Lost in their Past

Chapter 73:- The Secret

When Charlus knocked on Grace's door, Serena was talking to her mother. Grace looked so full of life and chirpy, however, there was a grimace spread over Serena's face.

"I'm sorry," Charlus panted, having run all the way across Hald Fest to her room, "I thought you would be alone."

"It's alright," said Serena, "I was just talking about Alain."

"Oh? His family?"

"His what?!" Grace barked, she angrily looked towards Serena, "his what?!"

Serena looked at Charlus with a deathly look, "Why would you do that?!" She stood up, "Alain told us not to!"

The brunet ransacked his brain for that particular piece of information but he had been high on painkillers the entire time. "I don't know."

Serena sighed, "Look, mum..." she bit her lip, trying to come up with an answer that would make Grace less angry, "oh sorry, I have to go!"

She ran past Charlus, mouthing the words, 'goodluck'.

The brunet couldn't help but laugh at her childishness. All his epiphanies and doubts became clearer as her blonde hair brushed against his face. How could I have been so blind? He asked himself, it was in front of me all along.

Grace was surprised to see him out of breath when he first arrived, although she was less in awe than she should've been because she'd already seen him battling Alain on the ground weeks ago. He was older than her dead brother.

"Alain has a family?" She asked.

Charlus shook his head, "Forget about it," he sat down at the corner of her bed, "I have to tell you something."

It was hard to find some space to sit because after Serena left, Grace was lying on the bed as if someone had sprayed her, her arms were falling off the bed and her head was bobbed at the edge.

"Okay," she said, "say."

A sigh escaped his lips, "When I was in Citadark and they were beating the living crap out of me—"

"Been there," Grace offered a hi-fi but Charlus shrugged it off.

"—and they were beating the living crap out of me, I was on the bridge of death or maybe I was dead for a few minutes or seconds. And then, I saw James."

Grace couldn't help but frown, she looked as if she was trying hard not to question his mental status.

"We shared a hug, had a talk or two. I had some doubts in my life but then James told me a story of when we were young and decided to smoke—"

"Cut to the chase, Blue," she sighed, "I don't have time to hear your sob story, I have to go kill my nephew."

The brunet chewed his lip, the words he longed to ask couldn't leave his mouth for some reason."When-when was Serena born?" He asked, his body was pumping blood like crazy.

Grace got up, stretching her arms and cracking her neck. "She turns 20 in October, do the counting yourself."

"Really?" He asked rhetorically, "I was having a chat with Ash... he seems to think differently."

Grace growled as she dragged her feet out of the bed, "Did Ash give birth to her?" She snapped.

"No," he said, "but the cover on the back of her album agrees with me."