LEYLA'S POV:-
After a crazy weekend with Kurt and his friends and my friends, we came back home. Kurt dropped me back with a promise to take me to Oregon next weekend. He decided we had to go to Oregon for our first date. It was Monday again. I could not believe how fast the week went. And the weekend was faster. I was in my office when my phone started ringing. I looked at the screen then gave my father a pleading look. Dad smiled then signalled me to take it. I grabbed my phone and stepped out of dad's office.
I walked towards the meeting hall and picked up the call. "Took you long enough. What were you doing? Why did you pick up my call this late, Leyla" I was bombarded with questions as soon as I picked up the call. An annoyed look appeared on my face as I heard his stupid questions.
"I don't remember that we were in a relationship. And because of that I have to answer all of your questions. What is wrong? Why did you call me?" I answered in an annoyed tone. I heard a sigh from the other side of the line.
"I am texting you an address. I am waiting for you there. Come and meet me. It is important." He spoke again. In a low tone this time. I hung up and waited. In a minute, my phone pinged. As I looked at the screen, I was tagged with a location. I sighed and went towards my dad's office to get my bag and my car keys. As soon as I entered the office, my dad's eyes were on me. I sighed and busied myself, collecting my stuff.
"Dad, I am going to meet some friends. I will be back in no time. Can you handle everything by then? Please, dad!" I informed him and he chuckled.
"You can go. Have fun. I am not burdening you with work right now. You are just learning for now. You can go whenever you want. Just be here by the time of the meeting. Don't leave me with those suckers alone." Dad replied to me in a calmed tone and I giggled. I nodded my head then I stepped out of the office. I walked towards the elevator. As the elevator arrived, I stepped in and punched the button for parking.
The elevator carried me to the parking lot. I quickly hopped into my car, started the engine and drove off. As I was already tagged with the location and it was not very far away from my dad's office, I pulled over within an hour in front of a small house. I stepped out of the car and looked around. I found him standing in front of the house. I walked towards the small house. I could see that it was not any ordinary house. I could see guards in front of the house. Scientists and archaeologists were working inside the house. The house had a sign board of government property. It all looked very fishy.
"Speak up! I am not here to waste my time on you anymore. I have an important meeting to attend." I asked him in an annoyed tone while looking at the house. He sighed and signalled me to sit. With a poker face, I glared at him. He shrugged his shoulders then he sat down on the stairs.
"I called you to show you this house. It belonged to a primary teacher. Her name was Alina. She used to be just like you. Same beliefs. Same life. Same problems. The only difference between Alina and you is that you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth while she was born in a middle class family." He started his lecture as always and I rolled my eyes at him. He was annoying and I hated him.
"Marcel, it was a long time ago when you used to be the teacher I respected most. But now, you are nothing but a bully to me. You called me here to show me some stupid house. Stop with the boring lectures and come to the freakin point. What do you want? Why did you call me here?" I almost yelled at him in an angry tone. People turned around to look at us but I did not care. I was already known as the freak of the town. What else could have happened. That was what I thought.
"I called you here to tell you the story of Alina. She was just like you. She also believed in heaven and hell. In angels and demons. Her students told the police that she could see ghosts. Not in dreams, she could see them with her naked eyes. She was a great teacher. She used to teach history in a school." He started telling me a story about a teacher. As I was told, the house belonged to that teacher.
"Alina Dickinson was living a happy life. Her students were crazy about her. No one ever missed her lecture. Even though she was a history teacher. Everything was perfect in her life. Until one day, she stopped coming to school. A week, she was locked inside of this house. Her neighbors told the police that she did not even look out of her windows for a week. She did not get her mails. She did not even answer the door if anyone went to check if she was okay." Marcel kept going and I was listening to his story carefully. Even though I had no interest, I decided to let him finish first.
"A week later, she went to school. She looked exhausted. She looked messy. Her hair and her clothes were dirty. She did not even bathe. It was the very first time when she was in that kind of messy condition. Otherwise, she was a very decent and disciplined teacher. In every class she went to, she was shaking the children and telling them that ``the end is near``. The children got scared of Alina and the school called the police." He added and I kept listening patiently. I wanted him to finish. But as always, he was stretching it.
"The police arrested her. They asked her students and her neighbors. They all said the same thing. That she was a loving, caring and disciplined person. She never spoke in a high tone. She never yelled at anyone. The school paid to get her checked by a psychiatrist. Turned out, she went crazy while searching for answers for the same questions you are running behind right now. They sent her to the mental health care center. And the house was sealed by the government. Now they are researching everything she wrote on her walls. They are trying to figure out what she found out. I am begging you, Leyla. Stop looking for the impossible. It is not real what you saw that night." He added further and as I thought, he was about to talk about the same rubbish as always.
I laughed out loud at him then leaned over. "If she was really a crazy woman, they would have sold this house to someone else. But look what we have here, they are trying to figure out what she left behind. Actually, they just moved her out of their way and started searching for the answers she had discovered. I will tell you to stay out of my way. Or I will forget the fact that you were my teacher. It's my life and you know nothing about that night." I yelled at him in an angry tone then I walked away. I went back to my car and hopped in. I started the engine and quickly drove off.
LEYLA'S POV:-I was sitting on the beach, looking at the calmed weave of the sea. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "You look comfortable." I smiled widely as I heard Kurt's voice. He sat down beside me, hugging his knees. Just the way I was sitting. I turned my head towards him and winked at him."The real question is, why did you bring me here? Because, last I remember, you said we will be in Oregon for our next date. But we are at the beach in New York City." I asked him in a dramatic tone that made him chuckle.He laid down on the sand with one of his hands under his head. He opened the second arm for me. I smiled shyly then laid down with him. My head was on his chest as he wrapped his arm around me. "Well, you have been pretty disturbed lately. You talk to me but I started to realize that your head was mostly so
LEYLA'S POV:-We were standing in a mall. I had no idea why Kurt brought me to a mall. And when I asked him, he shushed me saying that he is the boss for now. I rolled my eyes at his dramatic acts but I could not help myself. He was cute and I started to like spending time with him. I did not say another word to him after that. He bought us ice cream. Then he made me sit on a bench and went away. And I was waiting for him, while finishing his and my ice cream. Well, I was hungry and angry. And ice cream was perfect in both scenarios.After almost twenty minutes, he came back. By then, I had finished both of our ice cream. He had a mischievous smirk on his face. I bit my lower lip with a guilty look on my face. "Sorry. I was hungry and angry and your ice cream was more delicious than mine. So I could not stop myself." I said with a guilty pout on my face. Seeing my pout, he laughed out l
LEYLA'S POV:-Once Kurt was gone, I went towards the house. The guard nodded his head at me. I walked towards him. "Did you bring the money?" The guard asked me in an excited tone. I nodded my head as I opened my purse and pulled an envelope out of my purse."Here you go. As promised. Sixty grand. Now, are you sure everything is under control?" Because once I get in, you can't get me out until I am done." I asked him in a curious tone. He opened the envelope and started counting the money. He nodded his head as he heard my question."Yes! It's fine and I have turned off all the cameras until you are done. Nobody will come back until two days later. There is something they are preparing to bring here after two days. Just go inside and get done with everything." He replied to me in a confident tone that made me roll my eyes at his non serio
LEYLA'S POV:-He looked tired. His eyes were red. His hair was messy. His lips were dry. I could almost imagine how exhausted he might be. "Oh, Kurt. I am so sorry. Let's get out of here. Let me take you home. You look exhausted." I cupped his face with both of my hands then spoke in a worried tone. He sighed and forced a small smile on his face. He pulled his phone out and dialled a number. He waited until the phone was answered."Hey, man! Found anything?" He asked on the phone and waited for the response. He sighed in a disappointed way after a minute."Yeah, I think so too. It's about to dawn in a while. We need to head home. Let's rest for a few hours then start looking for her again in the morning." He spoke in a disappointed tone. He listened to whoever he was talking to on the phone. Then he hung up. He grabbed my hand then pulled me away. We w
KURT'S POV:-I opened my eyes in the morning and found Leyla's body almost wrapped around me protectively. She was snoring softly. I chuckled softly as I saw her beautiful face in the morning. I pecked her forehead lovingly then freed myself from her tight grip. I walked towards the bathroom and took a shower. Once I was done with the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and stepped out of the bathroom. I went towards the bed and sat down on the edge of the bed. I leaned over and let the droplets of water fall on her beautiful face.She frowned twice then slowly opened her eyes. She gasped as she found me so close to her. I was staring into her eyes. She gulped hard while looking at my almost naked body. "I need to go. That's why I had to wake you up." I said in a guilty tone after a few minutes of silence. Seeing my face, she chuckled. She sat up on the bed, staring
LEYLA'S POV:-"Lucifer, huh! Weird. Do you know where Alina is now? I mean, I have heard that she was taken away by the police then she was sent to a psychological help center. Do you have any idea where she could have been?" I asked her in a curious tone while scratching my chin. I was so hopeful that I could meet Alina. For me, I thought she was the only one who could help me find the truth hidden behind the walls I could not touch. And Alina was my last hope to figure out all the answers I had been looking for.Hearing my question, the maid sighed in a disappointed way then shook her hand. "I am so sorry, Leyla. We know nothing about what happened to her. Even her family has no idea where she was taken." She replied to me in a disappointed way and my smile also fell. I was really hoping to see Alina to find out what she had figured out. Her story was almost like mine. A
LEYLA'S POV:-"So, Miss Summers. Tell me, what brought you here? Because I have never received a curious guest in years to visit my house. What brought you here?" He asked me in a curious tone while looking at me from head to toe. He was suspicious about me for some reason."Please, call me Leyla. I am here to ask you about Alina. Where is she? I need to meet her." I replied to him in a calmed tone. Hearing my words, his facial expressions changed. From curious to anger. I gulped hard as I was not expecting him to be angry just because I asked about his girlfriend."And you are what, another journalist or something? Who wants to show her ugly face to the world?" He roared at me as he stood up from the couch he was on and towered over me. As for me, I was so scared of him that I almost felt my heart would jump out of my chest.
LEYLA'S POV:-"But this is near to impossible. How come she and I had the same kind of accident, with the same van and that too in the same year? And after that, the same incident happened to us both. I just don't get it." I asked Ali in a confused tone while scratching my chin lightly while thinking about everything.Ali stood up and went towards the wall in front of us. He grabbed the shelf with decorative items on it and moved it. The shelf opened like a door and behind that door was a secret hidden room. I also stood up and followed him behind. As it was the only thing I could think of doing.He went towards the shelves where all the books were set. The books looked very old and ancient. He went towards the shelves where the books with black covers were. He chose one book and pulled it out. He opened the book and w