AYRA - The Mystery Of Kyra Sanders [2]

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                     THEY SAY there are somethings in your life that happen in slow motion, or when your life flashes in front your eyes. In Rachel's case, Kyra Sanders walked down and sat down in front of her, her movements were slow, Rachel felt like she was watching a dramatic movie scene. The million thoughts rushing around her brain seemed to explode, failing her to think straight. Maybe choosing to sit at the far end corner was a mistake; she could have chosen a safer, closer to the front door kind of seat.

"Hey sweetheart!" Kyra chirped, "I've missed you"

"I wish I could say the same" Rachel glared at her.

Last I checked, I'd erased my existence from the town completely. It was impossible for anybody, much less Kyra or any of the others to even find me. Only the agency and my close friends knew where I was or had the means of contacting me. That made my head spin with all the possibilities of how she found out where I lived, or even gotten my phone number.

She gave me a tight smile, "Now, is that anyway you meet an old friend?"

I snort. Did she hit her head somewhere?

Last I checked, she's far from a friend. Friend's don't kidnap each other.

"Why are you here?" I demanded. I was pissed. I would've been happily cuddled in my warm bedcovers and watched Gossip Girl reruns if it wasn't for her stupid message.

And I tend to enjoy whatever free time I get.

Kyra runs her fingers around her cup of black coffee, she had probably gotten it directly at the counter after entering.

I wouldn't know. My back was towards her. Another big mistake I had made. It could've been anyone, and having my back against a person, an unknown person, would be reason enough for the red light in my brain to be constantly on.

But how would I realise? I'm a forgetful person. Clearly, I wasn't as tough and trained I thought was. Maybe coming here alone without backup was a big mistake.

"How's your mother?" Kyra asked, not answering my question.

"Why would you be interested about my mother?" I questioned back, curious. Hiding the fact that I was scared.

But only for a split second, because I remembered that my mother wasn't in the US.

See what I mean by saying I'm forgetful? There you have it.

"Seems fit to ask about her" Kyra shrugs, "She abandoned me, but I'm still grateful"

I stopped fidgeting around and properly looked at Kyra, eyes wide and eye twitching.

"Y-You...what?" I asked, unable to form words.

Kyra shrugs, "Yes, I was abandoned, after my mother Cassandra died, I was given to your mother"

I simply stared at her.

Kyra frowned at me, "Don't tell me they haven't told you anything. With your training going on, I hoped they would have mentioned it"

I still couldn't reply.

Kyra grew irritated, "Come on Rachel, you're a smart girl. You can figure it out!"

"Cassandra Holden?" It clicked. I remember Shannon mentioning a woman named Cassandra Holden to me during our history of AYRA sessions.

Kyra smiled, "That's it."

I looked at her questioningly. Why wasn't her last name Holden? Why did Cassandra die? And when did my mother abandon Kyra?

Kyra smiled knowingly, "I know you have a lot of questions. And I know you feel threatened by me and have a reason not to trust me with our" she cleared her throat" ...history- "

I snorted, ya think?

"- but you need to trust me on this one. I need you, now more than ever. As an equal, I need you beside me." She pleaded.

"Why do you need me?" I found my voice, "What about Jason?"

Kyra laughed, "I don't need my sick brother for this. Sitting in that Prison I realised how wrong I was, blinded by wanting to do something good for my brother for once, I realised I had lost a potential ally. I need you Rachel. I know you need answers, and I have them" she tried to convince me.

There it is, the catch I had been waiting for.

"And what is it that you want, Kyra?" I questioned, my mind in overdrive.

Kyra smiled slyly, "Why, revenge of course."