What You Can't See

Chapter 3

Walking home alone today, Sam looked up at the sky as rain fell down into his face, he felt his clothing stick to his skin as he wrinkled his nose and looked back down to his feet. He wondered whether or not Harper and Sonya made it back to their homes safely, he had noticed Sonya carrying an umbrella that morning but, it was just so sunny he couldn't imagine why she would bother.

"I shouldn't have stayed so late.." He mumbled to himself, Sam had stayed afterward an hour or so later than usual so he could see if he could use the jailbroken computer to hack into his father's back at home so that Harper wouldn't have to rely on Whitley to get her information. They may not have been totally in any type of relationship but, Sam still couldn't trust his brother to be too kind to her when she was tasked to returning him a favor. Grimacing at the thought he stuck his hands into his tight and wet pockets, deciding to remove them quickly afterward as he then just held onto his backpack.

Soon he stopped mumbling to himself as he came up to the crosswalk at the intersection and looked up from the ground just the slightest bit, his soaking black hair hanging in his face as he sniffed. Raining or otherwise, his eyes would be wet at the moment. Looking down at his left he peered at the direction of the public school and felt an aching in his chest,

"Where did you go." He whispered before standing up a little taller as a car passed him, carrying on down the sidewalk a white van slowed down as it neared him before picking up again in speed. He noticed the logo on his father's business card on its side and started to walk after it, the van was moving rather slow as it passed by groups of young adults chatting by a bus stop and eventually slowed down near a young man who was on his cellular device.

The door opened and a person in a rather flashy suit sat inside, the two men spoke with each other for what felt like three minutes. Sam watched from a short distance as his walk had slowed to a reasonable pace in order to watch without suspicion. He watched the man nod his head a few times as he shielded his face from the rain before the person in the suit said something with a tip of his hat, the young man then stepped inside the vehicle and it picked up its pace again.

Sam had seen that young man almost every weekend when his parents drove him to soccer practice, he was always standing outside waiting for a bus around four thirty. With a sigh, Sam continued on his way back home. His feet dragging on the pavement as he tried to walk without being too uncomfortable with was almost impossible in such soaked clothes.

Stepping into his house, his eyes lingered down the road before he closed the door, Sam removed his backpack and hung it up before dashing up the stairs and changing into a new set of clothes. It didn't really matter what he was wearing at this point, anything felt better than wet shorts. Walking back down the stairs as he ran his fingers effortlessly through his drying hair he heard the noise of his father's car leaving the driveway. He was going sporting now, which meant Whitley should be starting to find information for Harper.

"Hey Whitley, brother, you promise me that you're going to actually do what you promised Harper you'd do right?" Sam asked in a plastic tone, he was trying to be as civil as he could be, though it was unlikely that the attitude would be returned.

"Oh sure, I promise you and her with the smile amount of sincerity." He said with a smirk as he switched the channel over on the television,

"Well, dad just left so you should probably get to work.."

"Do you think if I tell her that I didn't find anything she would still do anything I told her too?" He said completely ignoring what Sam had to offer, "You know what, I'm just gonna have her do what I need from her first.."

"But you told her you'd check-"

"And I also told her I would do what I could and this is all I want to do, therefore all I can."