Chapter 7
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'Tobias Ragg!' Her hellish voice screamed from above.
'Is she going mad?' The boy whispered, irritated on the way she even dared to scream in his house. So he ignored her.
'Tobias!' She jelled while running off the stairs. 'Toby!'
'Yes?' The boy said slowly with a sharp irritated s at the end of his word. His head was angry but his heart was more than able to forgive. So he decided to do so. She probably didn't even meant to yell at him like that, he thought.
Quickly the blond woman walked down the stairs; smiling. But it was a totally different smile than the one he was known with; the one he fell in love with. 'Darker it is…' the boy mumbled softly and followed it with a dramatic sight. Oh yes it's true! Let's face it Tobias! Bark it out! You love her… Yes, but I don't have the guts to confess it to her. Tobias Ragg sighted.
'Well, we'll have to go to the market, boy.' The woman responded to his question.
God! When in her whole future life would she finally stop calling me a boy? He felt how a weird sort of rage covered his heart. Happily he knew the one and only cure for this odd disease. He let it flee by taking one good deep breath.
How in this weird world was it possible that he liked this woman so much and yet hated pieces of her in the bottom of his heart? Being hurt so many times already by her words and always being cured by her… What? What in her soul did he love?
Why couldn't he just hate her? That would solve the problem and a lot of personal stress. Even better: that would solve his problem; meaning thinking of himself in third person! He sighted. Life was difficult and will always be.
'Sure,' The boy answered anything but enthusiastic. 'We'll have to buy some new bottles of alcohol liquid anyway.' He blinked at her but wasn't even sure of what he meant with it himself.
He saw two worried eyes looking at him. Those weren't her eyes of the present. At least, when Toby looked into them it was like they represented the past; the times she was young and the day both first met. Yes, it was like a mirror to the past. A past where there were still positive thoughts about hope for a better life. But now they were gone; to return in moment s of pure sanity.
'I never have been to the markets of London. The judge never let me to.' she said with a small voice, like she wanted to let him know that he wasn't alone out there; there were more people with inner fights. But how could he ever guess that our Johanna and Arya were really fighting inside one body? And how could he know that the sweetness of his beloved Johanna would drown in the search for Arya's demonical will to take revenge? He just couldn't, but it was almost to late. He would loose the things he loved about the woman that claimed to be Johanna and also Arya.
Tobias Ragg smiled while he looked into her worried but peaceful eyes. A smile also began to cover the pale woman's face. He knew! He knew what: he loved her smile.
'So what do you want to buy at the market?' Toby asked curious.
Her smile disappeared and the peace in her eyes turned into war. Like she just remembered something that made her drown in this mysterious lake of hate.
How the heck did she managed to do that? To change so quickly into a demon? And why was it so difficult for her to show him the nice side of her? Was Johanna loosing the fight against Arya? And how could he ever know he was so close to the truth?
Tobias Ragg felt how he quietly broke on the inside. Why Johanna? Why are you hurting me? He was living the live of a rock star. Rage was covering his heart again. 'What?!' The boy barked: 'What's the matter with you?'
He saw how her eyes became soft and emotional, but soon they made place for those cold terrifying eyes, again.
'Nothing…'