Adie's Loyal Love #4

Part 33

CHAPTER 33: A Speaker Of Truth

"Yet she let you live with so many tales, whereas I won't." I argued. It earned a sharp high of the breath from Iris, while Dad just guided myself and Desmond forward. Abandoned and fused in darkness. This placed was filled with moving shadows. Closed doors with hundreds of dark, dreadful secrets, I felt as though I could taste it all in the air.

"Where are we going?" I question, looking up to Dad, his jaw is clenched, he's tense, before we see it, a set of doors opened. Dandelion Jewel leans against the tinted dark blue framing, her porcelain, red-painted fingernails folded while I look to Finley Forthright. He stared at a spot in the middle, one chair with chains, rusted over chains. There was yellow tape broken apart and torn, like an animal threw itself into the haunted cafeteria room.

"I thought the school was open..." I trail off in confusion.

Jewel studies me, "It would appear that way online, except I am the owner of the property. No one comes in or out of this place. All students were directed to the academy an hour closer to the main city and they didn't complain after the killings were discovered."

"What killings?" Desmond asks immediately.

Iris and Lyndon look to Dad, who rests his hands on my shoulders, I look to Erik Young, he does nothing but stare, "Well, since your parents have lost all ability to speak, given they had over ten years to sit you down and go 'this is how mommy and daddy met', your mother came to this school looking for a degree, she came out pregnant, haunted and with a boxer of a husband." She poses, smirking. Dad steps in front of me.

"Don't pull your snarky bullshit, Jewel and don't fucking look at my children like that." He spits at her in a snarling, scolding manner, pissed. Desmond looks down to me, his bloody height...before stepping into the room, looking around.

"Her name was Charlize Northern. Twenty-two years old, she'd claimed to have attended the school for four years, before she died. Her wrists were slit, it was claimed she took it upon herself to end things. To end her life. Corinne Delia is next, Bella Cruise, and Stella Blake. Bella Cruise drowned but no body was found. Stella Blake, raped then murdered...killer was unknown, or so was ruled. Her neck found broken after clear evidence of being strangled. This case was deemed different because the wounds were shown clearly that someone had attacked her. Her blonde hair haphazardly displayed across her face, as if the killer wanted to make sure those who found knew it was significant. Like some sick joke. Corinne Delia passed away in an asylum, drug overdose. All at different times. Each one of them...light blondes. Like your Mother." I swallow, tensing where I stand.

Let me guess, they were all connected to a man named Ace Johnson?" Desmond questions stoically.

I snap my eyes to him, he stares right through me, waiting.

Jewel looks to him, once her eyes were off of me, I fold my arms protectively. Dad leans down, checking if I'm cold, I shake my head, feeling tired, dizzy, but concentrated. He sighs and presses a kiss to my hairline, rubbing my shoulder. I huddle closer to him, looking down the hall. Feeling some weird sense to move closer, "What's down there?" I whisper, my voice echoing with a slight gust of wind that picks up.

"The library." Lyndon answers my question, but he sounded...sad.

I snap my eyes over to him, "What happened there? I can see it on your face." I mention, staring astutely at his hesitance.