"Andy, could you tell me what happened? How Chris died or even when?" She asked after a few moments absorbing the current event to their minds. "Trust me, Cassie. I was affected, too. We all got close ever since he took care of us when we were kids. The news, what I only heard and know was that before he went to the house late that night, he was killed. He was murdered. I don't even know the reason why he went out that night, neither anybody." He explained, when they were both sitting down the ground. "His body was found outside the house, over there," he pointed behind them at the west of the house, "And then his wife, Elizabeth, was the one who found his body lying down and dead already early in the morning. We've found some strange scratches on his torso, and fresh blood was still gushing out. Fresh blood, Cassie." He stopped to take an emphasis to the word.
She focused on every word, deepened her hearings. "And who do you think had done that awful thing to him?" She asked slowly. "No one but Fiona only. She was the one who Elizabeth blamed." He replied. "Was there any proof?" There was a bit of disbelief she felt, because of the very long time she already vanished. "Well, when I caught all of them talking about it, all I've heard is that she recognized the scratches." He told her. "And when they investigated, they only found out that he got a defense. He fought for himself, there were some blood in the different parts of his body—hands, fingernails. He also attacked her."
"Let's just wait for the right answer. By that time, then we'll wait for the next thing to happen." He added. "We have to ask them. I want and need the truth, the big one." She knelt, then stood. "I'm going to ask my mom." She said, walking away and leaving her best friend. "I'll be staying here." She still heard his voice although she was a bit farther him now,
She entered the Mullen's house, went to check her mother's presence. They were all there, mourning, but both of her parents went missing inside. Despite of the tragedy, they still managed to smile at her. She proceeded going to their house, but as soon as she was near, raising of voices, or more accurately, yells were filling the air surrounding the house.
She tried to walk even faster, and went to open the door. "What then is wrong if we use your sister's power to see how my father died and who murdered him, huh? Why won't you tell me, Jake?" She threw her hands as she yelled that to Jake as Cassie entered. "My father died, Jake. He died. All my life he was the only one, the only one who I grew up with, who never even quitted to take care of me despite of my past mother's loss." She said with her eyes letting go of a thousand tears.
She stopped before continuing, to sit down. Cassie remained silent, stood just leaning against the wall beside the door to watch. She couldn't make a move, and it seemed like neither of her parents had noticed her there. "I hope you understand, Jake. How it feels like when only one parent of yours grew you up all alone and by himself had just died. All suddenly like a bubble popping that swift right before blowing one." She was making actions while speaking. Meanwhile, Cassie was thinking of what her mother had compared a thing to. "I certainly do understand you, Rissa." He barely finished his sentence, and his voice had palpably got lower, as if he got no more voice anymore. "Then, what is the problem? Why you're disagreeing with me at the fact that I wanted to get help from your sister?" She again raised her voice as she crossed her legs.
"Because the only reason that you don't know is that Cara's ability is special. Very special and only limited. You know what, every time she goes to help you with anything, there's always a side effect. Believe it or not, it's hard doing that—reading the past or even the future. She's close to losing consciousness, Clarissa. Practically to be happening always. And It's just that we never showed it you, we never let it be obvious to you." He almost lost the expression of his statement that's why he stopped.
"Sometimes, it takes way up longer than usual." Clarissa had thought of that deep inside, now she knew the reason why Cara or any of them had one time refused to help her in reading the past or future. Her current emotion was complicated, didn't know whether to feel unfair or regretful. "It's not that we're being selfish, Clarissa. I just care about my sister. And I'm sorry."
"Dad, this is about the death of her father!" Cassie had defended, stood by her mother and didn't handle to control herself. After she talked, they both turned their heads. "I'm sorry for interfering but I think it's more important. And besides, all I know about aunt Cara is that she's the type of person who always is ready to help. No matter what time it is or whoever they are." She acted like she perfectly knew her aunt. But the truth was partially, and based from her statement, it's got the truth.
"Mom's been here striving for his justice. And so am I, or maybe everyone else. Or maybe, you too." She said, shrugging her shoulders as she stood there, speaking for herself. That's what all she knew, and she was absolutely aware that although it wasn't the best to hear, she didn't care anymore. She looked at the both, and she caught her mother's eyes that looked happy and proud of her own daughter. She also could tell that her father was, too, and at the same time, speechless.
She felt like the greatest defender of all, even a lawyer defending a very important case. His father sighed. "I'm sorry." He whispered, guilt was in his eyes as he looked at the both. "I don't know what to say to the both of you. I'm just so sorry, I wasn't thinking straight. You know that I do understand you, especially how you feel right now."
"Let's go, let's go. Find the truth." He rushed and began letting the two go out of the house first.
