The words stung. I couldn’t look Ben in the eye. I didn’t know why. I wished I knew why. “It’s not just Derek. I’m sorry, Ben, but I just can’t… Not this way.”
A knock on the door interrupted our conversation. I could feel Ben’s eyes threatening to burn holes through me, but he eventually stood up and answered the door. From the veranda, I could hear his mother, Amelia, sobbing.
“Where’s Sofia, Ben? Is she with you?” Little Abby sounded cautious.
If his father, Lyle, was there, he certainly wasn’t talking much. It took a couple of minutes before Ben eventually came out to fetch me. “The police are here. They want to ask us some questions.”
“And what’s our answer going to be?”
He ground his teeth before responding. “We ran away.”
They spent a considerable amount of time getting us to talk. They kept telling us that we could tell them the truth, that we didn’t have to be afraid. They tried their best to pry any information about where we were, how we managed to keep ourselves hidden, how we survived. We remained true to our decision. Ben never even hinted about The Shade. Just like me, he kept silent about it and I was grateful for it. I knew he couldn’t understand why I refused to give The Shade away – heck, even I didn’t understand – but he supported me and I thought the world of him for it.
The police eventually gave up. Running away wasn’t a punishable crime, and unless they were charging us with a crime, we had no more reason to talk.
It took three days before all the necessary paper work and police reports were done to get Ben and me cleared to go back to California. The physical examinations brought about a new onslaught of questions. They didn’t find anything wrong with me, but there was no hiding the scars on Ben’s body.
I would never be able to forget the look on Amelia’s eyes when she saw the scars. It felt like I was being torn apart when she looked at Ben and me – eyes pleading – and cried, “Who did this? Why won’t you tell us who did this?”
It was the first time I ever saw Lyle so angry. “Sofia, where were you? What happened to both of you?”
I could sense Ben’s eyes on me – eating away at my conscience. Even then, I couldn’t… I couldn’t tell them about The Shade. “I’m so sorry,” was all I managed to say, head bowed down and tears streaming down my eyes.
I expected Ben to tell them everything right then, but he held his ground. Lyle and Amelia tried to pry information out of us. They screamed, they begged, they threatened… Neither Ben nor I said anything about the vampires.
Finally, everything came to an end when Ben sighed in exasperation and said, “Can we please just go home? I’m exhausted.”
His statement paved the way to the quietest, tensest road trip I’d ever been on. Ben slept through most of the trip. I envied him; as hard as I tried, I was unable to get a wink of sleep throughout the entire drive home.
Their home. Not mine.
It wasn’t until we reached their house that I managed to pull Lyle over to the side and ask him the question that’d been bothering me since I saw them.
“Did my dad know I was gone?” Did he care?
The look on Lyle’s face was heartbreaking. “The checks came on schedule.”
I knew what that meant. It didn’t matter if my father knew or not. As far as Aiden Claremont was concerned, when it came to his daughter, everything was just business as usual. His fatherly obligation toward me apparently started and ended with the quarterly checks he sent the Hudsons.
I didn’t know why I was surprised. From the moment my mother went insane and he shipped her away from home, he married his work as the founder of what was then a small home security agency that eventually developed into a larger business. Truth be told, the sums he was sending the Hudsons to care for me were really just scraps considering what he was actually worth. He was a filthy rich, miserable excuse for a father.
As if throwing me a bone of consolation, Lyle awkwardly rubbed my back. “The Aiden I used to know adored you.”
Yeah? Introduce him to me once you find that version of him again. I just smiled back at Lyle. It wasn’t right for me to take my frustration out on him. From my perspective, he lost a best friend the day I lost a father.
Amelia kept me busy working with her in the kitchen, making dinner for the rest of the evening. Dinner was tense. Abby was the only one who seemed to be in a light and bubbly mood. We tried to oblige her, but none of us ever really managed to ease the sense of friction soaking the atmosphere.#p#分页标题#e#
That night, I tossed and turned in my bed, unable to sleep. I kept my eyes shut. I thought of escaping The Shade many times while I was there. At the back of my mind, I had some vague idea about exposing The Shade and freeing all its human prisoners. That was what I thought I’d be doing now, after leaving the island. Instead, I went back to California, had dinner with the Hudsons and talked – rather uncomfortably – about going back to school.