Repent

eleven

CHAPTER 11

Gemma couldn't see a sight of Harry like she demanded, the readiness of her being non existent, and she also had a class to teach. But, she commanded, and we said 'no'.

The visit of the Ridge's home caused me with no sleep last night, The inquiry of his sister visiting our building in what seemed like some couple of minutes. She was held in the questioning of our wondering mouths, query after query escaping past our lips, not giving her a single chance to speak her words. The feeling of how she must discem right now racing through my mind, how all her pent up initiation released just moments after we had made our way to her home. After our visitation at their home, we made our way back to the small town, to our job and delivered the news that had been needed for over weeks. Over half of the notepad had been no spaced, the messy scribbling of Red's onto the surface of the notepad.

Today, she was meeting her brother, her blood, one of her family that she hadn't seen in a long time. Harry didn't know. He couldn't know by the fact that they hadn't seen each other for a long, long time, and they didn't even take a chance to. I hadn't interrogated with Harry for the sake of the days for the investigations had been running for over three days, now. Our goal being to find all the family of the Styles, wanting to actually gain their mental and physical attention that their son was almost at the time of decision, of fear, of what seemed to be a never ending case. But, that was the point; he couldn't care any less by his focus of the case, his case, the look on his features proved it all.

I couldn't make out what had caused Harry, himself, to be so cool about this case, what had made him to not care about what his consequences were. My interrogation with him was going to commence in just a couple of days, the inception starting in just a few after the sight and suspicions of Harry and his sister. The tension of it all caused a battle in the atmosphere, my only question being why Gemma wanted to see Harry since they hadn't even seen an image of each other for the past years, both of them too grown up to remember each other.

But, they couldn't forget each other, the memories that they shared was too unforgettable to forget.

By now, I had arrived to the building, Gemma already marked her spot in the waiting room, my eyes meeting her teary one for a second, then, signalling for her to follow me. Instantly, she did, myself preeminently leading the way, her sniffles echoing from behind me. I frowned, tightening my jaw in an uncomfortable manner for a second. The sense of knowing that Harry was in that room, awaiting for my inquiry to happen, but not having the idea that his sister, who had been hidden in the shadow, was here to have an interrupted or normal conversation with him, something that they hadn't done with each other in a interminable time.

Tranquility had materialized to the aerospace, the only note being filled into my hearing organ was each sniffle flicking past her smelling organ, before my case's sister articulated. "I can't belive that I'm going to meet my brother that I hadn't seen for twelve years, now. I've tried calling him when I had just turned twenty, to sing me a happy birthday, but I couldn't gain the deep voice of his. The only sound being that fucked up one of the lady, telling me that the number couldn't been reached,"

"You have no idea how much I wanted to tell her to fuck off." She affixed.

"Please, don't even care to have a conversation with him, just talk to him." I urged. Before adding, "He had been cursing every person that had come to his image, if it's either coming to bring him food or just to have a conversation with him. I had a feeling that he doesn't like this place . . . "

Mrs. Ridges guffawed coldly, convulsing her head from left to right, answering. "Who would?" I nodded in agreement. "I mean, you have the bathrooms smelling like rat asses, the floors dirty as shit, and just other dumb ass shit that I can't even look at if I tried. It is disgusting." Could she fit any more curse words in that sentence, noticing the way the muscles in her jaw folded all together in an uncomfortable matter. The location that we had been headed getting accessible and accessible.