Mae's POV
The summer hot sun was so scorching, I was out running some errands when I received the call of my grandmother's death, the person that called gave me the address which my grams refused to disclose all these years.
To say I was devastated was an understatement. Getting back to my apartment in New York, I prepared for the coming journey.
You could say my grandma and I were pretty close, though it's been like forever we saw last. I am a writer in New York, I writes about celebrities, their lives, work, affairs, relationships, etc. It doesn't pay much but it still enough to pay the bills and some little upkeep. I placed a call to Jena my boss informing her I'm talking a week off to my late grams place.
"Hi Jena, how has been your day so far?" I asked her though I wasn't in the mood for pleasantries, I sat on the bed with a ripped Jean and a black top I would be putting on tomorrow.
"hello darling, I'm fine. I need you at the office tomorrow before 9am let's both go over Joseph Morgan's biography before I asked them to send it to the net.." that's one thing about Jena even though you called her first she wouldn't allow you to state your business before she brings up her own matter.
"... And I hope you've gotten the perfect dress for the event we are attending Friday night. I'm so happy there will be lots of celebrities there which equals to much stories to write about.." I couldn't take it anymore so I cut her off.
"Jena, I'm sorry but I won't be in office tomorrow neither will I be attending the party.." I almost said stupid party before I caught myself, she cuts in.
"what! What do you mean by you won't be in office and you won't be attending the party, do I need to remind you how important this event is?". It's rude to cut people's off when they are speaking, well, I did same just now but can you fault me?.
"I just got a call now about my grandmother's death which means I will be going over there to oversee the funeral and all the remaining stuffs. I should be back in a week".
I stood up and walked into the closet to add two snickers to the cloths I was packing.
"oh! dear, you could have started with that first, you scared me I thought you wanted to quit work. If it's that, it's okay you have a week off and I'm sorry for your loss. Accept my condolences, I will take Sofia instead." Sofia is Jena's personal assistant.
" okay thanks, see you when I get back. Bye."
I disconnected the call. I dropped my IPhone on the bed, zipped the bag and placed it beside the bed. Before I went to bed, I cried myself to sleep holding the last thing she gave me that night. I cried not totally because she died but because I wasn't there with her, it's been over five years we saw last.. We departed when I was just 16year old.
Mollenatia here I come.
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The following morning
I have been driving for over 4hours now to the direction the map is pointing to. All what I have been seeing for the last 2hours was just forest. At long last I started seeing some few houses, I don't know how these beautiful houses are built in the middle of nowhere.
And who has ever heard of Mollenatians mountain before? I sure haven't, well not before this. I needed a refill soon and I hoped I could find a gas station In this town, driving for like 10mins again I happily saw a gas station.
I drove inside, came down from the car, dropped some few dollars into the machine and started refilling. Doing that I suddenly heard a noise behind me or should I call it a growling like that of an animal, I prayed to the heavens there shouldn't be a wolf in that forest or I would be damned, if it's a tiger or God knows what animal that's making that sound. When I turned back and looked to the forest I could have sworn I saw a pair of black eyes watching me, I blinked my eyes to make sure I wasn't hallucinating, when I opened them back lo and behold nothing was there.. So I might have imagined them earlier.
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