Chapter - 13

"Listen Lucas, it should work as a reminder for you that no matter who the person is, they can be pretty mean to you and have their intention to harm you, now we must move to the next surprise that I have for you, come quickly," Gramps announced as Lucas traced his footsteps, his head was drooping into the saddned memories of his own mother. 

"Now son, do you remember one night I told you a story of a boy, who happens to love blood a lot that he was obsessed with it and was ready to kill anyone he saw if he intended to do?" 

Lucas nodded his head and listened to the malice words of Gramps. 

"Perhaps what if I told you that the living of that way is pretty good for your health," 

On the walk formatted with the trees, he caught the words of Gramps, and was evidently in search of the meaning. 

"What do you mean by that?" Asked Lucas. Gramp quickened his pace and stayed aside a tree that had it's dead leaves rummaging the path, his eyes had the desire of a gentleman and yet it were offended by the unceremonious abruptness of its own traits. 

"Oh son, if you're asking me then I must tell you the satisfaction you get when you tumble yourself to a task like that, when you envy someone's happiness they recieved when they hurt you, you understand me boy?" 

His eyes had scared Lucas, it's rage and passion that it had, it was exasperating yet he saw the reasons of the fire that aroused within those eyes, the dominance, the utterly urge to protect himself and to show everyone the vestige of the atoning kindness that once he had within himself and now there could only be one thing found and that was his urge of vehemence of wrong doing to him. 

"I know son, these things had made me cling as well but don't you fret, just follow me and you will find your own path," 

Gramps stopped his rest and awhile he was walking, his lips were shut and the leaves were only moving besides their feet, though amiably Gramps ceased his foot, and turned to look at the pale face of Lucas. 

"I will be gone for a minute, but when I do return, you will have to do something, pethaps that is surprise for you," Lucas nodded and looked at him as he walked out of the graveyard. 

He awaited for the man's return patiently, free from the slightest feeling of anxiety, yet the pang hadn't been ready to leave him, then he spotted him with a big black bag onto his shoulder. He walked neared and nearer with every step of breath of his falling. The mystery that bag had, it felt no blunted to his eyes or his mind as to think about it, it felt like it had a dead body in it. Gramps came near and put the bag down, and amiably he uncovered the mystery. 

"Son, tell me, was it this boy who was dare to bully you?!"

Those pages had done nothing but confined himself to a meagre of his own feelings for her, he looked at the hole and found her dreary eyes, still closed and but a smile shining within those cheeks, and that had deliberate him to smile as well, the wind threw itself onto the window once again and it had its own rage but it had preclude all his insolent feelings as it struck the window, he rose and looked at it, the breeze that had the trees flutter onto it's wing was gorgeous and he had the urge to disperse himself to the wind and fly out onto the sky, high and above all yet to his own surprise, the wind couldn't even help him to asunder his anger and the meagre meaning of those pages. The questions had been rummaging inside his mind henceforth he saw her there, yet he knew there could be more intelligible reasons for her to be featured in it, the clock rang and she had woken up, Lucas quickly hid himself from her view and settled himself onto the bed. He heard the door as it opened, it was hers, then felt the footsteps dispersing afar from him. He looked out and couldn't spot her anywhere, and when he leaned onto the balcony, he found her, walking away and away from him. The rain was about to fall and the evenings had been nothing but dull for him after her sexual assault, his legs could not forbearance the pain, and yet he'd decided to trace his footsteps same as her. The crowd had not been much alive in those weather as he walked between them, he had spotted het against the crowds as she had the aroma matching perfectly with the familiar and yet peculiar smell of his Gramps. He had knew this feeling, the night when he saw her for the first, the aroma that had helped him to see through her, her own self, the unforeseen reality, she made him debilitate to remember his Gramps, the familiarity and everything that had concealed within herself. That day it was rainy, and when he set his foot onto the stairs, he felt the smell, the wind had helped it's aroma to walk towards him and had his own eyes locked on her tranquility for what felt like a lot of times. The crowd had been dispersing with the very steps of the rain, and he had spotted her once again, prowling through her pockets of the Jean that she was wearing, and there she picked out her mobile phone. Her eyes had all the focus heeded onto the screen and her eyes were only damped with sadness, the few droplets had been fallen onto his own head and as the rain got heavy, he saw her going inside a cafe and as she settled down, she waited for her companion patiently.