Chapter 36*

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Vagary
(n.) an unpredictable instance; a wandering journey; a whimsical; wild or unusual idea, desire, or action. 

Willow’s POV

Me and Dean were eating ice cream in the park. Sean allowed him to stay over with me last night, and he asked me to buy him ice cream before he gets picked up.

Angelica got me Mandy’s diary like I had asked her to. Sean almost caught her but she pretended to be there to break up with him and take her things. He didn’t care, and he has been calling me every hour to ask if he could also visit me for a sleep over like Dean did. 

Hallow and Floyd were pissed that I forgave him. I get where they come from and I hope they understand why I did everything. As much as I love Floyd, I don’t want my baby to leave without her father.

“Aunt Willow,” I looked at Dean who smiled at me, he did look like Sean. Every corner of his face showed no one but Sean.

“Yes baby?”

“Can you take me to the washroom?”

“Of course,” he stood up gobbling his ice cream cone. I walked him to the bathroom but he refused to go to the female toilet.

“I am not a girl,” he said and I stared at his face, he was not joking. I saw a man walking toward guys toilet and I approached him.

“Hi sir, can you please do me a favour?”

“Yes?”

“Can you take my son to the bathroom? He won’t go to the girls bathroom, he is too shy.”

“I’m not shy, I’m not a girl,” the man chuckled nodding his head.

“Of course.”

“Thank you,” I thanked him and waited outside the bathroom. They didn’t come back in over ten minutes and I was getting worried. I looked at my phone once more and decided to wait ten more minutes. When they didn’t show, I knocked on the bathroom door but didn’t get a reply.

I opened the bathroom door to find the man who had walked Dean in the bathroom on the floor. Blood under him. I screamed and looked through the stalls for Dean. He was nowhere. I felt the man for a pulse but it was weak. I shakily pulled my phone out and called Floyd.

“Mama?”

“Can you come here? Dean is gone and the man is-”

“Slow down,” he begged and I looked inside the stalls again.
“What is wrong?”

“Dean is gone. He was in the bathroom now he is-”

“I am on my way,” I nodded and hung up. Flipping the man over to find a knife wound, I pressed on it to stop blood from coming out and my phone rang. It was Sean, I didn’t know if I should answer or leave him like that. But it is his son, he deserves to know. But then again, what if he stops me from coming to the house to see him or for Dean to stop visiting me? I ended up picking up.

“S-Sean,” I cried and I heard him breathing deeply.

“I missed this voice. I went to the house, they said you went out for ice cream. Which-”

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