"Piss off, Jerome!"
"Have I mentioned how much I love your sweet talk?"
"And have I mentioned how much I hate you?"
Lyla Harris and Jerome Clarke hate each other. A fact that everyone at Anubis House knew, though they regularly hung out, and tried t...
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┌─── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ───┐ CHAPTER SIXTY TWO: House of Panic └─── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ───┘
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In the midst of the deafening silence, the group's eyes were fixated on her, astonishment written on each of their faces. "Eloise Ramsey? Isn't that the name of the girl's diary you found?" Nina inquired, to which Lyla nodded in confirmation, her heart pounding inside her chest like a drum.
"Woah..." Fabian said softly, his eyes wide in shock, perfectly mirroring the thoughts of the whole group.
"Yeah, tell me about it." Lyla breathed out, her knees buckling beneath her, as she collapsed onto her bed, completely overwhelmed by the new information. Her grip on the letter was so tight that her knuckles started to turn white, reflecting the intensity of her emotions.
She was at a loss for words, her mind grappling with a whirlwind of conflicting feelings, but one thing was certain; she clung to this letter as if it were a lifeline, a tangible connection to the mother whose presence she had yearned for so long. This letter, adorned with her mum's unmistakable handwriting, was one of the few remnants she had of the woman, something she didn't even know existed until mere moments ago.
As if the universe was conspiring to overwhelm her further, Lyla learned that the seemingly random diary she had stumbled upon beneath the stairs of Anubis House, actually belonged to her great grandmother. Her mind raced at an incomprehensible speed, struggling to comprehend the implications of this revelation. Sarah, the woman who had been helping Nina on their insane quests, was Eloise's cousin, which only meant that Lyla and Sarah were second cousins. The intricate web of familial connections left Lyla feeling dizzy, her thoughts tangled in a knot that seemed impossible to untangle.
Lyla was jolted out of her head by Patricia's voice, offering a glimmer of hope amid the chaos, "Do you think you could ask your mum about her?" She suggested, earning a nod from Nina who chimed in, "Yeah, maybe we can get some more information. Maybe she knows something." The American's hopeful expression tugged at Lyla's heartstrings, intensifying the guilt that was already gnawing at her.
"Uh... I don't think so." Lyla replied vaguely, her gaze darting away from the group, unable to meet their expectant eyes. She was getting progressively more nervous, and she could feel Alfie's piercing stare on her, worsening her unease.
"Why not?" Fabian pressed, his brow furrowed in confusion, "It's worth a shot right?"
The questions kept coming, bombarding Lyla from all sides, she felt like the world was spinning. Her ears buzzed, the sounds of their voices became muffled and distant, as if she was trapped inside a soundproof bubble. She could feel panic rising in her chest, threatening to spill, her hands trembling uncontrollably, her eyes darting frantically across each of their faces.
