Daybreak (Project:Mystery #2) [COMPLETE]

Chapter Sixteen: that girl (friend)

Chapter Sixteen: that girl (friend)

Mare's POV
Five years later...

"Here's your cash, kid," said the man cashier and give me the money. "How's your mother, boy?"

"She's fine. Physically stable I guess," I answered and turned back at him. "How's your daughter?"

"Doing fine. Her physical health was slowly being stable by those machines in the hospitals and the money that your mother gave to me is really great help. Bring my thanks to Mavis."

I nodded and turned my back to him. I was about to leave when I saw a glimpse of someone running fast toward one of the ice cream coolers.

"Mr. Salt," I called the owner of the store.

"Hmm?"

"I think I forgot to buy something. Can I go check again?" I asked him.

"Sure. No probs. Take your time, boy," he replied.

I ran fast towards the ice cream coolers and put my eyes into hawk eye mode. I looked thoroughly if someone was in there. I saw nothing.

I took a step forward and my eyes widened as I felt the air beside me go fast. 

I knew that it was a person and I saw a glimpse of 'his' hair. Must be a girl. 

I twisted myself and grab her wrist so fast and pulled her. Her feet stopped moving.

I looked down to see what was in her hand. It was a plastic full of ice cream. I frowned and looked up again at her. Why is she stealing them?

"Stealing ice creams?" I asked. She didn't look back at me so I pulled her arm and my eyes widened as I saw the familiar face. I frowned. "Mayra?"

She glared at me and pulled her arm away from my grasp and hopped back two times away from me. 

I looked at her confusingly. "Why are you here?"

She looked at me with no emotion. "Who are you?"

I felt that she froze me for a minute. "W-What are you saying? W-Who am I? I'm your brother, Mayra! It's me, Mare!"

"I don't know you," she said and stood up. "I just came here to pick what my mother's organization wants and for your information, my name is Mayrene, not Mayra, stranger."

I frowned. "Your mother has no organization," I replied. "Our Mama is no longer in the Furrer Mafia, Mayra."

She frowned as she looked at me confusingly. "How did you know what my father's organization's name is? Are you stalking me?"

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Excuse me. I've been searching for you for five years but still haven't found you. I just saw you here, idiot."

She scoffed. "You're feeling close to me. Dude, you're not even on my level."

"I see you have those ice creams for your mother's organization. Hand it back, you're stealing it."

She raised an eyebrow at me. "How could you tell?"

"You have a plastic bag with you before you came here. If you go to this store, you should bring a cart with you than a plastic bag which means you're literally going to steal that."

"Huh. Not bad, my stalker."

"Hey! My name's Mare!" 

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She suddenly tossed the plastic bag to me. Luckily, my reflexes were fast and I caught the plastic bag quickly. When I looked up, she was running away. "See ya." And then, she left.