One morning Andy, a kook, wakes up and finds herself in a unfamiliar place. She finds herself entangled in a mystery, people are keeping things from her and she is determined to find out what. But what happens when she realizes that while uncovering...
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"Rafe, I'm going to need you to leave," Ward calmly commanded his son. My breathing instantly got more heavy while my glare became even more deadly. I was trying really hard not to be intimidated but the tension between the two men made it difficult.
I don't think Rafe was expecting his fathers demand because his eyes widened in disbelief, "But dad—"
"Rafe!" Mr Cameron impatiently interrupted. He looked back at me, to gauge my reaction to his harsh tone, before he turned to face his son once again. Talking through his teeth he ordered, "Just wait outside for one goddamn minute. I need to fix what you screwed up"
Rafe's nostrils flared but his eyes fell in submission to his fathers ruthless words. He hesitantly shuffled to the door, placing his grip on the brass handle. His body was stiff as he paused dramatically, both Ward and I watched intensely waiting for his next action. Rafe sighed in defeat as he relaxed his shoulders and exited the room quietly. I couldn't tell if his lack of presence made me more comfortable or uneasy.
Ward Camerson was the ACTUAL king of the kooks, a very powerful man and I would be stupid to ignore that fact. His son was a king in his own domain but a prince in his fathers presence, just like Sarah was the kook princess to her peers. So I decided I would remain stubborn but be as respectful as possible—well as respectful as I could be in this hostile situation.
His hands were placed on his hips as he let out a disappointed yet annoyed sigh before turning to face me. I could tell that Rafe and his actions had worn him down and he was quite put out by him. Our eyes met with fierce contact—he was searching my soul, trying to find the right words given my contradicting ora. After what seemed like forever, Ward broke the silence with something I wouldn't have expected, the truth. "In all honesty Andy, I am unsure about what to do in this situation"
My lips were glued together but I slightly softened my features to show that I was a tad sympathetic to his situation—After all, it was his psycho son that kidnapped me and not him. But I knew that Ward wasn't innocent in this situation, he was the ringleader in this treasure looting circus. With Rafe gone, my body language seemed to ease—I sat with my legs rested and tilted to my side with my palms resting on the ground behind me in order to hold up my upper body weight. Though I was still sitting on the ground and Mr. Cameron was standing a few feet in front of me, I felt that there was an unspoken understanding and reason between the two of us.
I looked down at the cold floor, contemplating my response, when I sarcastically scoffed, "Yeah, me neither". It wasn't a laugh, more like a breath but it eased the militant tension coursing through the air.
His khaki dress pants and his blazer signaled to me that I hadn't slept for that long, it was still the night or early morning of the Midsommers party. I remembered that right before Rafe had grabbed me, I was on the phone with all the pogues so at least they knew, or could probably guess, where I was. I watched as Ward tapped his finger to his mouth, hiding a slight smile at my remark. He then shifted his weight before squatting down to my level, trying to show that he does indeed have a considerate bone in his body.
