Kyla, the Ghost Hunter

They meet (chapter twenty four)

It was so noisy at school. Every one was talking about someone famous that was inside the vicinity. I wonder who it is.

"Lily, who are they talking about?" I asked.

"They say it's Karl's dad. Their at the principal's office right now. I think he wants Karl to quit schooling here." Lily said.

I ran immediately to the principal's office. This is not about Karl. I don't hell care if he quit schooling here or not. I just want to see...my father.

As I was about to knock on the door, I heard a voice from inside saying, "As his guardian, I think it would be best if he go back to home schooling. I can hire the best tutors around to teach him what he has to know. Besides, he will be my heir so I need to keep him focused on the business and not just playing around."

Its father. It is really him. I have to control myself. I still don't know him yet. How would he react if he knew I am his lost daughter? Will he be happy about it? I was still staring at the front of the door when someone opened it.

"Kyla?" It was Karl. I don't know why my tears were overflowing from my eyes. I felt nervous that I can already see my father for the very first time. I looked in the office and I saw him sitting next to the principal's table. He was a tall guy. He really looked rich. He has black hair like mine and he wore glasses. Yet, he look grumpy. Karl was startled for seeing me crying.

"Kyla, what’s wrong?" He asked.

I was confused so I ran away. I didn't know what to say. I skipped class and went to Jack. I need a lot of space. I have to talk with him.

When I entered the mansion, I quickly went up to Jack's room to look for him. I saw Jack sitting by the window pane again. It seems that he's thinking about something.

"Jack, I saw him. I saw my father." I said with tears flowing from my eyes. I was about to run to him when he suddenly disappeared. He appeared behind me and hugged me so tight.

"Don’t cry. He won’t hurt you while I'm around. No one will ever hurt you." He whispered.

I couldn't stop crying because of mix of emotions. I was happy to see my father, at last. But I was also afraid of him. I was sad that I didn't have the courage to even talk to him. I am not afraid of ghost and monsters. But now I have discovered that I am afraid of myself…

Of my real self that was locked in mystery.

I am afraid to accept who I really am.