Unspoken

Chapter 8

'OMG, we share almost the same name.  Is that why he is so obsessed with me?  How does he even know me?  How did he become my, our godfather?  Is it even true?'  Questions, questions, every time I think I am getting all the answers to them, something happens and more questions pop up.  I believe Mateo and Joel have told me everything they know but, wait, who was chasing me last night?  Was it really only last night?

"Joel, who was chasing me last night when you rescued me?" I ask quietly, glancing in his direction.

"I don't honestly know who they were, rogues most likely.  I always follow you on your Friday night walks so I happened to be in the right place at the right time, thank god." he answers and pulls me in for a hug.

"Oh, how long?"

"How long, what?"

"How long have you been following me on my walks?"

"Since a month after I left, why?"

"Because, at first I felt uncomfortable walking at night and almost quit but about a month after you died-er, left, I didn't feel uneasy anymore so I kept doing it.  I would even talk you, OH MY GOD, you were there, you heard me?"

"Yeah, sis" he chuckles, "I heard you talking to yourself like a crazy lady."

"I wasn't talking to myself, jerk, I was talking to you.  I understand now why I felt closer to you when I walked out there, but Joel I didn't know that at the time.  I actually thought maybe you were haunting the woods or something but I didn't care because I could feel you out there so that is where I went to talk to you."

"I know, sis, it's ok and, yes, before you even figure it out, I am the one who beat up that guy who took your first kiss from you.  I know they think it was a random hate crime but the asshole should've asked first."

"I always wondered why he never came around again." I stare out the window for awhile, until my stomach growls loudly.

Joel, chuckles and stands up.  "Come on, let’s go get dinner."

"Joel, I don't feel like going out, could you just go get it and bring it back here, please?" I ask.  I need to find Mateo.  I don't know why, I just feel like I need to find Mateo.

"Yeah, sure sis.  I'll be back in about half an hour.  Enough time?"

“Enough time for what, oh get out of here." I slap his arm and push him towards the front door while I wander into the hall wondering how I am ever going to find him in this house.

'Mateo, where are you?' I ask him in my mind.

'I’m in my room.  Right across from Joel's, why?' I hear a few seconds later.  I head back that direction, wondering how many rooms are in this house.

When I finally make it to Mateo's room I just stand outside for a minute, hesitant to go into Mateo's room.  What if he doesn't want me around him right now?  What if he just wants to be alone?  Before I can talk myself out of it, I reach my hand out to knock on the door just as it’s opened from the other side.

"Come in, Cici.  You are always welcome, anywhere I am." he says as he walks into the room and sits on the bed.

I look around the room before stepping in and closing the door behind me.  It’s clean, no clutter, with nothing out of place.  The bed’s even made and sits to the left of the door with a light brown comforter and matching pillows laying on it.  Next to the bed is a door that’s slightly ajar.  I can just make out a shower curtain in the dark but it’s too dark to see the color.  On the other side of the bathroom door is a desk which is facing a window that runs from floor to ceiling and looks over the back yard.  The window panes are tinted so I doubt you can see anything if looking in from outside.  The desk is cherry colored and massive.  A laptop and a cell phone are the only things sitting on it, right now.  On this side of the desk, tucked under it is a computer chair that looks about 100 years old and matches the color of the desk perfectly.  On the other side of the desk, facing into the room are two slightly smaller and younger looking chairs.  There is no TV, no radio.  'What does he do for entertainment?'