GREY CAPS

Chapter 6: Dad

Nightmares are some of the ways our minds attempt to release the pressures and fears of our day to day thoughts. When we are in such situations in life, our thoughts in our minds are very difficult to silent.

But, when we achieve inner conflict, as we are trying to achieve inner peace the fear of the inevitable will keep us moving.

That fear has drove us this far. And as this is just the first step in our quest, as dreadful as it is; the rest will be will manifested as nightmares before we undertake it.

Before midnight, we exorcised the wraith into a small bottle Minerva had on her.

We walked slowly and silently back to the car, there was nothing golden about it.

Jude was still bleeding, I helped him as we walked. He sobbed.

Minerva was ahead of us, almost like she was leading us to something.

We came up to the street, shielding our eyes from a single bright light. It was a parked jet black motorcycle facing us.

I turned and saw a man leaning against our damaged car. An Impala car was parked just beside ours.

"I thought you boys could handle this." He said.

I recognize that voice.

"Dad!" I called.

I left Jude behind and raced up to him and hugged him. It's been six months, and this was the first sentence I heard him say when he came back. Declaration of disappointment.

I did not not care if I acted like a juvenile, I only sought for safety and peace in the arms of my father.

Jude straightened himself and walked towards us. He coughed his way in pain as he walked.

We hurdled heads together, a family together again.
We’ve just escaped eminent death and failure. We are now one step out of three in our quest. What lies ahead is dark in our minds and cold in our bones.

“I love what you’ve done with the car.” My Dad said. He had a crew haircut now. 

We are not the only ones this vendetta has taken a toll on.

He broke our reunion and walked to the driver's side of the wrecked car. He crouched and picked up a broken side mirror.

He stared into the cracked mirror run his hand over is head.

"So you couldn't handle a single wraith." He turned and looked at us.

"D-d-dad. We didn't know it was a wraith." I said. "I know it's the first entity we need and hence potentially not dangerous, b-b-but I didn't know it could be wraith."

"It's alright. We've got this thing contained now so that's what matters."

That's what matters? My thoughts riddled me now. We could have died back there and the wraith is what matters?

He walked up to me as he looked at my confused face.

He held my shoulders and braced them toward him.

"You should be more careful, when it comes to these things." He said. "I'm just fortunate that this thing is contained before it could have hurt anyone."

That's just to influence the fact that revenge is more important to him now than ever.

Jude burst coughing and almost falling.

I quickly caught him and helped him to the Impala.

"Nah uh. Put him in the back." He reminded, that he loved his Impala.

Minerva quietly chuckles and shakes her head congruently.

She tossed the bottle to my Dad. It was in a small dark brown sack.

He walked to the back of the car and placed it in a special container in the booth.

I lay Jude well in the backseat. He was breathing like a horse, I took off his Jacket to make air easily available to him.

After transferring all our stuffs from the wrecked car into my Father's car, we drove off from the sight, abandoning the scene.

Minerva rode her motorcycle ahead of us, through the foggy night. We have not exchanged any cordial words since she saved us.

And the fact that the wraith was  powerless against me was taunting me.

A wraith connects to your soul and manipulates it to control and hurt you. It couldn't control me.

I rolled up the glass to shield my face from the cold wind. I looked back at Jude's sleeping body, he needs some drugs to dress his wounds and a good sleep.

He won't be taken to the hospital. I sighed and looked at my dad.

Eyes on the road and his hands steady on the wheel. He's changed. He is more eerily focused and agitated for the course.

The time is near and I don't blame him.

I started running my fingers over the dashboard to feel comfortable and beat time. Just was letting out some sobbing from his mouth.

I opened the compartment box on the dashboard and it revealed a book or a ledger of some sort.

It was old and dark. It had golden markings on the edges and a Victorian design all over the hard cover.

I look a quick look at my dad, his eyes were still locked on the road.

I opened the book. And on the foot of the first dirty brown page. A name a was written in a cursive style.

Nikolas Gadiel

I read it the moment I saw it.

"Hey!" My Dad yelled.

I sprung back into my seat.

Quickly shut the compartment and took a dark look at me. He turned his gaze back on the road.

My heart was pounding as I leaned back in the seat looking at him.

What's happening? He's really changed. What's he hiding.

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