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

Chapter. 25

"Oh that's---" Will cleared his throat. "Yeah, sorry about that, I know that's something you really wished not to see. Since you moved here and all."

"You're not the one who wrote it, so why are you apologizing?" Charla said bluntly. "It's not like I'd hold you accountable for it."

"Yeah but still..."

"That's rather odd." Claud spoke drawing their attention. "You called to talk to your uncle about it earlier today. You don't remember?"

Faintly Charla's eyes narrowed before she stepped forward to Claud. "No, sadly I don't. Head trauma and all that from my accident tends to make me forget every now and again. So, you'll have to excuse me if I ask something I may have asked before."

"Then you don't remember who I am?"

"No,"

He merely looked at her, she was measuring him up, trying to see his motives behind his questioning. Claud then offered a hand. "Claud Winchester, you know my younger brother."

"Winchester..." she repeated as a faint spark of a distant memory came to her eyes for a brief moment. "Oh, I see," she took his hand. "Nice to meet you again I suppose. Sorry about forgetting you from our last meeting Detective."

He could feel the tightness in her grip, as if giving a silent warning, telling him to stop asking such questions. "Is your head alright?" he asked when she let go of his hand and pulled away from him.

"It's fine, this is normal for me."

"I still remember you blacking out on the first day you came." Will said with a faint laugh drawing their attention. "It really freaked us out, though I think Al was more upset then the rest of us. She did tell us a bit about your head trauma and the blackouts you have along with the uh... what did she call it? Oh yeah, that reverse amnesia that comes with the head trauma you have. It must really suck to deal with, no offence though."

She merely looked at him blankly. "None taken, it does definitely suck no denying that. But it's living with it even she knows that too."

Will looked a little confused but before he could ask his uncle came back from the back. "Sorry it took so long, had trouble finding the number."

She took the piece of paper that was offered to her and looked at the number. "Thank you, and sorry for the trouble." She then put it away in her jeans pocket and looked back to Will. "Hey I have to go now, nice talking with you."

"Yeah same to you, see you at school on Monday." She then turned and headed to the door, only to have one more person to come in.

But it was one person that made Will cringe. The one who entered the bar was Duke, why the hell was he here?

"Hey, hey, hey Will, Dad it's been awhile hasn't it?" the man said with an arrogant smile. The man had sleazy reporter written all over him. Claud then noticed how Charla stopped and merely watched Duke with a somewhat disinterested gaze.

Tom grit his teeth. "Get out," he told Duke. "You know damn well you're not welcome here, or even in this town."

But Duke on the other hand continued to smile. "Oh, come on Dad don't be like that. I'm still your son after all, where's the warm welcome."

"Like hell you are, you're not my son, not after that stunt you pulled on the poor girl and her family not long ago."

"Not long ago? That was three years, plenty of time to get over it. Besides, it's not like I was the one who gave her that rope. She did it to herself."