Chapter nine ==> Ready or not, here i come

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"Where is she?" I ask looking at the clock.
The time is ticking and Molly is nowhere to be found.
  - Aidan, did you see Molly this morning? I ask pouring coffee into my cup half asleep:
- I don't know, maybe she's still sleeping?
- I checked her room, she's not there, i reply.
- Do you want me to check the basement? Aidan ask grabbing my hand.
- What are you doing? i ask in frustration.
- I'm sorry, i didn't meant to upset you.
- We need to focus, i can't do this no more, i say and let go of his hand.
- Cassie, i can't stop thinking about you...ever since i met you at the graveyard...you took my breath away, that blonde hair of yours, them blue eyes that melt my heart and the way you walk so confidently...

I look at Aidan while our eyes meet in a suave dance, the cold doesn't even bothers me anymore as his gaze warms up my skin and awaken the desire in me. I know it's wrong but it feels so right, his hands are touching my legs moving slowly towards my tights while he lean in to kiss me „I need to focus" i say to myself and push him away:
  - Aidan, we can't do this..
- I crave every part of you, Cassie...

I try to untangle myself from his arm, but his too strong, as he places his head on my breast i see Molly sitting down in the garden through the window:
  - What is she doing there? I ask looking at Aidan.
  - She's just sitting outside in the cold? Aidan asks and let go of me, you need to go talk to her.

Outside, the wind was cutting my breath like a knife:
  - What are you doing here ? I ask Molly sitting down next to her.
Molly wipes her tears on her sleeve „What if i'm not ready to find out the truth Cassie?" she whispers.
I place my head on her shoulder and with a calm tone I say:
  - I'm here for you.
  - I'm such a bad daughter, my mum was sick all this years and i had no idea...
  - Don't say that...you couldn't have known, i didn't know either...I say and stand up, we need to get ready, Isaac wants to go in the forest, he swear that he saw something in there this morning, i say grabbing Molly by the hand.
- In the forest? that's dangerous...Molly says cleaning her jeans.
- Well, we're not going alone so if something will happen, Aidan will protect us, i say blushing.

Molly looks at me with a playful expression on her face „You like Aidan don't you" she whispers on my ear while passing by.

„We have food, lanterns, a tent, blankets and water" i hear Isaac saying as we enter the living room:
  - It's seven o'clock in the morning, put some coffee in as well, I say and sit down on a chair.
  - Molly, is everything ok? Aidan asks.
  - Yes...anyway, on which part of the forest you want to search, Issac? Molly asks crossing her arms.
Isaac looks on a map and point at something:
  - We can start from where the old treehouse is, and go all the way to the Bay Lake?
  - Bay Lake!? Molly exclaimed, i'm not going there.
 
I look at Molly and somehow i understand her, that's the place where Jenna died and it was overwhelming for her to go there, but we had to:

- Molly please, weren't you the one who got me into this last night when i wanted to call the police?
- The police? Isaac says and standing up adjusting his glasses.
- Yes, someone dressed up as a bride was here last night, Molly says wrapping a scarf around her neck.
- And Cassie wanted to call the police, Aidan added with a steady voice.
- Where were you last night Isaac? I ask.
- Asleep, i didn't heard anything...what happened after? He replied looking a bit confused.
- We heard something from the kitchen and someone left handprints on the windows...i say looking at Molly for confirmation.

The silence absorbed the room as Isaac and Aidan slung their backpacks over their shoulders.
It's a cold, dark morning and my mood was heavy with sleep, i just wanted this to be over.
As i walk pass the tv from the kitchen table, heading towards the back door to let everyone out, I glance back at the bloodstains in the living room, and in a playful tone i say:
     „We will get you, Anna Carter."

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