Chapter 119

We arrive home to meet an empty house, and I don't find that surprising in the least.

Oakley should probably be some way else, off doing something I do not want to think about at the moment. I almost wonder if she's that reckless, as that is exactly the thought that has been occuring to me ever since we had seen her at Aron's place. I don't know where she ventured off to next 

I feel like a mother, a mother hen ardently trying to protect her chicks from even more damage than they had already gone through.

"Did you check to see if Oakley's still with the booze?" I ask Scott, and he shakes his head walking straight into the kitchen.

I imagine he's going to prepare some food, but he simply takes a flight of stairs up, and the moment he's coming back, I notice his clothes are changed into something more comfortable.

I realise that I am also still wearing the stunning floral dress that I've been wearing all through this morning. I glanced at the time and I see it is 4:30 but yet nothing like surprise, or shock, or trepidation, passes through me. I cannot imagine why has this house, this house exactly is so quiet.

I groan, it seems someone has thrown a shroud of silence over the place, as there is basically no voice coming over.

"How are your songs going?" I ask Scott and the excited blush that creeps onto his face makes me know that I have provided enough topic for a conversation now.

"They're going really good thank you" he says, as his voice seems to shut down any further possibility of continuing the conversation.

It seems Scott is not in the mood for talking, and for a minute I almost feel disappointed at this. I almost feel disappointed at the fact that my brother will not want to talk to me, but yet I find the subject that I am picking to talk to him about, is one that is very delicate to him.

"I want you talk to me about it" I say, and the suprised raise of his eyebrow that he gives me, makes me know that I am getting better at detecting things that people want to keep hidden.

"They're still ongoing" he says adding an exasperated grin, but I know they are not. There should probably be one that has been completed, and I can only imagine how it would sound.

Scott simply has this innate ability to simply pick up a pen and paper, and start composing a song, with the tune, the sounds and everything else being perfect.

I remember when we were younger. I had been so obsessed with the little snippets of music that he seemed to produce, that I would always hog him all to myself, and not let father and mother listen to him.

"How about we just have a talk session tonight?" I ask him. I realise that even with my voice, and displaying all the hope that I could have possibly ever wanted to display at this, I'm just hoping it would grant us a chance to catch up on each other's lives.

Since I have no one else to keep me occupied at this very moment, I'd rather take it trying to know my brother better. I'd rather take it trying to discover the mystery that is Scott Davies. My eyes glint with mischief.