The Unknown

Chapter 9

As I close the door I lean back and take a huge breath. The thought of being with him was driving me mad his body against mine. Him being my first. Getting to have every inch of him. My phone buzzes "pick you up tomorrow at 7 no questions. J x" 

I take a very long needed cold shower to calm myself. As I stand under the cool water the hot and steamy thoughts of Jason and I and all the things I wanted him to do to me slowly fizzle away and in its wake thoughts of my dream last night come back in heaps. I need to work out what that voice meant by the night I left the night I was taken. I wish I could ring my grandparents and ask them if they understood any of it but after I changed my name from Rise back to knight they said they didn't want anything to do with me. 

Was this dream worth the heartache of going to see them after 8 years and seeing the disappointment and hatred I saw all those years ago. I take my towel and lay back on my bed. I close my eyes in hopes I can get some clarity. 

"Sophie, remember that night. Remember the people. Remember your calling" the voice whispers, the throbbing behind my ear begins again. This can"t be a coincident there has to be an explanation. I dig out old books, search online for anything that may help. I search for the article I was shown growing up about my parents death but nothing. Apparently the article doesn't exist. I spend hours searching and doing research but I keep coming up empty.

 "Remember that night, remember the people, remember your calling" the voice has become a ringing in my ears but I have no answers as all I can recall I called the boy woofs and he had dark hair. After a few minutes I pull up a map of where my parents used to live. I know I have to go there, I check to see if there is any record of who lives there, but it seems that it has never changed ownership. I grab my bag and head to my car. Its an hours drive to the edge of town. Everything within half a mile looks abandoned. I slowly pull up at the house. Tears prick the corners of my eyes, I blink them back and take it in. The house still stands and looks exactly the same I have so many emotions surging through me. I just stand there and take it all in giving me time to get my mind together on what I may see inside. 

"No one has been here in 20 years" and older voice calls. I turn to see a small frail looking lady. "I was asked to keep the house in order by the owner until there daughter comes" 

"Do you know what happened here?" I ask curious as to why she was asked to look after it. 

"There are a few stories some of which I think you may know, some say the parents were killed, some say the daughter ran away yet others believed she was kidnapped. But nobody really knows" she looks me up and down "whats it to you anyway?" 

"Ow sorry I'm Sophie Knight I lived here a long long time ago" I sigh. "Something has called me here" 

"Ow my, you are the daughter, how wonderful heres the keys go on in" a look of relief crosses her face

 "Did you know my parents?"  

 "Well sort of we were friendly. So do you know what truly happen here?" 

"I have no idea, I'm hoping to find answers" I unlock the door and walk in. Its like stepping back in time, everything was as I remembered it. I walk through the down stairs looking at pictures of my parents and I. I pick it up and hold it close. I wish they were here right now. As I look along the photos I see one of myself and woofs I can't help but smile. I walk up the stairs to my room it's like tidal waves of memories returning. Sat on my dresser is the two wolves from my dream I pick them up and place in my bag. It's not stealing is it after all they are mine. I head to the room at the end of the landing and find a study. I take my time searching the shelves for answers but all I can find are books on the moon and werewolves. Guess I know where I got my keen interest on the night. I look at the time and guess I should head home.

As I leave the house I see the frail lady is sat on a bench.  She looks peaceful almost like a weight has been lifted as I approach she looks up and smiles. " Did you find what you were looking for?" she asks. 

"Not really I have even more questions than I came with. is it okay if I come back from time to time?" 

"Of course, it is your house after all" she smiles. 

"Sorry before I leave, why were you asked to keep the house in order"  

" your parents left a letter asking for the house to be looked after until the day you returned, I guess you could say my work is done" she smiled and walked off down the street. The drive back home seemed long. Why are there so many stories about what happened? And which one is true?