Chapter 11
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Chapter 11
This was not what Sylvie expected when she moved back here, not at all. She had come back here for the sake of her kids, perhaps fate could connect them with their father as they’ve been yearning for.
Dylan from nowhere resurfacing in her life was not part of her decor, and now he’s becoming a problem. He wouldn’t believe that her kids does not belong to him, not in the slightest.
Sylvie stayed around the premises till her kids were done with school, and went home with them. They were working on their assignments, while she hails from the kitchen preparing a sandwich for them.
She was removing the toasted breads onto a clean dish when the doorbell rang. She stopped what she was doing, her brows furrowed as to who she might have as a guest.
She took off her hand gloves and her apron, trotting out to attend to whoever was on her porch. Upon opening her door, she met an empty porch, breezy.
“Huh?” She peeped out and around, battling with confusion before her eyes caught something on the floor.
It looks like an envelope, an enveloped letter sitting plain on her doormat. Sylvie gaped around once more, quite weirded out as she bent to pick up the envelope.
Something ominous stirred up her surroundings as she tore open the envelope to see what was inside. She brought out a letter, a neatly folded one. She opened the letter to read the words scribbled on the paper.
“Welcome back, Sylvie Richard. And let me just tell you how much we’ve missed you, and expected you. I should commend your home, it’s really beautiful, it’s a nice place you have here. We should meet up soon for a cup of coffee don’t you think? This is my official introduction by the way. Call it cryptic if you must, but I simply see it as old fashioned. Yours Sincerely, S.C.”
Sylvie squeezed the enveloped letter into a rumpled piece. She peaked out around her yard in anxiousness to see if there anyone unusual in sight, there was no stranger, no one. The neighborhood was as silent and deadly as it could look, not a single aura out of check.
She rushed back inside and quickly utilized her locks. She let out a deep breath, in bid to relax her nerves before she motioned back to the kitchen.
Sylvie tried to give focus back to what she was doing but couldn’t, she’s still shook by the letter received. Who wrote it to her? Why? Who in this world is S.C?
She’s never heard of a name like that before, not while she lived here and certainly not now that she recently returned. If she wasn’t judging through her paranoia lenses, then that latter sounded almost like a threat, like her life might be in danger.
First she has to worry about Dylan, and now about whoever the f**k S.C is. None of these are what she expected when she moved back here.
Her plan was to get her kids to connect with their father before it became too late. Their father wasn’t dead, so it’s only fair she introduce them to each other while she still could.
Her phone began ringing, a disruption to her thoughts before she reached out to where the mobile was placed.
The caller was an unknown number, and her number is a new contact that has not been given to anybody except the principal at her kids’ school, as well as their teacher, then submitted at the company.
The call rang out, and soon returned, the unknown number flashed brightly in her face and after much hesitation she decided to pick.
“I nearly thought you were gonna snub my call,” A familiar voice muttered.
“Mike?”
“It’s Mikey,” he corrected instantly.
“Sir, I’m sorry. I had no idea it was you. Thank you so much for today, I couldn’t be any less-“
“Okay enough with the gratitude, it doesn’t make me feel good anymore. Now, how is your boss?” His tone went funny at the mention of her boss, it’s like he knew he was sending her to deal with a human version of a demon.
“You hired a female for someone who hates female,”
“Ironic right? Gosh I love myself,”
“He fired me,” Sylvie told him in a stilled voice, a cut into his admiration.
“Oh,”
“Then I lied about my family history and now he’s given me rules instead. If he talks to you about me, story was my mother has cancer, my husband died in a plane crash, I was thrown out of my husband’s house by his despicable family. I have to care for my kids, my sick mother, and two younger sibling of mine. Got it?”
“Why would he talk to me about you?”
Sylvie could sense the confusion in his voice following his question.
“Because you hired me?” She retorted, “And how did you even get my number?” Sylvie was just realizing, she never gave him her number, how did he get it.
“Oh yeah I did, so why would he talk to me about you cause I hired you? And to answer your question, you work for a company I partially use to run until I transferred here, you don’t need to give me your number before I can have it. And I only called to check in on how good you’re adjusting to the big man, also cause mom wanted me to be sure that you’re not fired and you’re not so goodbye!”
The call ended before Sylvie could say anything else, and she found herself creasing brows at the kind of human being this Mikey is. She doesn’t know how to describe him, the world to call him.
She attempted to drop her phone when it vibrated followed by her ringtone. She checked and it was the same number, Mike again.
“Hello?” She took the call.
“Do you wanna gist? I’m bored, and all alone here. What about you? How are the kids? Do they know I exist? How about I get to know them? Or I-“
“I’m kind of in a middle of something before I got your call so…. If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to return back to what I was doing alright? We can talk later, goodbye and thank you once again for today.” Sylvie proceeded to hung up after her statement.
Finally she could focus and finish making her sandwiches.
Then her phone pinged before she could place it down again, she took it and swiped on the notification bar that dinged.
It was a message from an anonymous sender.
~I trust that you get my letter? What do you say about a meet-up tomorrow? Visit the cafe down your street at exactly 2pm where we’d meet for a little chat, refuse to turn up and I might crazy enough to burn up your house in the middle of tomorrow’s night with you and your kids sleeping peacefully. Deal? Great, I’ll see you there.~
Sylvie read the message, fear washed all over her face as she paled out on foot.
“Mom, what’s wrong?” The quiet, calm voice of her don, Brian pulled her out of her panic attack. “Are you okay?” He questioned, worry in his tone.
- Writer
