Chapter Eleven
I wake up on my side and staring into the face of a monster. Except, this wasn't just some random killer of some sort. No, this man looked exactly like Vaughn. He has the same long, shaggy silver hair and amethyst eyes. I looked into his face and struggled to keep my emotions from turning from shocked to hysterical. This could have been Vaughn for all I knew. I mean, he did seem strange... but he couldn't have done it! He's not old enough to fit the time line... So who was it? Maybe I could ask Vaughn.
I get up off the floor quickly, over stepping the gaping hole in my floor now, and run out the door. I sprint past Taro's house, not even slowing to acknowledge Elliot and Natalie in my wild rampage. I make it to Mirabelle's, I burst through the door, startling Julia, Mirabelle, and Vaughn. I march right up to Vaughn and grasp his sleeve tightly in my hand.
"I need to talk to you. Alone." I hissed between my teeth, dragging him out the door and towards the beach.
Once there, he broke free of me and dusted off his hands, "What do you want?" he asked in a venomous voice, catching me off guard for a second.
"Do you know who this man is?" I asked sharply, thrusting the picture out for him to see.
His eyes grew wide for a moment before growing cold, "I don't know." he lied thickly through his teeth.
I glared at him, "The hell you don't know. Who the hell is it?" I questioned and his face grew slightly red with anger.
"Why do you even care who that is?" he yelled in anger, making me fume.
"Because this man is a murderer." I yelled back in his face and he laughed mockingly.
"So what if he is?" he asked me sarcastically while crossing his arms over his broad chest.
"He needs to be brought to justice!" I shrieked, outraged at his joking attitude.
He sneered at me for a moment before smirking at me, "Don't worry. You aren't going to catch him. He's been on the run for years now."
"Vaughn, tell me who it is!" I yelled and his resolve broke.
"He's my fucking father, okay? Goddess, you don't know when to fucking give up do you?" he yelled in exasperation mixed with anger.
"Vaughn, he needs to go to jail. Do you know where he is?" I asked softly, trying not to upset him anymore then I already had.
"Even if I knew, I wouldn't fucking tell you." he murmured to me before walking back to the animal shop quickly.
I sighed and I heard someone mimic me, "Such a waste of knowledge that boy is."
I turned around and spotted the man from last night, "What do you mean?" I asked him curiously, keeping my distance.
"He knows every answer to any question you could ask him, he just doesn't realize it because the answers aren't right on the edge on his mind. They are buried deep within his heart." the man murmured softly, as if speaking to himself.
I knitted my eyebrows together in confusion, "Then how do I get him to find the answers?"
"Make him see that his heart is not the enemy." the man answered and I became even more confused.
"What do you mean?" I questioned and the man shrugged at me.
"Get him to trust you then ask him that question." he instructed before disappearing.
I took one look at the empty space in front of me, then at the photo, before I screamed in exasperation.
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Days passed slowly, each one a repeat of the last. I stayed up into the early hours of the morning trying to figure out the cryptic words the man said. What the hell did he mean by 'Make him see that his heart is not the enemy'? Did Vaughn not trust his heart? I slammed my head down on my desk in frustration. This made no fucking sense!
I remove my head from the desk, rubbing the aching spot on my forehead, and get up from my chair. I needed Denny, but he wouldn't he home for another week. I sighed to myself and wondered what the hell I had gotten myself into. I didn't mean to wash up on this damn island, so I don't see why I had to have this piled up on me. I was getting death threats for Goddess sake! To top it all off, no one believed a word that came out of my mouth. Awesome.
I fling myself down on my bed, "Why can't the answers be right in front of my face. That would be a lot easier then this shit. I mean, why doesn't anyone believe me? I'm not going crazy am I?" I questioned, talking to myself.
"You were crazy a long time ago, honey." someone murmured from the door way and I about jump out of my skin.
I looked up and saw a familiar face, "Denny! What are you doing here! I thought the convention was two weeks?" I exclaimed happily while jumping up to give him a tight hug.
"I couldn't spend another week there. It wasn't a convention about fish, it was about creepy old men who catch fish." he shuttered dramatically.
"I'm sorry, but I'm glad you're back home. I missed you a lot more then I thought I would." I admitted honestly and Denny smoothed a hand over my hair comfortingly.
"I missed you too, Chelsea. I don't think I could leave again without taking you with me. I've developed the faintest crush on you it seems. Don't worry about me though. Anything good happen while I was gone?" he asked and I blushed at his crush comment.
"Have a seat. You're in for a long story." I motioned to a chair, no entirely sure where the hell to start.