Hestia: The Goddess of Compassion

Chapter 8

"What is it?" I ask as I put my hand in the hole and grab ahold of a sparkly rough textured pink glitter diary, "What is a diary doing here?"

"I am as clueless as you," she says taking it from my hand and examining it, she flicks through the pages and finds a picture, a picture of Hestia, Isaac and another boy, his features resembling a little with Isaac.

"That's Isaac's brother, Cleo," she says pointing to the only person I didn't recognize in the picture.

"Is this Hestia's diary?"

"Yeah, I assume so but it's empty,"

"Why would she hide an empty diary in the floorboards?"

"I don't know,"

We both are puzzled over the discovery of the diary which despite the dust looked in good condition, but why the fuck would someone hide an empty diary with just a picture in it?

I toss the diary onto my table and start cleaning up the room with Teresa helping me.

It takes us around thirty minutes to clean the room and when we finish, we both are famished, so we decide to head down to the lounge to get some food in our stomach, the only food I had in the last 24-hours is a subway sandwich.

We are lucky enough to get a pepperoni pizza, which is delicious. We gobble it down in a few minutes, as we are about to head to our dorm and continue inspecting the diary a brilliant idea strikes my brain.

"Hey Teresa, do you mind if I catch up to you in a few minutes?"

She gives me a nod and heads up the stairs meanwhile I go to the lounge and ask the lady working there to give me a pair of scissors and a bobby pin. She does give me weird looks but nevertheless obliges my request.

That fuck turd may have ruined my dorm, but I am going to ruin his clothes.

I start searching for his room with the only vague memory of him coming from the left direction of the hallway that night. His room must be between 100 to 150-

"Zofia?" I go still as someone calls out my name from behind, man it doesn't help that I had a pair of scissors in my hand and am dressed head to toe in black.

I slowly turn around just to find Luke smiling innocently at me, "Hey there, Lukey," I say, greeting him with a wave.

"Hey Zofia, what are you up to?"

"I was just wondering if you can show me fu-Isaac's room?"

"Are you guys a thing now?" He questions but starts moving in the direction of the fuckturd's room I suppose.

"Nah, I am just returning something to him,"

"Oh, okay cool, here it is,"

"Thanks," I say as I wait for him to leave, while he awkwardly stands there. After getting the memo that his presence is not needed, he waves and turns away. The door reads 113, how appropriate.

I get to work and start picking the lock with the help of the two bobby pins I have, after two minutes, a click is heard, and I internally celebrate whilst sneakily going inside the room.

The room bore no presence of anyone living there and one of the beds looked like it had not been touched in ages. All his stuff is packed away in boxes, each labeled differently with a sharpie in a messy drawl of handwriting, after a minute of looking around I get ahold of the box labeled as 'Clothes' in a corner.

I opened the box and started cutting through clothes savagely, it took me only seconds to rip each garment of his apart.

Satisfied with my work I decided to head back to my dorm. All the way upstairs, I was smiling ear to ear like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland, and even Teresa could notice the sudden change in my mood.