Midnight

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

Aaron and I walk side by side through the airport. When I got off the plane, I had received a text message from my father. It gave me information about a bank account that Aaron and I could take money in and out of an order to immediately destroy my cellphone once I was done reading the text. After telling Aaron about the bank account, he instructs me to go to an ATM in the airport. After finding one, I plug in the account information and take out five hundred dollars. 

We exit out the airport with two small bags that we bought right when we got off the plane to avoid any suspicion from why we weren't traveling with anything in hand. While walking, a thought comes into my mind. 

"Aaron, where are we going?"

"A hotel. My family and I came to Paris once before for my sister's,-" Aaron pauses at the mention of his sister that was murdered,"-birthday. We went to a hotel whose owner is a close friend to my father, which is where we are going now."

I nod in understanding. Another thought comes to my mind. 

"And how will we get there without  being able to be trace to our location?"

"I don't think that we can really get to the hotel without a trace. But we should change taxis in between the way to the hotel-Taxi!"

A taxi approaches Aaron and I and the curb of the street. Aaron opens the car door and climbs in. Well I guess he's not a gentleman... We both enter with   our bags in hand, not letting them out of our sight. 

"To the center of the city!" Aaron says, but in French. Well, at least I think that's what he says. Since I took a bit of Spanish in school, I could pick up some of the similar sounding words. 

"You speak French?" I question Aaron, both of us sitting in the back seat of the cab. 

"I had French class in school, but almost never paid attention" he says, looking down and chuckling under his breath. 

When we landed, it was very foggy outside and the sky was gray. Now, it was drizzling. For the rest of the car drive, which wasn't very long, I looked and the window and watched the water droplets run down the taxi window. 

Once we got off, to look casual, we roamed around the streets, entering a few boutiques and pretended to be interested. After about fifteen minutes or so, Aaron called another cab. That taxi took us to an amazing hotel, which is where we are in now. Aaron and I are at the front desk, paying for the hotel room. Now, my father left is a bank account with..... A rather.....large amount of money. Okay, in the bank account was over 500 million dollars. It really shocked me. Where has all this money been? When I was living a normal life, my parents and I live comfortably. Our house was big enough for me to run and play around in. My parents worked. At least that what I thought they were doing... Maybe they were really at the Society and planning this all along... Well, we were your average people. We were never considered "rich". I wonder how long all this money has been in hiding. 

"You have the room on the top floor, they only one on the entire floor. Well here are your keys. Tell your father I said hi." The hotel manager says to Aaron. 

Aaron nods and directs me to go to the elevator. We ride the elevator in silence. The elevator beeps, signaling that this was our floor. Aaron motions for me to get out of the elevator first. He follows behind me. We enter the room, and I can feel my jaw the room is humungous and looks even more amazing than the mansion that we were in earlier. It, too, is filled with priceless antiques. There is are two maroon couches and a cream chair that are around a coffee table. There are two king sized beds made of rosewood on opposite sides of the room. The comforter is maroon, matching the couches. A fancy kitchen, two large bathrooms. I glance at Aaron. He doesn't look the tiniest bit stunned. Oh. I see. He is one of those spoilt rich kids. That's why the hotel manager was trying so hard to please him. 

"So this is what it's like to have money" I mutter, mainly to myself. 

"What? You mean you weren't wealthy before?" Aaron looks at me, puzzled. 

"Nope." I say, popping the 'p'

"Oh. I just thought that, well, with your father being the leader of the Society he'd be you know...rich and all."

"We'll it seems to me that he has been hiding the money from me all this time." I reply

"Why do you say that?" Aaron questions me. 

"There was over five hundred million dollars in the bank account that my father gave me information about."

"WHAT?!"

Oh. Had I mentioned that I hadn't yet told Aaron about how much money was in that bank account?

"Yeah..."

"How?"

"I have no idea."

Aaron nod in response. 

"Were you rich before? When you saw this room, you seemed like you were used to things like this?" I ask Aaron. 

"Nope." He says, popping the "p" like I had done earlier. 

"It's just that," he continues speaking, "your father arranged many trip for our family. Everything would be included, and it would always be fantastic. So I guess that yes, I am used to things like this, but only because of your father."

Why has my father been hiding these things from me? 

We both settle in the hotel room. We don't speak. 

I sit on the couch, watching the news, seeing if there are any news reports about the murder of our trainers. Aaron is sitting beside me, also waiting. 

"Ugh. I can't see anything on the television screen!" I yell in frustration. 

"Why?" Aaron asks. 

"Because I can't find my glasses! I can't remember if my father left them for me at that mansion or not! Now I can't find them! I think I left at my friend’s house before I got kidnapped!" I blurt out. 

"Are you serious?" Aaron asks me. 

"Yes!"

"Did you check your head?"

"Don't be an idiot! Help me find them!"

"Okay." Aaron says, I can see a smirk on his face.

"Ugh!" I say, slapping my ham on the top of my head. I can feel my cheeks burning. Aaron is laughing quietly. My hand slowly takes the glasses off of my head

"Oh" 

And that is when he bursts into laughter. 

"It's not funny." I say, gritting my teeth. 

He continues to laugh. Suddenly he looks up at the television screen an the laughter immediately stops. 

"A man, around the age of 40 has been found dead. He has no identification yet." The woman on the television screen speaks. 

"That's...my father." He whispers. I look toward him. I can see tears at the brim of his eyes. 

I look back at the screen to see what else there is on his father's death. 

"Police have not identified his killer." The woman says. 

"That's... My father!" Aaron says once again, a little louder than the last time. I can hear the anger in his voice. 

"A note was found in his hand." The news reporter says. The screen then shows a picture of a note in the victim's hand. The words are written on yellow-brown paper in blue pen. Captions  are shown below the picture.  

"I am coming." I read out loud from the note that the news channel shows.

"For what?" Aaron says. I can see the tears streaming down his face. 

"Us."