Buried trust

Chapter 7

(Songs; Echo-Jason Walker, Love's to blame-for King&country.)

I see if Luke has sent me any other messages. He only tried to call me. What is so important so early in the morning. I walk downstairs and put the book and my notebook in my bag. My bag is ripped on the side but it can still hold my books, so I'm fine with it. Alex told me I had to get a new bag when we were shopping. I liked the summer, nothing weird going on in my mind. I walk into the kitchen to make some breakfast for everyone. I squeeze oranges and put some bread in the toaster. I bake some pancakes for my dad and pour some syrup over it. I grab some berry's from my mom's garden and decor the food with it. I put the plates and glasses full of oranges juice on a tray and leave a note. I grab my own pancakes and orange juice and walk to the sofa. I put the tv on but keep the volume low so my mom and dad can sleep.

The news says that there were again three animal attacks. One girl named Sophie, a guy named Bryce and an old lady. They searched the whole area for a mountain lion but never found one. What could it be? Al bodies drained of blood. Is it real, do vampires exist? But that means that werewolves and witches are also real. My head can't think clearly right now. "Sweetie, did you make breakfast for us?" my mom ask from the kitchen. "I did, I made you toast and dad some pancakes. Enjoy your breakfast." "Why were you up so early?" "I had a nightmare and couldn't sleep after that," I explain and my mom nods. She takes the tray upstairs to eat breakfast with my dad. I look at the pictures on the wall. My mom, dad and me sitting at the beach. I see grandma also on the picture that means that grandpa had taken the photo. I open the small closet under the photos on the wall. I know that the old picture books from my mom and dad are in it. I pick one randomly and open the book. On the first few photos, my dad sits on a chair with my granddad. There are a lot of photos missing from the book. I see one picture fold in half and put in the book. My dad when we were four years old. I fold the picture open and see the girl from my dreams standing next to my young dad. She has her arm wrapped around him. I drop the photo and close the book and put it back in the closet. I grab the picture from the ground and put it in my school bag.

I drive straight to school because Alex was driving with Natalie and her dad. I park my car and walk inside to see if Luke is already at school. He is standing with Niall at their lockers. I walk towards them but Ethan steps in front of me when I am close to Luke. "We have to talk, right now," Ethan says. He grabs my arm and tries taking him with me. I turn around to see why he stopped. It's Luke. "Let her go," he demands Ethan to let go of my arm. Luke talked slowly and with a cold tone. Ethan slowly lets go of his grip on my arm. They are looking at each other right I the eyes and all I can think is I have to get out of here. Before I know it Ethan's fist is flying trough the air at Luke's face. His fist slams against Luke's face and Luke balls his fists. He grabs Ethan's head and slams it against the lockers. Not one, not two but three times. "Luke stop it" I scream but they seem they didn't hear me. Around us, a group of people is yelling and encouraging the fighting. Ethan pushes Luke over to the ground and begins to punch Luke's head again and again. When I see a scratch form in Luke's face. I decided to take Ethan of Luke. But before I can touch Ethan his arm goes behind him to lash out. His arm goes straight into my stomach and his strength pushes me back. Ethan and Luke look at me when my head hits the wall. The last thing I saw from the fight is they both run to me. Luke his face is completely healed. I look if Niall is still around to take Luke away from Ethan but Niall is nowhere to be found.

The girl from my dream is walking through the school. She wasn't here when the fight started. She walks towards me and I set a step back. My back hits the wall. Great now I can't escape her. When she stands in front of me she holds a paper in her hand. I see my handwriting. I am shocked, did I succeed? I succeded when I put a paper into flames. It sounds very weird. It is weird. When she opens her mouth she says these words I can't understand. They are in this rare language. I never heard of it. "I'm sorry, I can't understand you," I say. All the girl does is smile at me and point to my bag. I look at it and see the picture of my dad and her laying in the front pocket. She is telling me something but what. When I look up to thank her she is gone. My head is pounding and I feel dizzy.

I wake up at the nurse her office and see Luke sitting in the chair. No scratch in his face. How did he heal that fast? His eyes look at mine. I don't want to look at him. I know it wasn't him that pushed me to the wall but still, he could just accept that Ethan hit him. I know boys aren't like that. I try to stand up but I feel dizzy so I walk to the chair to go and sit. Luke stands up to help me but I wave him away. "I'm really sorry this happened Maddie," he says. I look at him with cold eyes. "You shouldn't have started to fight him, fighting never gets anyone anywhere," I say harshly. Before I started dating Luke he fought a lot. I thought to him that you can talk with someone about your problems instead of fighting with them. Luke is a violent person but in his heart I know he is a good person. "Luke, you did have a scratch on your cheek. That's why I went to you and Ethan to get him off you." "I think it was just some blood from Ethan his fist," Luke responds quickly. Why is he so vague at the moment. I Think of how Ethan must have been hurt. I didn't see his fist bleeding but maybe they did. Is he okay? He probably is because he is a werewolf and can heal fast. I grab my bag and take Luke's hand. "Let's go to class," I say and Luke nods.

When we arrive in the classroom, it's quiet. I sit down at a free table and grab my notebook. I also grab the photo from my dad and the girl out of my front pocket and begin to study the photo. I see nothing weird on it. I turn it around and see a name. Marion Moreau. What a beautiful name. Why does she have the same last name as my dad? My last name is Richards because my father wouldn't let me live with the last name Moreau. I would have loved it if I had a french last name. I put the name in google and find a lot of nonsense about the last name Moreau. I don't find any other pictures. I open my notebook and put the photo in it and write down Marion Moreau.