Chapter fifteen

Sunset, talks, feelings.

Clyde's point of view:

I took a turn away from the castle, changing my destination. She swallowed and wiped away the remaining tear, "the castle is that-"

"I know,"I intrupted."We are not going there."

"We are not?" She asked, I shock my head no. "Then where are we going?"

"A place I love the most," I simply answered and turned on the radio and She immediately hummed along to the song as she looked outside the passing trees.

I don't know what has hit me, what's this new unexplainable feeling I am feeling. I do not understand why I am driving her to the only spot in the world that makes me feel like home

I parked the car and got out, and so did she. She stood in front of a mountain, and she looked at it confused about the reason why we are here. "Just wait," I said. "You are going to love it." She nodded and followed my lead up the mountain.

She was far behind, so I stopped and waited for her to come near. Because of the many times I have come here, I forgot how hard it was to climb up the first time. But she will see that it is worth all the hard work when we reach the top. When she came close, I placed me hand behind her back and helped her forward. For the whole way up, I stayed behind her and helped her when she needed; which I have got to say, she did not need that much help.

When we were finally on top, she followed me few steps forward, and gasped as she looked at the view from up above. "Woah," she exclaimed, her eyes wide open.

She kept still, staring at the town from up here for what felt like hours. Then we ended up sitting down and talked.

"How did you find this place?" She asked.

I hesitated, "when I was a kid," I paused."My mother used to bring me up here whenever I was feeling down, she would tell me to scream my anger away."

I have never told this to anyone, this was our secret place, my mother's and I. And then it was just me when she was- gone. But now, I guess Eleanor has her share of this place as well.

We sat in silance for a while, until she broke it. "Do you actually torture people?" She asked out of the blue, I shuffled in my place as I tenssed. "You don't have to answer.

"Yes," I answered honestly.

"Why?" She questioned, looking directly at me as if she is hoping for a good reason.

I did not answer, I stared at her for a while longer, debating with myself whether to tell her or not. But I ended up breaking our eye contact and stared out from high above.

"You do not look like the guys who tortures people for fun," she said, I looked back at her and furrowed my eyebrows. "Well, that's what people said-"

I took a deep breath, "I do it because of my mother." I paused,"for my mother." I corrected myself.

"she asked you to torture people?"

"No," I shock my head. "She would never, she had the purest heart anyone could own. She would not have approved it even if they were bad." She looked at me, listening closely still waiting for that answer I did not give. "My mother did not die a natural death like how all the newspapers has explained it." Her eyes widened, scared of what I will say next. "She was killed." I admitted, she did not blink, she stared at me not knowing what to say. "And I worked there ever since, in hopes to find who did it, but I never did."

"I am so sorry," she said, honestly.

"I am too," I said.

We stayed there for hours, we saw the sunset and the sunrise. "Will your family be mad?" She asked, as she yawned, tired. "that we left them there and disappeared?"

"Big time," I said, she chuckled and my mouth crept into a smile. And soon we broke into laughter which I believe was because of the lack of sleep we had. "Let go home." She nodded, I helped her up and we dragged ourselves back down and hopped into my car.

On the way there, she slept. And when we finally arrived to the castle, I did not dare to wake her up. So I carried her all the way to her bed, tucked her in and closed the lights and the door on my way out.