CHAPTER 10: Isn't It Suspicious? (I)

Skylee P.O.V

My dear close your eyes,

let the sleep roll in.

Let it shield your deepest fear.

It'll hide you from the dark.

My dear dream about a life,

fill it with love.

Roses are red,

express they love.

It makes you smile,

and love the darknight.

"Ma'am, may I come in?" I was literally lost in singing my Mum's song when I heard a knock on the door along with an annoying voice.

I opened my eyes and looked at the door, placing my guitar aside, I said in a disinterested voice, "Yeah!"

"I hope I didn't disturb you," Asli said with a small smile and came inside holding a tray in her hand. She placed the tray in front of me that had a tub of my favorite ice cream. Then she walked towards the window and put the blinds down.

"You did," I said. All the while I observed her. she had straight and strict facial features with brown hair tied up in a tight bun. She had worn sweatpants and a mock-neck tank top. The sleeveless top displayed her defined muscles as if she had done a lot of workouts. She didn't seem like a maid. Why would a normal housemaid have muscles like a fighter?

"Well sorry for disturbing you. Eat it before it gets melt. It's your favorite strawberry ice cream without any nuts," she said politely as she pretended to clean my room. Only my room wasn't in a bad condition and who the hell did cleaning at late night?

"Thanks," I said formally as I picked the bowl. I was allergic to all kinds of nuts. According to docs, only a minor amount was enough for a serious reaction. I could even die because of oxygen blockage. So, my Baba had strictly ordered everyone to take care of my food ingredients.

I took the first spoon and closed my eyes with pleasure and stopped the urge to moan. Well, yes my favorite ice cream could lift my mood and could make me forgot about everything.

"Can I ask you something?" She said as she didn't find anything to clean in my room. I was a person of perfection and in my room, you would always found everything in the right place. I briefly smirked.

"I'm listening," I said as I ate my ice cream before it really melts.

She looked at me with her brown eyes and sat in front of me on the bed. All the while a calculating gaze scanning me. She had something in her more than a maid. Maids never had such a kind of attitude in them, even her body language was so confident.

"Today you left in different outfits and came back in different ones, can I ask why?" She asked, looking directly into my eyes. Like trying to find something.

Really? Smartness with Skylee Kingston! Hah!

"Can I ask why?" I questioned back with a boring look.

"You can share it with me. If there is someone in your school bullying you," She sounded worried. Her words made me remember Cactus and his sick prank and the assignment I had to do with him. I scrunched my nose in disgust and said, "There is nothing I can't handle on my own."

"Are you sure?" She asked with concerned expressions. I just looked at her. I already had 2 bodyguards, right?

"Forget about me. You tell me. What are you doing here?" I asked her as I placed the empty bowl back on the tray. But I didn't miss the way she stiffened and shifted in her position. Okay, that was pretty noticeable.

"It's my duty. I came to ask you if someone is bullying you in school and also this ice cream..." I cut her off, "I'm not asking about this."

"The thing I'm asking is what are you doing here? In New York?"

"I told you. It's my duty," she said and looked directly into my eyes, as if, she wanted me to believe her. Only it confirmed she was lying. Because liars always told lies looking directly in the eyes. They wanted you to believe them. I briefly nodded at her.

"But why here? You could be a maid in Turkey too. Finding a job as a maid isn't a hard thing. Plus you could ask my Mum for help, her NGO could probably help you." I reasoned out and she just looked away, not bothering to answer.

There is something surely barbecuing around me! Lie or truth! Or something in between...

"Your guitar is beautiful!" She said, looking at my guitar.

A smile broke down on my lips at the mention of my guitar. My Baba gifted me this guitar on my sixth birthday after I joined music school. It was a white guitar with red roses printed on the top - near the eight-string and down area - near the bridge. This was the only precious thing to me besides, of course, myself, about whom I cared the most. I couldn't even imagine if someday it got broke by some stupid mistakes of mine.

"You may go now," I said to her dismissively.

She didn't answer instead she tried to change the topic. She looked at me with the same calculating gaze, as if, she knew I didn't believe her. Anyhow she picked the tray and walked out. While I looked at her retreating figure with a thought.

Am I overthinking? Or things are really easy to understand?

Remembering about my parents, nor Mum neither Baba, no one had tried to contact me yet. 'Where the hell are they busy?' I grabbed my phone from the side table and dialed Baba's number. Of course, I wasn't going to call Mum. But to my surprised, his phone was off. I dialed Mum's number and it was also off. I sighed and threw the phone on the bed.

What's going on here? What are they hiding from me?

I felt suffocated as I rubbed a hand over my neck when my eyes fell on the window. The blinds were down so I stood up and walked towards the window. I was feeling very anxious, they never went out of contact with me, but now this continuous phone switched off thing was killing my insides. It never happened before.

I pulled the blinds up and opened the window. The chilled breeze caressed my face and I closed my eyes and relaxed with the freshness of the wind. My Mum used to say and I quoted, 'Wind travels everywhere, through the mountains and the ocean to the village or the forest. Delivering messages within it. The wind is the best messenger. But you need to have a heart-to-heart connection with it to deliver your messages to your loved ones.'

I opened my eyes and looked out at the sky. It was clear and slightly shining with stars. Praising the sky for a moment, I looked down on the lawn. Number 1 was saying something to that gate guard, in return, the gate guard frequently nodded. Then he left out of the house while Number 1 stepped inside. He looked up and slightly nodded at me. While I just kept looking at him until he disappeared near the inside door.

They were hiding something from me. I will definitely find it out soon. Why? and What? All of a sudden they sent me to New York when it was already decided that I would complete my last year in LA. Isn't it suspicious? Why I didn't notice it before?

With a thought, I trudged towards my bed and again picked my phone. I dialed Brother Xander's number and held it to my ear.

"I want to meet you," I said as soon as he received the call.

"Now?" He asked while his voice seemed slightly bothered.

"Yes. Now."

"I'm sorry, Sky. But I'm a bit busy but we'll catch up tomorrow after school," he said.

"Why everyone is so busy?" I creased my brows. I was annoyed and frustrated.

"Because we have a lot of work to do." It was a matter-of-fact answer. I clenched my jaw tight angrily and cut the call. I felt so pissed off. Then I did what I always do in extreme anger and frustration.

Using my all force, I threw my phone on the wall, making it shatter into pieces.

Translation:

Baba: Father