FrAcTuReD (Part One) (Completed continued in Part Two)

Chapter. 13

The rest of the day Charla chose not to worry about the money, like before, many, many, many times before she knew that panic and worry would do nothing to help in this. As much as she did worry she knew that it would do nothing in the long run. However she did remember to bring that notebook, the one which logged any amount of money that she had found over the past two years since the blackouts began.

And yet somehow or another a different log would be added, almost in a familiar handwriting of what happened with the money afterword's, as if not to cause Charla more worry and stress then she already had. It was strange seeing it but again there wasn't really anything she could really do about it. Going to the police wasn't an option, and her father, who was already dealing with stress from work, didn't need to know.

All of it was logged in a small read leather notebook, one of which could always go unnoticed in Charla's room that was in her bedside table's drawer.

Dressing in a white and black sleeved baseball Tee and light blue jeans Charla headed downstairs where she saw Nina in the living room watching Television while folding up laundry. She was currently watching a game show while also doing housework; the little girl had a talent to multitask that was for sure. But looking around the place Charla noticed that Isaac didn't seem to be home anymore.

"Nina," she said drawing the girl's attention. "Where's your father? He's not around; did he get a call from work?"

Nina shook her head. "No, a little bit after I woke up Dad said that were some things he wanted to get for dinner tonight. I would have gone with him but since you didn't take your house key with you. He was acting a bit strange."

"Strange?" Charla asked.

"Yeah but he didn't say what was wrong, but maybe I'm just jumping to conclusions..."

Charla was quite, as self-regret came through, she should have just kept her mouth shut. I'll have to apologize to him when he gets back for what I said earlier. I just keep make things worse don't I?

"Something wrong?" Nina asked making Charla snap out of her thought.

"Oh, no, it's nothing. Say, do you want any help with the laundry?"

"No that's okay, thanks though." she said with a smile before going back to doing the house work.

Charla looked to the television as it changed to that of the local news and weather reports, the news caster mentioning about how the killer from Charla's city was still out there and to be vigilant in finding the culprit. She looked at the screen with a disturbed grimace, at some point today she needed to tell her father what was happening, even though it was the last thing she wished to do, even more so with her uncle not here it made her feel like what she said was definitely out of line.

She signed inwardly. I really screwed this up didn't I...? Shit. "Do you know when your father will be back?"

Nina paused in folding laundry. "I think sometime later this afternoon. Why?"

Charla offered a slight smile. "No reason," she looked back to the television with a slight worried expression. "Just wondering that's all..."

Isaac sat in his car, after talking to Charla her words hadn't left his mind, granted many people had said things like that before form people, but many meant it to criticize and point fingers at what he was doing wrong as a parent.