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

Chapter. 13

What was this man trying to get at now? "My brother sent her here to keep her safe after the incidents in the city."

"And there were no other reasons?" Claude said making Isaac frown at the man. "I only ask this because when I first entered the home, the way she looked at me was with shocked-horror. As if I was a monster, her body even moved to shield Nina. But when she realized I wasn't the person she thought I was the girl seemed to relax." He tapped his notes with the knuckle of his index finger. "No one would react in that way if they didn't have a reason too. That's why I asked if you knew there was more than one reason for her coming here."

Isaac was silent, in his mind he went over the previous conversation that he had with Johan in regards to letting Charla stay in his home. And no matter how many times he went over it his older brother gave no indication that there was any other reason but keeping his daughter safe while she suffered from an illness.

"Johan never said anything that would make me think there was another reason as to why she would be coming here. But you make it sound like my brother has something to hide."

"I don't mean anything by it," Claude said. "But I do think there is more going on with that girl but she might not be willing to share. She seems pretty guarded, and an observer too. The entire time I was there she kept her gaze on me, as if studying me. It was like she was trying to silently gauge if I was a threat or not."

"It sounds like Johan." Isaac said with a slight laugh. "He was always like that, even when we were kids, he'd silently observe people; he probably still does that even now."

"I suppose that could be hereditary." Then there was a silent moment before Claude stood up. "I think you should probably head back home now. Your daughter might be worried."

"Right, I'll see you on Monday, but let me know if something comes up."

"I always do." Claude said as Isaac made his way back to his car, Claude then glanced to the notes recalling Charla's expression and the look of fear but also that of untold rage that seemed to emanate from her thin slight athletic frame. The look that she had as if looking on to what she believed was a true monster.

Whoever that person was, if they were truly here Claude had no doubt that Charla would have attacked. If I was the person you thought I might have been what would you have done Charla Liebert? You're skilled in a fight, your hands and the grip you have proven that when we first met. There is more to this then I think Isaac and I are both aware of. I'll have to look deeper if I want to find out. But what in the world would cause that girl to give off such a feeling of anger and rage, and to whom and why?

Charla had given up in trying asking Nina if she needed help with any of the housework; in the end the little girl was just too self-reliant and independent. Though Charla did have to give Nina her dues, that girl could be a speed demon with house work. Nina could have her own house cleaning service in the future if she wanted. Though that eight year old girl seemed contended in how things were at the moment.

So in the end Charla ended up going back to her room, had done several stretches, looked over her school work for the coming week and was now continuing to read one of the books that, Setsuko Satonaka, the owner of the bookstore gave her for free.

At this point Charla was halfway through the book and she was enjoying it so far, but at the moment her mind was in other places, drifting in and out of the void of sleep, since not having anything to do she could feel something in the depths of her mind tugging her to sleep. She shook her head; no she couldn't sleep just yet. It was late afternoon for crying out loud.