Bab 12: CHAPTER 12 Who is guilty? 2
It drew her imagination in, and she froze there, blinking, she peered at the rough bark attempting to free herself from the grip of the tree. It was certainly magic, she sensed it. Earnestine tried to move her, but she couldn't. Janeka had flashes of creatures inside it, she saw people wail, growl, and cry in endless pain. It was typical hell, darkness, and emptiness. She saw people slaughtered, incinerated, and chopped with axes. She looked slowly and saw a dagger. It was silver with the Latin language written on it, this silver dagger slowly turned into pure gold as if a spell was cast on it. She took her time to memorize the symbols inscribed on it. She kept seeing it all, the world burning in flames, the earth trembling, trees withering, she saw a figure she recognized, but she didn't get a much better view, then she got pulled out.
“We need to leave.” Janeka gasped, as she took three steps backward, she tripped, and fell, quivering as she stood back on her feet, and fled. Earnestine chased after her, they ran some distances farther before she eventually caught up with her breathing heavily, as she held her arms tight.
“What the hell happened in there?” Earnestine asked.
“We need to leave.” Janeka said with watery eyes. Staring deep into Earnestine's eyes, she couldn't believe that those people had all died. The world burned, and she just stood there watching it happen, while taking Earnestine's arm, and they both disappeared.
Hayley searched the whole of Sabrina's room, but she couldn't find anything suspicious or anything to prove that she was responsible. If Sabrina was not accountable for the sudden disappearance of Nick Simpson, that means they had another villain to stop, she thought. Hayley heard the door open, she could hear Earnestine, and Janeka shouting at each other, as they got into the living room. Unsatisfied that she didn't find anything in Sabrina's room. She left, scampering down the stairs, hoping they had found something.
“Sabrina did not kill Nick. There is another witch in this town.” Janeka said, quivering, as she recalled flashes of those images she saw while touching the oak tree. Those words hit Hayley, and she got transfixed still leading down the stairs, she blinked twice before she was able to get back to reality.
“This is something we have to tackle together, as a family.” Hayley said while she took another step.
“Give an account of what you saw, Jane.” Earnestine complained as she sat on the couch. She was getting infuriated hoping that it wasn't the old woman that attacked Hayley, that was credible for Nick's death.
“It's a lot of shit,” Janeka scoffed, as she gulped down a bottle of water that was standing on the stool beside her. She expired deeply, unleashing the images she saw, all she wanted was to clear her mind.
“This is devastating.” Janeka said, crying silently.
Hayley saw the tears that rippled down her eyes, she stepped closer to her. The worst thing Janeka could think of was him, it can't be. She could not let it happen, even if her sisters turned against her when they learned the truth. She would still stand by the words of her mother, she knew what the oak tree was, and the person inside of it.
“I can't permit it to happen. I will stop him.” She reiterated, standing on her feet, she began to pace up and down the living room. Was she going crazy? Earnestine and Hayley thought.
Freya and Eamon were driving down the street. They smiled at each other while he concentrated on driving, he looked forward, then at the side mirrors before he swerved to the right. Freya was holding the wedding card, it had a blue background with the milk color leaflet attached to it. Freya and Eamon's names were boldly written on the card, and the venue and time were also specified, she smiled before glancing at Eamon who looked at her. Finally, she was going to have her kids and her family. The Michael family would become extended, and that was what she always wanted, another generation. She was more than overwhelmed, her smile disappeared when she recalled what occurred while they were attempting to complete the rituals, she didn't want that to come in between her marriage. They drove into Eamon's house, and they both alighted after he stationed the car in the garage. They held each other's arms, as they strolled into the house.
“Words can't explain how I love you–.” Freya was interrupted when she felt Eamon's middle finger on her soft lips. She breathes out before she caressed his chest.
“Words can't explain how we love each other.” Eamon corrected. Meanwhile, Eamon was holding a pack of pizza in his hands, he peeked at it before twisting the door handle, and they stepped into the living room.
“I need to get water.” Eamon told Freya, as he took a turn to the kitchen.
“Take your time my dear.” Freya smiled. They kissed each other before he dashed into the kitchen. Exhaling deeply, she sat on the couch. The house was a well-furnished duplex with beautiful interior designs, a plain wooden floor, huge staircases, chandeliers, and a home theatre.
Eamon was an avid reader, and he had a small bookshelf that was filled with suspenseful books. Freya's phone beeped, she got a message from Janeka, and it was urgent.
“Perhaps, they found the killer.” She mumbled.
“What killer?” Eamon asked, he had walked into the living room, and he heard her.
“A random guy got missing, and we think it's a witch or some sort of creature.” Freya explained.
“What's your concern? Perhaps, this boy is a truant and must have fled Weston Hills without his parents' approval.” Eamon chuckled, as he sat on the couch.
“Don't be in a haste to pass your judgment.” Freya said. What if he was telling the truth? What if Sabrina wasn't accountable for the accusations? She puffed out, as they headed to the dining table.
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