Dark Tales

Chapter 4

i slammed the door behind me as i stepped into my room and went straight for the bed. there was something fundamentally wrong about what had just happened... my soul had responded when Lucas had called me Isis, and those flashes... they seemed so real...! this much i knew... whatever he said made sense to me... but i couldn't figure out how or why... 

i got up and started pacing... i tried to remember the dream i had had last night.... nothing.

what was i going to do...? why was my life in such turmoil all of a sudden...? and why could i not get this out of my head. i was very good at pushing unpleasant things to the back of my head and forgetting them there. but not this. something about Lucas had already got under my skin and i would be a fool to deny it. now that i though of it... even last evening, when i had first seen him, he had irritated me and made me angry, but i couldn't have ignored him...! i could've easily avoided him even then, written him off as some psycho and left him at the cliff but i still let him into my car. 

i heaved a heavy sigh and decided that the best place to get answers were from Lucas himself. should i go to him and demand an explanation...? how had he known my name when i had dropped him home... i went through our entire conversation in my head and i was pretty sure that i had not let my name slip. neither could he have seen my name written anywhere in the car. and why was it that when he said i knew him well my heart had quite literally cried yes...?! 

i turned toward the door and then stopped... i was being so damn stupid...!! everyone knew each others' name in the village. if parents were from around here then he was bound to know who i was. my father may have mover back here only after retirement but my family had been around here for ages and everybody knew me. as for all the other things he said... he might have just been pulling a fast one on me and here i was getting all worked up about it.! the flashes and dreams could've just been because off all the stress of the last two weeks of my life....! 

yes that was it... the more i thought about it, the more sense it made.  

i crashed back down on my bed. i was not going to let this jerk work me up. whatever the hell he was playing at, i had called his bluff. it was lunch time anyway now and as a rule dad and i ate together so i went to wash up before going down.

"dad, who lives in that big estate in the east village..? i asked between mouthfuls.

"where?" he had this glazed look in his face like i'd just woken him up from a deep sleep. i probably had, we hardly ever talked. 

" umm.. you know, the estate by the stream." 

"By the stream? you mean the Garden Estate? i didn't know anyone lived there at all. why?"

"Oh nothing, i was just passing by it yesterday and i saw a Dodge parked up front. so i was just wondering." great... that's the best thing i could come up with.. i needed to grease my brain...!!

"well last i knew, some family from Vienna used it as their summer home but i've never really seen them around, maybe they're in town" with that he picked up his dish and started walking towards the sink. that was all i was going to get out of him.

"Here.. let me get that." i offered.

"Thanks kid, did you manage to get to the super mart?"

"Oh.. gee.. no. i'll just make a quick run now."

"Do you need any more money?"

"Naah dad, thanks." wow.. we were actually being civil....! when had this happened...?

"Okay then, i'll be in the garage."

I didn't really feel like going but we really were running low on rations so i finished with the dishes, picked up the car keys and drove out to the village square. it was my turn to cook the dinner anyway so i though i'd pick up some fresh veggies too and make something nice. at least if i was busy i would think less.