Chapter 11: Who?
Rachel Roberts POV:
"You know I think you kids need a vacation more than anything else. Just to get your minds away from all that has happened," I said, trying to sound casual. I really wanted to get them away from their father as far away and as quickly as possible. A vacation would be a good enough excuse.
Robert and Cordelia however didn't reply to the announcement. In fact they did nothing in response to my statement. They just sat there in their seats on opposite sides of the table and ate. Gazes locked on the food in front of them.
I gave off an awkward feeling smile, trying to stay cheerful and positive. "You know I have a friend who lives up in London. Maybe we can go there for a week or two or even longer for Christmas. She doesn't receive many visitors."
Finally I got reaction out of one of them. Robert looked up and starred at me for a long, silent moment. His face was blank but there was a deep emotion in his eyes, one that I wasn't able to catch. Soon Eleanor was coming down the stairs and Robert went back to looking his breakfast. He was no longer eating.
Turning in my seat I look towards the apparently 'robot' child of the group. She didn't smile, she didn't frown, her face was absolutely still and blank as she walked over sitting across the table from me.
So far she fit the criteria, but there were emotions in there. They were only hiding under the surface. But why would she hide them? What was her strategy in this?
"Do you want breakfast, Eleanor?" I ask her already standing up. There's a long silence while I walk and stand over the kitchen counter.
"I prefer to be called Harper." A two second pause. "And yes, please. Hash brown would be nice."
Gathering her food on a plate I watched them out of the corner of my eyes. Cordelia and Robert were both looking at her strangely but Elea—Harper just sat there unbothered by their gazes.
Interesting.
"Here you go, Harper." I place the plate of food in front of her. "Would you like milk…juice…water?"
She shakes her head. "I'm good, but thank you Ms. Roberts." She gives off a slight smile, but its forced.
"Sure, thing."
Robert stands up from the table a half-full plate in hand. Without saying a word he walks over to the sink.
"Well, anyway, we were just discussing about going on a vacation to…clear our minds. We were thinking about London. Do you have any specific preference elsewhere?" I asked Harper. Maybe I could get at least one persons opinion before booking a trip.
Harper thinks about it for a moment but shakes her head. "Nothing in particular. London sounds fine."
"Alright, then it's settled. We'll be leaving for London, shortly."
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Cameron Morgan's POV:
"You're thinking about him, aren't you?" Bex asked although it sounded more of an accusation than an actual question.
We were both in her room in London, the winter break finally having arrived a week ago. Bex was at her computer desk while I was lying on her bed—pillow in arms—having been daydreaming too much that Bex took notice.
"No," I snap trying not to sound too quick about it. "No, of course not, why would I?" Even I couldn't be fooled by the sound of my voice as it betrayed me. "Okay…maybe, but not on purpose." I dug my head into the pillow so the last part was muffled. Still the cotton wouldn't affect Bex's hearing in the least.
I heard Bex sighing followed by the sound of her chair rolling harshly over carpet coming up beside me. "Maybe you'll see him again."
My head immediately raised above the pillow. "Bex, what does it matter if I do see him again? The point is we really don't know him. I told you before what my Aunt Abby said. Do we really know this Zachary Goode?" It was the questions that had been haunting me for weeks now. I couldn't get the idea out of my mind. Not since I discovered who they were really after.
Why had Zach been following me in Boston and elsewhere? Why did the guy who was trying to kidnap me act like he knew Zach from somewhere? Who was Zachary Goode?
"Yes, I remember, but didn't she also give you his jacket. I mean, he can't be all bad…or…" Bex didn't finish her sentence. She didn't have to.
The ending was what we both feared, deeply. If Zach was the enemy then logically with the knowledge we already obtained there were other enemies inside the Gallagher walls. Neither one of us wanted to think about that consequence. Neither of us wanted to even play with the idea.
It was a dangerous game and my gut instinct told me the game was about to become deadlier.
Because the Gallagher Academy doesn't accept fools.
Oh, Zach, what were you trying to tell me?
"Come on," Bex said standing out of her chair. She already headed towards the door. Reaching it she looked back at me with a lifted eyebrow edging me to join her.
I dropped her pillow on the bed and shifted my feet over the edge. "Where are we going?"
"My parents study," Bex said, nonchalant. A smile was slowing spreading across her face. "If a Zachary Goode ever existed we'll find him there. No offense to Gallagher, but my parents have an ever larger database. Of course it will be harder to break but we'll have help."
"From who?"
"My sister."
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