CHAPTER 11 - Who is guilty? 1

　　“You know me too well, I didn't kill him.” Sabrina continued chuckling, as she stood on her feet. She was laughing because they were so miserable, she took quick steps backward, smirking as she watched her sisters besiege her. “That's the more explanation why you're the suspect.” Hayley told them.

　　“I know you hate me Hayley, but I didn't kill Nick Simpson.” Sabrina retained. She clenched her fists when she noticed her sisters were ready to attack her. “Sabrina, you would be locked up until I'm convinced of your innocence.” Freya said as a spell escaped her lips.

　　Sabrina fell to her knees, she couldn't move her body, though she tried countless times, and her lips trembled, as she attempted to break the spell, but it was to no avail. Janeka and Earnestine, forced Sabrina to the basement, locking her up though she almost evaded their grasp. The four sisters said a barrier spell, they were certain that Sabrina couldn't break through. She just sat on the floor, leaning on the closed door while the delicate lighting materials in the basement exploded. Its pieces shattered on the wooden floors.

　　“I didn't kill him.” She roared.

　　“Hayley. We have to do some investigations in your school.” Janeka suggested as they waddled upstairs. “Perhaps, there must be a mythical creature out there.” Freya said as the thoughts crossed her mind. She couldn't comprehend why there was a sudden disappearance of a human, though it wasn't their concern, they had to figure out if this was a consequence of failing to perform the rituals they were taught.

　　“We have to wait for another suspicious attack.” Earnestine recommended, as she walked into the living room, her sister's joining her seconds later.

　　“How does this concern us?” Hayley blurted. They darted at her before sighing and getting their asses on the couch.

　　“Hayley, you won't understand.” Freya said.

　　“I wouldn't condemn you because you caused all this.” Janeka uttered.

　　“I was saving my friend.” Hayley shrugged, as she hurried into the kitchen. Janeka kept her eyes fixed on her, something was telling her that Hayley might know who was responsible for the whole drama, but it was better not to lay erroneous indictments.

　　Freya's phone beeped, she recalled that she was going to check the wedding card designs with Eamon. She quickly scurried upstairs to get herself ready, her sisters understood the stress she would be going through, and they had to let her take all the time she desired because it was her happy hour.

　　“Ladies. I have to go.” She hurried downstairs after she spent some minutes in the bathroom. Twisting the door handle, she ran out of the house. “We should be helping her out,” Janeka said. Freya came back in, she rushed back to her room, and came out with her phone.

　　“I'm getting clumsy.” She smiled, as she almost tripped, heaving a sigh, as she walked out of the house.

　　“You are putting a lot of pressure.” Janeka said.

　　“Now, we have to figure out who's responsible for the disappearance of Nick.” Hayley said as she stepped out of the kitchen with chips in her hands. Her gaze met Janeka and her lips twitched into a small smile while she walked upstairs.

　　“You ought to be in school.” Janeka said.

　　“It's Sunday.” Earnestine said.

　　“That must have slipped my mind.” Janeka said.

　　“I'm not surprised.” Earnestine said with a short grin.

　　Earnestine and Janeka appeared inside the school premises. The whole environment was as silent as a graveyard, the only thing you would hear where the chirping of the pigeons. They walked into the school hallway after breaking through the entrance with their magic. Unhurriedly making observations, they were bent on finding any uncanny material, sauntering class to class, and scanning through school files.

　　“I don't think we can find any valuable information here.” Earnestine said as she turned a page on the files that lay on the principals' desk.

　　“We have to keep searching.” Janeka exhorted, as she put a book back on the shelve at the edge of the office. They swiftly left the classes to the library, making a quick study before they trotted to the sports field, nonetheless they found nothing.

　　“I have feelings for someone.” Earnestine said breaking up the silence that was slowly taking over. Janeka's eyes widened, and she grinned as they strolled down the sports field, they were walking close to where the spectator's seats were modified. We only arrived in Weston Hills last week, and she had already found someone she had a crush on. That was quick. Janeka thought.

　　“Who is she?” Janeka asked. Earnestine glanced at her before she spoke up, she put her hands in her pockets, staring at the lush green lawn that was of equal height in the field, it was the football field.

　　“Erin Quin.” She answered. They moved around the sports field, still, there was nothing, they had spent more than two hours in Weston Hills High with no clue of what was happening in their town.

　　“Well, I'm not sure. Perhaps, it's just this happy feeling I get when I meet someone.”

　　“Give it your best shot, sister.” Janeka commended, and she stepped towards her. “I will.” Earnestine said, her gaze met the blood trails on the oak tree, she peered at it before she ran towards it.

　　Janeka followed her, she paced up then she got closer and saw the blood trails, but they disappeared before their very eyes.

　　“That's blood.” Janeka's eyes dilated, as she tried to touch the tree, but Earnestine stopped her left hand which nearly stroked the rough bark of the tree.

　　“We are not sure what this is, it would be wise not to touch it,” Earnestine suggested, and Janeka shrugged. “Perhaps, this is a prove that Nick was murdered at this very spot.”

　　Janeka agreed, but within her, she was pondering if she should heed what she was told to do. They turned to leave, but Janeka hastily turned back to the tree, Earnestine hurried to stop her, but Janeka nudged her away.