FrAcTuReD (Part One) (Completed continued in Part Two)

Chapter. 12

"Because of what happened to your wife?"

He looked at her with slight surprise. "You remember that?"

"Vaguely, I know that it was a hit and run but that was also around the time my blackouts started, and I was also dealing with..." memories of the event of what caused it came back. "...other things."

Other things? Isaac frowned slightly at this, what else was happening besides the blackouts that she now seemed to suffer from? And the tone she used too was filled with anger and dread too.

"But," Charla continued drawing him out of his thoughts. "I guess we are all if different ways of dealing with loss."

There was a brief moment of silence before Isaac changed the topic. "I tried getting in touch with your father but I couldn't seem to connect to him at all."

"That tends to happen at times. My father told me that recently he had been dealing with a lot of pressure from those who work with him, if he calls me tonight I'll let him know that you tried contacting him."

"Is everything okay, Charla?" he asked her suddenly.

She looked at him with slight confusion. "Why would you ask me that?"

"Well it's been a few days now. I was wondering how you were coping with being in this town instead of the city. That's all."

Charla thought about it before answering him. "I do like it here, though I know it'll be a bit of an adjustment. But so far it's good."

He smiled. "Good, I'm glad to hear it."

Charla went to leave the house only to stop when she opened the door, it wasn't any of her business in how a person dealt with loss, but the fact that Nina always seemed to be alone bugged her.

"Uncle, you said that Nina cleaning and organizing the house was a coping mechanism for her loss." She looked back him. "So if that's true do you think that you constantly working non-stop and not coming home for days is yours?"

He looked at her with a slight shocked expression unable to say anything in response as Charla looked at him with an unwavering gaze.

"I'll be back around ten or so, give or take where I go. See you when I get back unless you're called in for work." and then left before Isaac had the chance to say anything to her in response. In truth it wasn't her place to say something like, but she couldn't help but feel that no one had ever told him that. He should be a father first when it came to his kid, but then was Charla any better? Calling him out on how he dealt with his loss, sure it wasn't the best but it could have been wore then what it was.

She stopped in her run to look back at the house. Perhaps I went too far with what I said... but I doubt no one else had seeing his expression made me realize that he hadn't heard it before. At least not from family... She sighed. "But then I'm one to talk aren't I?"

With one last look at the house Charla continued on her run.

She ran around areas that Alex hadn't showed her, the town felt massive even though the area on the map made it look so small. When her father first showed her where it was located it was when she and her brother were only six years old. It was odd, thinking of it back then it only looked like a small dot compared to that of the city, but now being here, in this town that looked no more than a small dot on a map, ten years later, felt almost surreal.

Like it was nothing more than a dream.

But then she knew that wasn't the case, this was reality, it wasn't a dream in the end her own brother was dead and she had her head trauma, there was nothing more to it. Even if it still hurt no matter how many years went by.