A/N - I just noticed that Patricia is getting A LOT of POV's in the latest chapters. Which is funny, because out of all the characters, she's the only one that doesn't get a dream - Oops, no spoilers (:
This is going to be a long chapter, but it's FILLED with Peddie moments, so I think it's worth it ;) I'm going to keep this as short as possible, so I do hope you enjoy this chapter and I hope you have a sparkling day (:
~Julianna
Patricia
Monday, November 7th, 2011 1:59 p.m.
The end of the school day had finally come. Normally, I'd be rushing out of the school by now and racing against Alfie and Jerome to see who could reach the house first, but Fabian had called us all in the drama room to discuss our next move in our search for Nina.
I was walking with Mara and Joy at my side, and as it turned out, we were the last ones to arrive. Everyone else was already here - and I mean everyone - Fabian, Amber, Mick, Jerome, and Alfie. Mara, Joy, and I were the only ones missing, so it was no surprise when Fabian groaned with exasperation when we arrived.
"Finally, Patricia! We were starting to think you'd never show up," he rolled his eyes after my statement, but I ignored him and sat down across from him on the couch, as we were in the drama room.
"Yeah, well, I had to get something from my locker, and Mara didn't want to walk in here alone," I explained.
"Whatever," Fabian waved me off, and took something out of his bag. He placed it on his lap, and I saw it was Sibuna's Dream Log.
"I had a dream on Saturday night," Fabian began, like he always did. "Nina and I were walking around the house that's in Shadowland - it's a really big house, and it's hard to explain, so that's why I'm asking Amber to draw it for me." He handed the Log to Amber, who was sitting right next to him.
She looked up in shock, as she was picking at her perfectly manicured nails only two seconds ago. "What?" she asked, and he explained it again. "Oh," she said, "sure." she closed her eyes, trying to imagine the house (which I had never seen before.)
Whether I liked it or not, Amber was now my partner in everything. I was the One Who Can Hear, and Amber was the One Who Can See. She had perfect sight, and could see anything she wanted to with a perfect view. I was kind of jealous of Amber's gift - I got the perfect hearing out of the two of us, and hearing doesn't really do much to help.
I wanted to help. I was one of the first members of Sibuna, after the original three: Amber, Nina, and Fabian. I joined shortly after them. I was like a senior in Sibuna compared to some of the new recruits like Mara and Joy. I wanted to help Fabian look for Nina, but I couldn't do that if I didn't get a dream.
Today marked week three of Nina's disappearance. She had been gone for exactly twenty-one days, since October 17th. And in those three weeks, I had not gotten a single dream, and I felt kind of left out. Only Amber and Fabian understood what the dreams felt like, and could understand them completely.
Amber walked out of the drama room, obviously infatuated with her drawing, so she had to leave to concentrate. Fabian pulled something out of his coat pocket that was glowing a vibrant red, and when I caught sight of it, I saw that it was Nina's locket.
"What's that?" Mara and Joy asked simultaneously, as they didn't have any prior knowledge of the search for the Cup of Ankh last year.
"It's Nina's locket," Fabian began. "Amber and I found it by the edge of the woods on day two of Nina's disappearance. The only thing is . . . it won't stop glowing. It hasn't stopped glowing since we found it. Nina told me in a dream like two weeks ago that it was a signal, but she wouldn't tell me what it means . . . any ideas what the glowing means?"
We all spit out some random ideas, like day verses night, or if she's having a good day or a bad day, but after we thought about it, none of them added up. "She said something about fighting. That she won't stop fighting, so the locket won't stop glowing." Fabian had an epiphany just then, because his eyes grew to the size of tennis balls and was saying, "Oh. Oh. Oh."
"Care to tell us why you're acting like that?" Jerome cocked an eyebrow, looking up from his notebook.
Fabian didn't answer for a moment, and I was just about to ask him what was wrong when he took a deep breath, and said, ever so quietly, "The locket . . . it's her signal . . . she said she wouldn't stop fighting and she'd keep the locket glowing . . . the locket's her signal of telling us if she's dead or alive. If it's glowing . . . she's alive, but if it's not . . ."
None of dared to say a word. Fabian continued:
"If it's not glowing . . . Nina's dead."
xXx
2:13 p.m.
After Fabian's announcement, no one stayed. We were either too shocked to stay, or just didn't want to hear of what would happen if the locket ever dared to stop glowing. I was one of the people who left after his announcement; I was still annoyed beyond belief that I was one of the original Sibuna's and Nina still didn't send me a dream after three weeks.
When I followed Eddie last night, I had heard him talking to someone, but I couldn't hear them. Later, I heard him say that it was Nina he was talking to. The question had haunted me all night: Why couldn't I hear Nina, of all people, and why Eddie was with Nina.
He had been in the UK for five measly days. How could he have already weaved himself into trouble with the Man in Red and Nina? How could he know who Nina is? He had come in after her disappearance; and why was he involved with the Man in Red. I knew from the second I saw him that he was trouble, but I never knew he could weave himself into the Man in Red's day.
I hadn't told Sibuna about Eddie yet. I wasn't sure myself - I didn't know if it was just my imagination. But I knew one thing for sure: Eddie had somehow worked himself into Nina and the Man in Red's lives.
I was walking by myself. Mara and Joy had a million and one questions, so they stayed behind to talk to Fabian about the mystery, the dreams, and all that other crap. So I was walking by myself in the hallways of the school, with no one else but myself.
Well, I thought I was alone, at least; until I saw Eddie.
Or heard him, rather. After all, I did have the gift of hearing, so I guess it kicked in - but no, not around Nina, the fucking one person in the world I couldn't hear at all - and I heard Eddie talking to, of all people, Mr. Sweet.
I tip-toed over to the door, leaning my ear against it. My hearing was in high gear, and I could hear every word, every footstep, every shuffle. I realized I was actually achieving my goal: I was learning Eddie's secrets.
The first word I heard was from Eddie: "Dad, please?"
A laugh was about to escape my lips, but I placed my hand over my mouth so Mr. Sweet, nor Eddie could hear anything. I couldn't believe my ears - Sweetie was Eddie's dad? It was priceless. I turned my attention back to the father-son conversation. Mr. Sweet began to speak: "No, Edison."
"But why not?" Eddie protested.
"I am not giving you money to buy yourself food, when your House Mother provides you with amazing food every day." Mr. Sweet was saying.
"I don't even like it," Eddie said, almost too quickly, like he was making an excuse up on the spot. "I don't like Trudy's cooking. It tastes . . . off."
"I've tasted Trudy's cooking myself, son, and I know it isn't bad," Mr. Sweet, the dad, said. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"I'm American. I like different foods than you Brits. Why can't you just give me like thirty dollars or something so I can buy some food at the Supermarket? It could last me a week or two, and maybe by then I'd learn to appreciate Trudy's cooking. I don't like it at all."
I scoffed quietly. What was he talking about? Eddie eats Trudy's cooking like a horse, devouring every bite. It was obvious he was lying. I continued listening, and Mr. Sweet said, "Eddie, you've in a whole new continent now. You should know that we have a different currency."
"Yeah, whatever. Could you just please give me some money? I promise I'll eat my House Mother's cooking after that. I just want some good old American food for a while. Please?" Eddie begged.
I could hear Mr. Sweet hesitate, but he said, " . . . Fine. I'll give you 20 euros. Spend it well, Edison, or I won't ever give you money again."
"Agreed," Eddie told him. I waited a few seconds, but it never occurred to me to move, because the next thing I knew, a wooden door was being slammed into my face.
"Wow, that hurt," I hissed at Eddie from where he was standing on the opposite side of the hallway.
"What are you doing here, Yacker?" He barked, his hazel eyes flaring. I crossed my arms, glaring right back at him. He gave me a nickname, so I was about to give him one.
"Listening, Cockroach. So Mr. Sweet's your dad? And why do you want money? Why do you want to go to the Supermarket? Tell me now, or I go and report you to Trudy," I sneered. I couldn't report him to Mr. Sweet, obviously. He sighed, realizing his mistake, cursing under his breath.
"Okay, Patricia. You're an annoying bitch, but because I can't let you report this to Trudy, you're going to come with me. There's only three things that you're forbidden to ask: Why I'm going there, what I'm getting, and who it's for."
"Oh, it's for someone?" I questioned as Eddie and I walked out the door from school and into the street that led to the Supermarket. I heard Eddie sigh and mutter, "This is going to be a long day."
xXx
2:55 p.m.
We arrived at the Supermarket about thirty minutes later. Eddie pushed through the door, and when he jogged ahead of me, possibly to lose me in the rush of people, I sped my pace up to catch up with him. He wasn't about to lose me now.
"Alright, Weasel; why are we here?" I asked as I finally jogged up to his side, even though he was searching through an aisle to find something, but that something was what I didn't know - and what I had to find out.
"That's one of the forbidden questions, Patricia," Eddie deadpanned, even though he wasn't looking at me - he was too busy searching for bottles of water.
"I don't understand, though. You love Trudy's cooking. Why are you buying something for yourself - WAIT!" I screamed, remembering something I heard in the school. "You told Mr. Sweet - your dad - that you were buying it for yourself, but in the hallway you said I couldn't ask who it was for, meaning it wasn't for you. You lied to him?"
"Yes," Eddie said, like he knew I was going to ask the question, and like his answer didn't faze him the slightest bit, almost like he didn't care that he lied to his father. "You figured it out, Patricia. You're so smart," he remarked sarcastically.
"So who's it for?" I wondered, walking with him. He placed six bottles of water into the basket, and walked to the next aisle, which contained frozens.
"Again; one of the forbidden questions. I am not going to tell you who it's for, and I'm 100% positive you won't be able to guess who it's for if you tried." He stated simply, and opened the door to grab a frozen from the shelf.
"Fine, I'll guess, and I'm more than certain I'll get it right. Is it for your dad?"
"Nope."
"Your mum?"
"She's not even on this continent."
"Your sibling?"
"I don't have a sibling."
"Your friends?"
"No."
"Your dad?"
"Nada."
"Your uncle?"
"Nah."
I went on like that for a while, naming random people. I even named the President as one of my guesses. But it wasn't until I was up to naming the people at Anubis that my suspicions were confirmed, and I was 100% positive that Eddie had something to do with Nina and her disappearance.
"Trudy?" I continued guessing.
"I'm the one supposedly buying food to not eat her cooking, so why would I be buying it FOR her? Be sensible, Yacker."
"Would you stop calling me that?" I complained, as Eddie and I were now walking into the canned soups aisle. Eddie's basket was quickly filling up with food. We had been in the Supermarket for about twenty minutes, and I still hadn't guessed who Eddie was buying it for.
Eddie smirked at my question, and shook his head to deny my request. "Nah - you talk too much, so your new name is Yacker."
I rolled my eyes, ignoring his annoying, ridiculous voice. "Whatever, Slimeball. Are you here for Fabian?"
Eddie groaned, while he was placing a chicken noodle soup can in his red basket. The red color reminded me too much of the Man in Red, and when I remembered that Eddie had something to do with him, my blood boiled. I remembered my vow to myself that I would be the one to uncover Eddie's secrets and break him into a million pieces, so there was nothing else for him to live for. "No, Patricia, I am not here for Fabian. Would you please stop asking me who I'm getting it for?"
"Nah, I don't want to," I answered, laughing. "So, is it for Mick?"
"No."
"Aww . . ." I began again, blushing obnoxiously. "Eddie, is it for me? Are you getting food for me?"
He scoffed. "Yeah, you wish."
"Jerome?" I began my cycle again.
"Nope," he said, popping the p.
"Alfie?"
"No."
"Mara?"
He shook his head.
"Amber?"
"No."
We were in the hallway between two of the aisles. The next thing we'd say would ultimately shatter Sibuna's world.
"Nina?" I asked him, continuing my list.
You want to know what he did? He stopped. He stopped. HE FREAKING STOPPED. He stopped in his tracks, turned to face me, and he said nothing. He said nothing. HE FREAKING SAID NOTHING.
Then, he had the nerve to say something. "No."
HE HESITATED. HE HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH NINA. HE SAID NOTHING. HE HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH NINA.
The thought was echoing through my mind, bouncing back and fourth against my brain.
EDDIE HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH NINA.
xXx
3:20 p.m.
I rarely spoke to Eddie in the Supermarket after I realized he really did have something to do with Nina. I kept my distance from him while he did his shopping. I was scanning a case of Nutella when Eddie came over and said, "So, did the Yacker stop yacking?"
I rolled my eyes, not even bothering to look at him. "Shut up, dumbass."
"Ooh, watch your language," Eddie laughed at his own joke as he walked away, chuckling to himself. He was an obnoxious asshole, and I didn't really give a shit about him. But as I watched him walk away, I felt a twinge of jealousy, and I don't know where it came from.
It was another five minutes later, and we were in another aisle when I asked him, "I know you were talking to Nina yesterday. I heard you. I followed you. And I heard the Man in Red. Tell me now, or I report you. What do you know about the Man in Red?"
He turned around, and his hazel eyes met my blue-green ones. "That, I can't tell you."
"Why not?" I complained, thinking this was just another one of "forbidden questions" that I was about to ask him, even though it was forbidden; but to my surprise, his look was dead serious.
"Because if I tell you, I won't be alive tomorrow."
My heart beat. Thump. What did he mean? 'I won't be alive tomorrow'? Did he mean . . . "Do you mean the Man in Red will kill you if you tell me?"
His face showed no emotion as he slowly placed a loaf of bread into his basket. He didn't answer me, but I took his silence as a "yes". And there was the beating of my heart again.
"How did you get involved with him?" I mumbled, but loud enough so he could hear me.
"A note," was all Eddie said. He didn't specify, didn't tell me what the note said, or why he came here in the first place. I had one more question for him that I was planning to ask.
"Do you know Nina Martin?" was my question.
When he looked me in the eye again, a chill went down my spine, and he said in a very serious, gravelly voice, "What do you think?"
A/N - Ah, the chapter's finished *.* I came up with this idea one day, and I just had to write it in . . . oh yeah, and I have to tell you something.
The date is March 7th, 2013. I just finished watching the latest episode of House of Anubis (House of Eclipse), and that scene where Eddie put his hand on KT's shoulder I was screaming at the TV, "NO EDDIE YOU LOVE PATRICIA GET THAT HAND OFF OF KT'S SHOULDER YOU STILL LOVE PATRICIA STOP DENYING IT" and I continued to yell it through the entire scene, so I don't remember any of the dialogue because I was screaming my head off. So I just thought I'd reward you guys with some Peddie in this chapter (:
I do hope you enjoyed, and I hope you have a sparkling day!~*
~Julianna
