A Game With Fate

Chapter 2: A Lecture With Fate

Aunt Alena had offered the cop to come into the house and take a seat on the living room couch. At first I thought he would decline since it was professionally inappropriate but when he gave my aunt a thankful smile I knew that we would have to share a seat with him.

"So you're telling me, that all those officers are needed for a simple jewelry theft?" Aunt Alena asked the cop who I'm pretty sure was the little boy from the forest. He was just more mature now.

"A jewelry theft of 90,00 dollars," The cop answered with a chuckle.

Aunt Alena shook her head in disbelief. "But we live in a small town, there's no jewelry store that sells diamonds worth that much even miles from here."

He shrugged his shoulders. "She got the jewelry from California, in Vegas."

My eyes widened at his statement. "But my mother wasn't in Vegas, she was—"

"In Texas? Yeah, she stole from there too, only 1,000 dollars but that still brings her to 91,000 so still, a total loss for you guys."

"What?" Aunt Alena gasped. "What do you mean, 'loss'?"

"Well, if the owners of the store press charges—which I'm sure they will—your mother will be in jail for an estimate of roughly 7-8 years and her bail will not be cheap. Also, she'll be charged for atleast 27 felonies which will not be good for her work resumè, trust me."

Aunt Alena let out a sob and got up from her seat in a flurry of tears. She wasn't the type of person to keep still under pressure and I knew that this was getting to be too much for her.

She had done so much for me in the past few years and I knew that this moment was my moment to show my gratitude for all her help.

I turned to the cop who was creepily staring at me.

I cleared my throat and then asked, "Is there anything we can do? Like, can we ask-"

"For them not to press charges on something that could destroy their business? You can but it most likely won't get you anywhere," He answered solemnly. "But . . ."

I raises my brow at his hanging statement. "But what?"

A grin slowly appeared on his face and I knew in that moment that my suspicions had been correct. He slid closer to me and tapped the book on my lap.

"But this," He answered without looking at me.

He plucked the book off my lap and flipped it open effortlessly, like he's done this before. He seemed to be looking for a particular page and that was when I realized what was in the book.

"Is that me?" I quizzed, pointing at a picture of a girl with my similar features running into a forest.

"Yes," He replied simply. Then he suddenly stopped flipping, laying his palm on a pristine page. "And this was two months ago, before your mom left for Texas."

My eyes widened at the scene I saw. There I was, drinking a cup of milk while my mom scolded me for being 'irresponsible' and 'immature', a half-empty bottle of wine in her hands.

"What the hell?" I questioned in confusion. "What is this?"

"Like I told you in the forest, this is the codex."

He took my hand in his firmly, making me blush a little. And because of this little distraction, I failed to see that the book was glowing a bright white and that my hand was hovering over it like some sort of magic trick routine.

"What the-"

"Now rip the page off," He chirped as if it was nothing.

"Excuse me?"