The Conspiration of The Universe (Published under Cloak Pop Fiction)

Third: The Accident (29)

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(Page 99 of 126)

                  He had changed his clothes with red-orange checker polo and black slacks. Now, he looked like more of a typical writer. Though, his house was cleaner and more organized as I thought it would not be. I always have imagined a writer’s house filled with cluttered papers that flew across the room’s floor that came from an old reliable typewriter that would be haphazardly on a wooden table with a desk lamp and more papers. But there was this thing that I haven’t imagined, being in the house of my hero, Andrew Bautista. Okay, I would be such a geek if I say “my hero” but he kindda was. He had written books that I could relate to, that when I remember quotes from it, it would make me feel inspired, blessed and satisfied. Once, I remember having an epiphany that the book he had written somewhat saved me from loneliness despite of being alone. The man, who was somewhat responsible on configuring how I think of the world, was sitting across me sternly lookingat my girlfriend. Despite of that, I couldn’t evoke any words nor any sound at all. I could only clench Eureka’s hand.

                  “We demand an explanation.” Eureka told Mr. Bautista somewhat rudely.I tapped Eureka gently on her shoulder.

                  “Now, now Eureka I’m sure we don’t need to raise our voice to this man...”

                  Eureka grimaced at me and I arched my eyebrows as my response. She doesn’t know yet what is happening here.

                  “Eureka? Funny.” Mr. Andrew shrugged.

                  “What’s that?” Eureka glowered.

                  “I’m sorry but this is a mistake. I really thought you were Veronica. She was my ex-girlfriend,” the way he told it us, pain could still be heard.

                  “You haven’t answered any of our questions yet. Why are you here? What are you doing on my parents’ house? And who are you?

                  “Miss, I’m sorry to say this but you are on my house. This is our ancestral house, so no one owned this house except for my family. I don’t suppose we are related aren’t we?”

                  “Excuse me? You don’t make any sense here. I know this place. I grew up in here! What are you aiming at?”

I thumbed the back of my chin more and decided to interrupt “Eureka, listen.” She looked at me perplexed. “I think I know how to handle this. I’m Luke Monasterio and my girlfriend here is named Eureka Cortez. She apparently had lived in this house but she went away to escape her parent’s strict control of her life.”

His pupils dilated and his face was piqued with intrigued but he remained silent. If I could execute this properly I may convince him about this crazy matter.  

“The reason she came back here is because she was searching for her parents because they got Eureka’s witness of her dreams unfolding, Iris. Iris was a camera. You see, Eureka wants to be a videographer.”

The man who I am sure to be Andrew Bautista stopped listening and went to a room. It took a while before he came back “Do you mean this camera?” he flashed the compact camcorder on his veiny writer hands

“Iris!” Eureka tried to grab it away from him but he quickly hid it behind his back.

“I saw this camera, this morning on my bed. Isn’t it a convenience that you were the people who own this fine device? Now I would give you this camera gladly but you have to tell me the entire truth.”