DILEMMA

chapter 4

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I can actually relate to the little girl who wrote those letters because my father left me when I was an infant.
I don't remember anything about my father.

Every time I ask my mom about where my father is  and why he abandon me, she always gives me excuse after excuse. Like for instance, his gone forget about him, if he cared he'd stayed and his not worth talking about.
With the thought of all that I begin to tear up, I'm a person who easily cries that's one of my many weaknesses.
Jake snaps me out of my thoughts With a clap on my face. He notices my watery eyes and asks as he holds my shoulder, "Grace Anderson why are you crying now?"
I whip the tears before they fall of my eyes and inhale and exhale then say, "never mind Jake Miller, it's nothing."

He looks at me analyzing me as I continue to whip the tears off my face and he says frustratedly, "just answer me, don't say it's nothing cause it's something Grace Anderson."

To avoid us being here for a long time, let me just tell Jake Miller why I'm crying at least his concerned about me.

"Listen Jake Miller, I've never ever seen my own father before, I'm like that little girl who wrote those letters to her father. I feel her pain, her craving to see him again and her love for a man who forsaken her. That's what I'm crying about, are you happy? You've known now!"

He stares completely fazed as I blabbed out.

Now we're both starring at each other quietly.

Tears just roll up my cheeks as I stare in his blue eyes. He holds my palms softly and I feel his embrace.

He says still embracing me, "Listen up Grace Anderson, shit happens, people may walk away from you or even maybe die, it's called life. But always remember that you still have people who love you now and will never leave you alone, they are people who care about you. So learn to move on and forget about the broken past, think of the golden future which you have ahead of you."

His words opened up a part of me that I've never thought I'd open up to. I'm very elated by his glamorous words.

I'm filled with great ecstasy and euphoria.

He lets go of my palms meticulously and puts his curly hair that was on his face behind him.

I stare at him with a smile.

His words must have touched his soul because he suddenly looks gloomy. Maybe someone walked away from him or maybe he lost a loved one. Yes he did, his mom.
Jake Miller lost his mom a few years ago in a terrible car crush, she died on the spot without even saying goodbye to her son.
Jake Miller says snapping me out of my thoughts, "we need to start moving, we've been in here for so long."
I node my head assuring him I get it.

Jake walks towards the door and opens the door then whispers saying, "let's go and search for more clues before the guard comes. Remember, plus it's getting pretty late and I've got a controlling older sister."

Jake Miller went first and I follow him behind.

Immediately, i step out of the room and into the hallway, I felt as if I have been here before. Why would this place be so familiar. It is indeed from my nightmares, this place is actually real.
But I've never been here before, how's that possible?

I was hearing a voice of a little girl crying and screaming. I swear I am so scared and afraid.

I look at Jake Miller who looks fazed as he stares around that dark hallway. I move quickly to him and hold his shoulders, "Jake I'm afraid."

He stares at me quietly and He holds my elbow and pulls me to him. He puts his hand around my arm and we continue to walk this scary hallway.
We walk past a stair case and some locked bedroom doors. Jake Miller tried opening some doors but unfortunately, not in our fluke they were locked up.

we continue to walk the dark scary hallway and at the end of the hallway in front of us was a huge wooden door slightly opened.

Jake points at the door then whispers, "let's check what's in there."

Jake enters first and I follow him behind.

When i step in the room it was awkwardly big.
It didn't look like a normal bedroom, it looks more like a office because it has a huge table filled with papers and a chair on the center.
It also as an odd electric chair on the left corner. The electric chair has a helmet with plenty of wires connected to the adapter.
That is weird and confusing, how come?
And also a huge brown cabaret on the right side.
What an odd room to be in a cabin. I'm wondering why an old cabin would have an electric chair in it, that's so confusing.

The room was dusty and it appeared very old. This cabin must be really old. Maybe built in the 50s because of the way it's built.

I walk towards the table with books and papers filled on it. The papers and books had appeared to have dust on them.

Jake walks to the electric chair and sits on it.
I notice him and quickly shout, "jake what are you doing that's an electric machine it can electrify you. Don't be childish."

Jake gets up and laughes while saying "relax it's old and it's not be working anymore. Plus this cabin probably doesn't even have electricity. It's an old cabin Grace Anderson relax."
I'm worried sick right now, he might hurt himself and that's something I can't stand. I still was not sure and wanted to take precautions.

I leave him and let him do whatever he wants since his practically older than me by one year. He knows what his doing, I'm trying to look out for him but he isn't listening.
I start looking around the table.
Thoroughly searching for anything useful. Maybe I'll find another letter, maybe now written by the father.

I see a book just underneath the table, it looks like an essential book and so I squat down to grab it. I get on my knees and reach my palms to the book that's under the table and I grab the book.

I hold the book in my hands and It is dusty.
The cover of the book is plan brown and it has some silver metal lining in the sides.
What an odd book.
Why does this book look so special?

I flip the page and it writes "personal dairy".