Mystery Girl

Cahpter 12

Chapter 12

I sat down at the table, across Mr and Mrs Wells. After what happened today with Mrs Wells and Alana, I didn't know what to say to them.

For several minutes we glared at eachother. Not saying a word. I averted my eys first, looking around he little restaurant we were seated in. There weren't many people. Just us, an old couple by the door and a group of about 4 teenagers playing chess in another corner.

When I looked back at the Wells they were still glaring at me. This was getting no where, so I went straight to the point.

"Why did Alana try to kill herself?" I questioned them. Their facial expressions didn't change, but I knew they already had an answer.

"We have no idea," Mr Wells spoke up, "We gave her everything. She had everything she could ever want. She was a straight-A student, she was popular, had a great boyfriend," at that I scoffed, "and we loved her more than anyting." His words sounded sincere, but his eyes told me a different story. I felt like I was a cop, interigating suspects.

I knew that someone was lying, and I had a feeling that it wasn't Alana. I straightened up and scanned their features. Their expressions were unmoving. They didn't show any emotions, as if they were robots. "Really sir? Because I have reason to believe otherwise."

Mrs Wells spoke up for the first time in almost half an hour, she cocked her head to the side, raising an eyebrow, "Is that so Mr Blemmings? And who gave you the right to say that we were unfairly treating our only daughter?"

I scoffed, "I didn't say that you were mistreating Alana, but you just gave me more reason to believe that you did." Mr Wells sudenly looked worried, like he was more worried for his safety than Alana's. 

"Mr Blemmings, what are you implying here?" My eyes shot from left to right. Looking at both of them. I felt myself getting angier by the minute. I rased up from my seat and slammed my fist onto the table.

"I'm implying that you've been abusing your daughter for no apparent reason. Now even if I can't change your decision, I want to know why you did it?" I turned aroun to see all eyes on me. I slowlty lowered back into my seat and relaxed ad people returned to their own businuess.

Mr and Mrs Wells obviously looked guilty, but they didn't seem remorsful, as if they knew what they did was wrong and yet they had no intention of making anything better.

Mrs Wells rised a little in her seat and leaned forward. "Alana was…a different child," she hissed at me, "She always saw things differently. She felt trapped in her own mind…" I interuppted her, "I don't care whether she was different or not. No one deserves to be treated like that. Especially," I sent threatening glares at the Wells', "by her parents."

Mrs Wells sat back down and ignored my words, and continued, "She never really shared anything with us, she was the exact opposite of the daughter we wanted. She was rebellious. She was difficult, and she had no intentions of coming into the family business. Are you aware of what myself and my husband do for a living?" I shook my head, still glaring at them.

"No Mrs Wells, care to explain?" She continued, as if my opinion didn't matter to her, and quite frankly it probably didn't.

"We run a very successful law firm. We both graduated from Harvard law, and we wanted Alana too tak the same path, but no. She's more interested in writing. Becoming an author." I knew what she meant. Alana was an amzing author. The impact of her words was amazing.

I closed my eys and rested my head in my hand. I let my elbow rest on the table and massaged my temples. You've got to be kidding me. So this was what all of this was about? They didn't like that she didn't want to be a lawyer? These people were so shallow. It disgusted me.