Accident
1018 Words
"You must be the woman who came to meddle in what was already bad? Eliza?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion.
"I was called here," I tried to explain, remaining calm, but my answer was abruptly interrupted.
"Take advantage of the fact that you're not in town yet and come back," Christopher insisted, reinforcing the idea that I should reconsider my presence. He was so thick.
His words caused a mixture of discomfort and irritation. My personality had always been serene and calm, but dealing with rude and cold people was not something I liked or accepted easily. This was just another challenge, another person trying to put me on the spot about something I knew very well how to deal with.
"Thank you for your help," I replied, keeping a respectful tone, even though my patience was being tested to the extreme.
I wasn't ungrateful.
"You can't ignore what we've said. You don't know what you're getting into," Michael warned, issuing a final warning, trying to dissuade me from continuing, but he used a calmer tone. Not like his brother.
This showed that the two had different personalities, while one was rude and direct, the other managed to be friendly and helpful.
When the conversation came to an end with these words of warning, I found myself confronting the stubbornness of yet another individual.
"I'll do what I want. Thank you for your help."
One of the brothers laughed, while the other kept a closed expression.
"We don't need any more people to get in the way of the case," one of them pointed out, clearly expressing his distrust of my presence.
"What are you afraid of? This could be guilt," I retorted, maintaining my determination but realizing that the situation was becoming more tense.
"You don't know where you're going!" insisted Christopher, trying to advance towards me, but his brother's hand stopped him.
"I can't wait to see," I replied bravely, even though the heavy rain and thunder in the sky made me wish for hot tea and dry clothes.
It was at that moment that something changed. Christopher looked me in the eye, and I felt as if an electricity ran through the air. A growing energy that left me paralyzed in place, as if I were being hypnotized by that look. His green eyes locked onto mine, and the sensation was mesmerizing.
Then he sighed deeply, as if he had found something he was looking for in me. His hand reached up and touched my face. The other brother moved closer and pushed Christopher's hand away, breaking the contact abruptly.
Fear ran through my body, making me shiver.
"She's from the city, Michael. Where do I know her face from?" asked Christopher, confused and intrigued.
I didn't know what to say, fear and bewilderment overwhelmed me.
"She's a stranger, Christopher!" insisted Michael.
"No, Michael, she's not a stranger. Aren't you feeling that energy?" Christopher retorted, revealing a sensitivity that was beyond comprehension and that I, unexpectedly, seemed to have awakened.
At that moment, the two brothers looked at me in a way that made me feel like a piece of meat in a shop window. It was as if they agreed with everything they had said before, a kind of tacit confirmation of their words.
The situation seemed increasingly absurd and disconcerting to me.
"You should get help. I don't know what you used, but let me go and I'll forget all about it. I'm very tired of this rain, I don't have all these muscles to protect me. I'm completely wet. Do you want to know who I am?" I argued, trying to regain control of the situation.
I went to the car, opened the door and took out a business card I was carrying. I handed it to one of the brothers with a deep sigh.
"What's this?" he asked, examining the card.
"It's called a card. Here's where you can find me. I'll be in town until the case is solved. I'm not going to let anyone get away with this," I explained, emphasizing my determination regarding the investigation that had led me there.
It was then that Michael grabbed my arm, making me face him.
"You're Elizabete Colin's daughter, one of the missing persons from 2008, aren't you?" he asked, taking me by surprise and making my heart race.
"Yes, it's me," I replied, somewhat stunned by the revelation. The memory of my mother and the tragedy of her death came flooding back.
Michael let go of my arm and took a step back, seeming to reflect on the situation.
"You'd better be on your way, we won't get in the way," he suggested, casting a meaningful glance at Christopher.
The two brothers walked away from my car, almost enigmatically, as if they had decided something between them. Within seconds, they disappeared from my sight, leaving me speechless at the turn of events in that unusual and disturbing encounter.
"Welcome home, Elisa," I muttered as I got into the car, feeling the upholstery soaked by the rain and regretting the expense of fixing it.
I started the car and adjusted the plastic on the window before driving off, with the weight of that strange encounter with the two men, Christopher and Michael, still haunting me. I didn't feel like dealing with any more eccentric people that day.
The problems I was already carrying were more than enough.
As I approached a bend, something jumped in front of the car. The steering wheel heaved, my chest collided with it and the vehicle spun on the road before crashing into a tree. I was breathing heavily for a moment, listening to the continuous sound of the horn and the rain that seemed to have invaded the interior of the car.
My vision blurred and I struggled to open my eyes. It was then that I saw the silhouette of a dark shadow above me, feeling something scratch my skin before it could hurt me.
Then a loud, powerful howl echoed in the air. Then everything went black and I fell unconscious.
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