FORSAKEN

Daydreamer.

"Avigale!?” I turn my body away from the car window we’d been driving for  hours and I was pretty sure he’d taken the wrong turn at least four times “Oh thank god, she's alive. The GPS says we have another twenty minutes to go and we should be there.” I reach down for my handbag fishing through it for the little blue container that held the anxiety medication I’d been taking for as long as I could remember; I see Astin’s body tense next to me and straighten.

“I’m fine; honestly I just need to sleep.” I cover myself, it was almost three am, and the last time I’d had a decent sleep, was forty-something hours ago.  I was definitely not alright, what if we’d done all of this, been through all the trouble and he didn’t even want to be found? I mean it couldn’t of been that hard to try and find me if he had really wanted to, what if he moved on and he has his own family now? He probably wouldn’t appreciate me just showing up, but then he and Paeton hadn’t left me with any other options since she refused to tell me anything, I was going to have to get the answer’s myself. I tried to sleep the five-hour drive to the small town I used to call home, but every inch of me was awake, alive and ready.

I was grateful that Astin had made the trip with me; I knew he had mixed feelings on the subject of finding my dad, even though it was pretty much his idea to find him.

 I was the one freaking out at the start, but somewhere along the way we seemed to of switched positions, not that I was complaining. Anything that stopped me from giving our plan away was fine by me, even if that meant that he was going to take most of the burden on, we both knew that the moment Paeton found out it wouldn’t matter who did what, mum would be crushed. 

I knew my chance's of hurting her where high, but they were even higher for me at this stage, what kind of a father doesn’t follow his kid. A question that kept me up late at night, even with all the war and all the fights and tension when Sarg gets home I couldn’t ever see him leaving Paeton.

Astin sinks back into his chair, clearly done for the day, his eyes look like he ordered a dozen coffees on the plane and bought another two along the way, his muscles are no longer tense, I look up to see what he sees. A mattered flag hang of the trees beside the welcome sign, an annual festival, though the sign had been signed and made in 2007. Clearly no one bothered to take it down.

Welcome to Bell Town.

Population; three thousand.

The entrance in to Bell Town was something taken straight from a movie, once you crossed the only road leading into the town, you had to cross over a small bridge, the water was so clear I could see the white pebbles at the bottom, the roads are thin enough for two cars on the other side of the bridge,  is a roundabout filled with tropical flowers, red, orange, a beautiful lime green foliage of leaves and grass;  our hotel sat on the right-side of the road it looked like a picture, all along both sides of the road tree branches reached to the other side forming an archway down the street, on the other side a forest, further up you could see the little side shops light's and the signs for them.

Our hotel was as old as the town, well almost

The moss growing over the bricks had solved the issue of needing to renovate it look like a castle hidden between the green.

I didn’t even bother to take notice of the inside, my eyelids kept fighting against me, I’d sat on the lounge waiting for Astin to check-in, I’d been up for a good two days my body done! I was  ready to crash.

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