Heroes and Wolves [book 1]

Chapter forty-four

     "You found out who I was from that one question. My reaction said it all didn't it? How dare you ask me that." I shout, tears well up in my eyes for a second time. "you were looking for me because I am Max's daughter. Am I right Maylock!" my voice screeches in rage at the call of his name but he keeps quiet.  

     "Layla, no more" his tone is stern but breaks as he speaks. 

     "No more! Why aren't you telling me anything!" 

     "Read the letter Layla. I'll leave you be" 

I scream, my voice wailing at his inability to explain the bombshell I was just hit with. My dad is alive and he never came back for me but maybe this letter will lead to some answers. 

I carefully skirt around the outside of the envelope, trying not to rip it any more than it already is. There is a note inside.

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Layla,

I am writing this letter as I want to tell you why I left. There are no words that can describe how incredibly sorry I am for leaving you where I did but I did it to protect you. You must understand that, Layla. I made that difficult decision. It was the safest option as you would have been at a lot more risk if you stayed. No one could know where you were. 

We were being hunted and could never stay in one place through fear of being found. We were constantly evading the claws of our enemies. It is those people I want you to be wary of. The Monster of Folklore and Adicus. Steer clear of them both my daughter and I will come find you. 

 I am willing for the right people to help protect you because there will be a time where enemies from the past will try and find you.

I wish I had more time to explain. Just do not let them find you. Chaos cannot happen.

My daughter, Layla we will meet again.

Love you and thinking of you always,

Your father.

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Tears spring to my eyes. He didn't leave me! He protected me.

My mind is a swirl of thoughts. He was willing for the right people to be there for me, to help and protect me. Wait, the Guardians. My dad must have wanted me to become a Guardian to protect me from this unknown 'danger' that hasn't exactly been cleared up by this letter or from the Guardians themselves but it does highlight something. It tells me possibilities of who I may be in danger of; the monster and Adicus.

This letter has just spiralled more questions. I haven't gained any more information so the only way I can gain new knowledge is to look for my dad.

Without any more seconds to waste, I leave the medical room and head straight for the wide wooden door.

     "Where are you going?" Maylock's voice stops me and I turn around to see him and Baymin near the console.

     "I'm going to find him" they both glance at each other and I know from that look that they are against it.

     "I don't think that is a good idea Layla" Maylock confirms my thought.

     "And why the hell not?"

Maylock runs his hand through his hair while looking at Baymin for seemingly some sort of approval but I don't think he gets it which makes me wonder why he even had to look for it. 

The way Maylock has been interrupted by Baymin in the past comes to mind and through deeper thought, I am assuming that this implies that Baymin is the front line of defence for any information asked by me. What I have gained from this short investigation is that I just need to get Maylock by himself and he might tell me something. 

Maybe that will work?

     "I'm going" I step forward when the familiar metal gates slam down in replacement of not just the exit doors, but every single damn door. Even the circle lock nearest the console has metal surrounding it.

     "Got some upgrades, have you?" I fume.

     "I'm sorry Layla" Baymin is nearest to the console which tells me that he was the one to activate them. "Max hasn't come to us since the day he gave us this letter. He has disappeared. The place where he lived was trashed and destroyed"

     "Well, I'm going to find it. It's a start"

     "Yes, but you're not doing it now"

     "Obviously" I indicate to my obvious lack of options with the gates at every door so I storm down the stairs to the bedrooms because I don't have any other choice.

As I make my way down, the odd heavy feeling rises inside of me again. I'll just have to try to absorb this odd sensation and calm down in amongst the bugs, rust and cobwebs of that bedroom although when I walk in, the smell of citrus hits me. 

The room has been completely redecorated. The walls are painted cream, the bed has a crisp white duvet with two pillows laid on it and there is a digital clock on one of the bedside tables stating six o'clock in the evening. Two chest of drawers give more storage space with one next to the wardrobe with the painting of the forest above it and the other is against the wall to the side of the bathroom door. They both have colourful patterned vases on top of them.

The bathroom is just the same with top cleanliness. The mirror is clear and a bin has been placed by the sink counter. The shower is rust free and no more cobwebs are in sight. 

As I walk out, I notice my bag placed on a chair opposite the wardrobe. I grab it and slump down one side of the bed. Taking out my most precious photo and with the letter in my other hand, I'm overcome with emotion. How can they have not told me about my dad?