Never Ending

Chapter Seven

It's been days since I've had this note and I have no clue whatsoever as to who wrote it. It's getting more and more frustrating each day but I have to admit that Callum helps me get distracted from all unpleasant feelings whenever I have one. Although I don't see much of help if it doesn't really get me near to a clue to whom this note is from.

But what does he mean about the note? Does he always have to leave her? Does it mean that she's always waiting for him?

Just as I was trying to decipher it, my phone rang. In three rings, I answered it without bothering to look at the id caller. "Yes?" I said.

"Antoinette."

I immediately stood up from my chair upon hearing my father's voice. And even in phone calls, my father could easily intimidate me. "Ja, Vater?"

"I hope you have watched a few things on the television." He said with no hint of humor in his voice.

"Um, Entschuldigung-"

"No need to speak in Deutsch." He said, interrupting me.

I took a deep breath before speaking again. "I'm sorry father; I haven't been paying attention with the news lately." I admitted.

"You should. I expect you to know what to do." Then he hangs up.

Here I am thinking that the note's vague then my father called. I shook my head. What is he trying to say anyhow?

I went out of my room towards the living room. I turn on the tv and set it to German News Channel. It was on commercial when I got there so I went towards the kitchen first to grab something to eat while watching. I can hear the TV from there so I have no trouble multitasking in the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I took out some ice cream and scoop some to a mug. After putting it back in, I walk back to the living room. Midway, I heard something I didn't expected to hear.

"Der Bundeskanzler angekündigt, dass er zu einem des amerikanischen Präsidenten für ein bilaterales Treffen Besuch. Während seines Besuches kündigte er auch die Öffentlichkeit, dass er seinen Besuch zu einer Zeremonie in Wakefield Universität hielt für ihn al seine Dankbarkeit für seine groβzügige Spende besuchen verlängern wird."

I dropped my mug and it breaks as it hits the wall, spilling the ice cream I intended to eat. My mouth fell open, in shock of what I have just heard.

The sound of mug dropping caught Morgan's attention. She run towards me and asked "What happened?" concern plastered on her face, eyeing me and the ice cream smeared floor. She studies me and follows my eyes to the TV. She looked back at me confused as she couldn't speak Deutsch. "What's going on?"

I was at lost for words for a few seconds. When I found my voice, I spoke. "My dad has donated a huge amount of money to Wakefield University."

She smiled. "I didn't know you're loaded."

I ignored her remark and continued to talk. "It also means that he's coming here and believe me, that's not a good thing."

I remember when I was a child. I had a fight with my classmate over the chalk and it made a huge fuss around the classroom. I didn't remember most of what happened, but what I do remember her hand hitting my shoulder hard. She was a bit violent kind of child and I went home with a bruise on my left shoulder. My parents weren't pleased by it and went to my school furiously. I couldn't recall if my father filed a case towards the parents but we later found out that she was an orphaned and was struggling to adjust in her new life. Although enraged, my father paid the foster parents a great deal of money only if they promised to transfer the child to a better school. The next day, I never saw that girl again.