Revealed...

Chapter 5

(Emily)

It always seems that this weird dude with black hair and soft ocean eyes is present in weird occasions like a ghost.

I've never heard his voice but he always does the same thing. He puts a finger over his lips signaling to hush.

Now you see him, now you don't. He's giving me a strange feeling and i don't know him but i know he's up to something and detective Emily is up to it.

"Can you see better melody?" The guy said his voice was softer than what i thought it would be since his appearance is leather jackets but his eyes matched his voice and why is he asking my sister if she can see? Better question why is he with her?

"Yeah yeah" Melody said then she looked at me they whispered something's exchanged nods then he kissed her cheek... hummm I'm tempted to tell mom about this guy.

"Bye melody" He wove goodbye as my sister walked inside with me i sent him a glare he wove goodbye and pleaded for me to hush. I close the door and walk to Melody.

"Who is he?" I ask

"A guy" She says and walks up the stairs.

"Ill tell mom on you?" I warned her she stopped on her steps and faced me.

"I was low on gasoline so he helped me fill it up." She said and turned around and closed her door in my face... theirs something fishy about this and i know it.

(Christopher)

How am i going back home...

i looked to both sides of the road then back at Melody's house. It was big and simple although I didn't get to see it in the inside i look at it one last time before i go.

I look at the windows in the top and the lights flicker off and someone looks through the window. Melody's face comes to view.

Her hair in a messy bun and a long loose shirt she smiled at me and waved goodbye as she closed her windows.

I watched how her image disapered in the green curtains.

I took out the picture out of my pocket. The picture i had ever since i arrived to Boston.

Her picture... I know I'm not suppose to be getting attached to her it can make things worse but it just hard now that i know her more... How she is and her name and the way her words come with ease.

Back then she was just the girl of the picture in my pocket its not the same now that I've met her.

I flicker the picture in my hands and put it back where it belonged and walked home with the thoughts in my mind.

I continued my long stride home, I stop as i arrive home and notice all the lights in my house were on.

O no mom must be up. The last thing i want right now is a tantrum, I'm devastated.

I walk to the main entrance, I enter the house and just how i expected it... She was their angry really angry.

"Where have you been all night Christopher? You specifically said you where going to the supermarket you arrive home late and i see no bags in your hands!"

I stud silent i didn't want to argue. I knew didn't buy anything from the note she gave me i was to distracted and now its 12 I cant go back and buy the food now and with a fuming mother in front.

"Well?" She says crossing her arms waiting for an answer.

"I was out mom ok!"

"You were 'out' you know whats the problem... i don't know till what hour you will be 'out' i wait and wait hours pass by and my son is not home yet i worry about you Christopher. We came to Boston for a purpose and its because of the promise we made to your uncle"