there with a bouquet of white roses.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I mean, when last did this buffoon even get me flowers?\u00a0<\/p>\n
I tilted my head to the side in irritation as I watched him step even further into the\u00a0<\/p>\n
his eyes not leaving my face once even as he set the flowers on the table.\u00a0<\/p>\n
room,\u00a0<\/p>\n
And then a thought struck me: How much of our conversation did he hear?\u00a0<\/p>\n
And did he see me trying to hurt Leilani?\u00a0<\/p>\n
These thoughts made my heart race, but I was soon snapped out of them when he drawled; \u201cI would like to know the boy Grandma caught you with\u2026 the boy who had made you kill her\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Now, my legs were shaking so badly, I could barely hold my weight anymore. My eyes darted from Leilani\u2019s face to Gavin\u2019s and upon the painful realization that they were both now on the same side, while I was suddenly the outcast, my chest instantly felt tight.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I spat; \u201cGavin, stop this.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
But he didn\u2019t listen. He turned to look at Leilani for a moment and I saw her nod at him\u00a0<\/p>\n
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167 Gavin the investigator.\u00a0<\/p>\n
as if conversing with him secretly before he turned to me- mind you, I hated that.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I cried; \u201cPlease, you\u2019re scaring me!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Naturally, that would\u2019ve made him stop. If it was when he still loved me, then he\u00a0<\/p>\n
would\u2019ve tried to console me; But he didn\u2019t. I stepped back in fright when he stepped closer. And when he still wouldn\u2019t stop coming close, I staggered backward even more\u00a0<\/p>\n
until my back hit the wall.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I cried; \u201cStep back!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cChalice, I also recently found out that Leilani had nothing to do with the rogue attack four years ago even though you had managed to convince us all that she was involved in it. Why did you do that?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I gulped.\u00a0<\/p>\n
No. No. No.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Was Gavin digging into everything? Was he really trying to uncover the entire truth?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tears streamed down my face before I could stop them and I watched as his eyes darkened before he turned away and spat; \u201cYou know, I investigated the case. I even got my hands on the number\u2026 you remember the one that we had found in Leilani\u2019s phone, \u2018chatting\u2019 with her to plot the attack?\u201d He said slowly and again, I gulped.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My throat suddenly felt dry, and truth be told, there were no more tears left in my\u00a0<\/p>\n
eyes to cry.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It felt like my entire world was crashing right before my eyes. And it was ironic to think that the person pulling the rug from under my feet was the same brother who had doted on me for\u00a0<\/p>\n
years.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cChalice?\u201d He called, snapping me out of my reverie; but I didn\u2019t turn to look at him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I snapped; \u201cWhat?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you know the interesting thing I found?\u201d he asked but I didn\u2019t respond. Leilani also didn\u2019t say anything but she looked intrigued.\u00a0<\/p>\n
-Like this was not all her fault!\u00a0<\/p>\n
He continued; \u201cI found out that the number was registered under your name. Do you care to explain that?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
As soon as I heard those words, I knew then and there that it was over for me. That I\u00a0<\/p>\n
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167 Gavin the investigator.\u00a0<\/p>\n
was done for.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My stomach churned and at that moment, I desperately wanted to throw up. Again, my eyes met Gavin\u2019s and when I was met with an iciness that felt foreign, I trembled.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2026 I\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cChalice, you did that too?\u201d Now, it was Leilani who spoke. Her voice carried a hint of hurt but she didn\u2019t look surprised that I would do something like that. If anything, she was amused.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Amused!\u00a0<\/p>\n
My lashes trembled when she shook her head and turned away, muttering under her breath; \u201cgod! You\u2019re despicable!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
And that was the last thing I heard before I began to hyperventilate. It was the last thing I could grasp before my vision began to wane.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In a moment of panic, I feared what would happen when the triplets found out about this too, but before that could happen, I knew I needed to create a distraction.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That I needed to find a way out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
So I let my eyes roll to the back of my head as I crumpled to the floor, ignoring Gavin\u2019s panicked voice as he screamed for me to wake up. 1\u00a0<\/p>\n
But what exactly does he want me to wake up to?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Does he want me to wake up so that he would continue to question me like a criminal and expose everything I\u2019ve spent years hiding?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hell no!\u00a0<\/p>\n
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