Nagala

Chapter 6: Plan in motion.

                                                                Nagala-Chapter 6: Plan in motion.

With the sound of the double doors opening and closing downstairs, the mother walked in and looked around thinking Abigail was going to be nearby. "Richard?" The mom asked until she saw the door to their bedroom open a crack. Her feet paced over to the door and made faint thuds with every step she took. She opened the door more only to see her husband out cold, sleeping on their bed. She sighed and shook her head, before stepping closer to the bed. "Honey, I'm home. Did Abigail do all of her chores?" she asked and watched the man snort awake, with a twitch of his head.

Slowly, Richard groaned and sat up, on the mattress. His hand touched the side of his head, then his attention finally focused on his wife who had her arms folded impatiently. "Uh..." he groaned. "My head... Yeah, she did. I also added two more weeks to her being grounded. I can't remember if I left her room and passed out here, or called her in the room then passed out," he said.

"Why'd you ground her even longer?" Her question made him shrug and she shook her head. "You were so drunk, you couldn't even remember. Whatever, I'll go see if Abigail got the mail earlier. We didn't have any," That was all she said before leaving through the door and heading upstairs.

Abigail was sitting on the bed in her room, still reading the book. She quickly stashed the book under her blanket and limped over to her desk, grabbing her pencil and lined paper. Thankfully she heard the front doors open earlier and knew she had to hurry. Her hand began to doodle on the paper and the envelope rested next to her hand, fully prepared to hand it to her mom.

In came the mother with a jerked movement from the door, stress was clear in her eyes. "Abigail, did you get the mail earlier?" she questioned and folded her arms.

"Oh, yeah here," Abby stated, picked her envelope up, and walked over to her mom. When she held it out, her mother snatched it without even glancing at the girl.

Maria opened the envelope with ease and pulled the letter out, unfolding the paper. "From school, huh?" Mom said and read its contents. Dear Mr. and Mrs. Grace; I am sorry for the inconvenience but I am writing this letter to you, to inform you about the tutor. If you were going to call for the tutor then I'm sorry to say but, she has encountered misfortune. She is no longer with us and is in a happier place, so we have decided to lend you one of our top-ranked tutors to replace her. We're sorry for your loss and for her family's loss, we hope you understand our decision once you meet the new tutor. His name is Rov Abberstein. Do not panic when you see him. He is allergic to the sun's rays, so he will be clad in black. Your daughter is an exceptional student at St. Joseph's High School, we are proud to tutor her. It read. The mother frowned and sighed, before folding the paper back up and nodding. "Abigail, you'll be getting a new tutor so don't make us look bad in front of him! He is one of the top tutors in your school!" She exclaimed and turned on her heel, then made her way out the door.

Abigail smiled faintly, she knew exactly who the new tutor was and was thankful that their letter was working so far. She leaned on her good leg then turned and sat on the edge of her bed. "Now, in thirty minutes, Rov should show up at the front door," she mumbled and laid on her back.

Rov, who was up in the attic, pulled the hood back over his head and stood to his feet. The sound of Abigail's mom opening the young woman's door had woke him up from his short nap. He knew that he had thirty more minutes to wait before he confronted them at the front door. So he decided to walk over to the arched window and open the panes, by a small handle on the windowsill. With the window open, his hooded head peeked over the edge of the frame and looked down the outside wall of the mansion. It shouldn't be hard to climb down. The house is two stories high and with the right skills of parkour, I'll be able to get down without any scratches. No trees are nearby so I'll have to rely on the descent's speed. Shifting my body weight around should ease the intensity of the fall. His thoughts echoed as he examined the distance between the ground and the window. He climbed into the opening of the frame, kneeled, and held himself in place by pushing his hands on both sides of it.