Insanity

15

Monday 17/5/18, 11:00 am

Despite the hot weather and warnings for a heat wave, it was windy today.

The past few days had been passing by melting everyone's face off.

One of the things Blythe's Grandmother always said, was that a windy day during summer could either help you breathe, or suffocates you.

It never made sense, her metaphors were always off, but she was right.

Her mother died during a windy summer day.

Blythe steps back, pinning a piece of paper on the board.

It was a list of purchases made on Blake's credit card for the past month, there wasn't anything about the cameras in Adelyn's room but there were 7 USBs, and that must've been something.

Approaching him straightforward would be too dangerous, with what her Father had told her.

She pushes her bangs back, letting out a deep sigh and grabbing the cup of coffee on the desk.

Maybe if her Father told her more about whatever going on except the fact that he was a to be observed from afar, because he's a suspect for hacking into their system and stealing information.

She could kill someone with a pencil, but she couldn't sit and wait around, she's a Bratva heir for pete's sake, not fucking Nancy Drew.

"Почему вы так увлечены поиском квитанции на камеры?" Why are you so obsessed with finding receipts for cameras?

She turns around to find one of her cousins leaning against the door, dark circles under his eyes from pulling an all-nighter again.

She hands him her coffee, "Возьми это." Take this.

"The girl, Adelyn, she says she doesn't trust us, so I'm trying to find some evidence to get her to believe we aren't lying." She points at the picture on the board, "And it's a big stretch, he could've bought stuff using money, so I'm looking into all the time he's gone to the bank too-" she stops abruptly when she sees him staring at her weird.

"What?"

"You care about her, don't you?"

"What?"

Colton takes a sip of the coffee, spitting it back the moment it hits his tongue and he runs for the glass of water, "You're disgusting, how can you drink something so sweet?"

Blythe shoves Colton back, miserable at the thought of the loss of her coffee and the one thing that could hold her back from murdering someone, she had enough sugar in it to keep her satisfied, more than Mason ever could, and her kind gesture of offering some to her cousin could cost her so much to see him spit it back in the mug.

"You're disgusting, I'm gonna shove that down your throat now, bitch." The threat sends a chill up his spine, he wanted nothing to do with that drink, "As far as Adelyn," she sighs, "none of you're business, wh- where's you're other half."

She puts her hand on her hips and stares Colton down, inquiring about their other cousin, for as long as she'd remembered, ever since they were 5 years old, the three of them were inseparable, but all that came with responsibilities that her cousins knew nothing about, so she took on the role of being their mother.

They would never think once before jumping down a building just to know how flying felt. 

He rolls his eyes, "Where would he be? He's warming Malia's bed."

She rolls her eyes at her other cousin's antics, he says he doesn't want to be tied down to one person and enjoy his youth but he always ends up with her. Malia.