Keys To The Hearts

Chapter Twenty-Four

The doorbell rang.

The acoustic springing tone bounced back twice before it lowered down, exclaiming someone was waiting out of the house.

Faith's hand descended slightly. She chose not to care and started twisting the bristles of the brush in the warm brown paint that was squeezed in a pea size on the pallette. As soon as the paint covered brush hit the canvas, someone opened the door.

Keyara slid her gaze towards the door briefly and sipped her coffee, a hand messing with her phone. Keygan scratched his head with a frown forming.

"What do you want, Keygan?" It was Faith to asked that, eyes focused on canvas.

On the white surface, she sketched a blur vision of what it seemed like to be leaves and flowers. The twist was that hand which seemed to be curled around the vines, pulling it out of the roots yet it stayed strong, refusing to lose to that hand.

"A boy name Fuller is here for you."

Two things happened after that.

One, Keyara spat out her coffee. Two, Faith's brush dramatically fell on the floor with a light patter, a splotch of brown smeared on the floor, leaving a contrasting mark quite visibly.

Keygan drew his eyebrows together. "Is he your friend or-"

"No! He could die for whatever I care. Get rid of him! I don't want to see him," Faith yelled, anger exploding from her. She threw her arms and continued shouting until Keyara flicked her knee. Faith paused abruptly. "What?"

Keyara leaned and whispered slowly, "Maybe we should go down and see what he wants to say."

"But he's a foul, loathsome, evil, little cockroach!"

"You should stop quoting Harry Potter," Keygan said from the door. He then tilted his head. "Isn't he your friend? Tha-"

"That cockroach will never, ever be my friend," Faith said in finality, disgust crossing her features. "He's like Bellatrix but a boy version of it."

A rare look of shock bloomed on the guy's face. "Woah, what did he do to you?"

"Nothing that you should know." Faith settled down her things and pulled Keyara up with her. "Let's go and get rid of that disastrous evil thing out of here."

The look of bemusement on Keygan's face didn't go missed by Keyara when she was pulled past him. Eventually, he left his rooted spot and tailed them close behind. Chatters sparkled from downstairs and the sound was lowered by an octave when the three hit the ground floor.

Fuller and his mother were sitting across the long island, both occupying a chair for each. As Faith arrived at kitchen with the tough facade, arms crossed and eyes narrowed, Fuller's smile completely fell and he awkwardly dragged his chair so his face would be hidden from her.

"What do you want?"

Keyara tucked her index finger's knuckle between her teeth to contain her snicker.

Mrs. Blythe wasn't completely pleased by her greeting. Her face was now in a mask of confusion just like her son with a slight disagreement furrow folded between her brows.

"Faith, that isn't how I taught you to greet our guests," she said in a gentle tone, a layer of warning beneath it. Her lips mustered up a smile towards their apparent guests. "She must be in bad mood, I'm sorry on behalf of her."

"No." Fuller's mom shook her head with a genuine smile. "I completely understand. After all, we came here for a reason."

The lady clutched both hands around her som and pulled him front of her. A distraught look twisted his face and his eyes turned downcast, unable to keep a stable eye contact.