“Everyone fades away from us, it's all a matter of time.”

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Time passes hastily and everything changes with it. For example, our bodies change in many ways as we age. However, it’s not only our bodies that change, but also our minds and the way we think. I was not child-Daisy anymore, but I am not teen-Daisy anymore either. 

Every age passed, it revealed something new about myself and the life I was living in. I also concluded what Peter told me about that clock. All I needed was a slight amount of time then I would be able to return home and know the truth.

Peter left me hanging in the living room all alone while he would have a crucial discussion with Mr. Blake. They had been inside his office for the past ten minutes and I was perishing of novelty about that ‘crucial discussion’. I abhorred my personality that day, I was just standing there strolling around the house and kept ascertaining that it wasn't about me when I knew it was indeed about me and Mackenzie.

I heard the doorbell ringing, so I walked to the front door, taking a deep breath in the process. Due to the level of quietness in the house, I assumed the person at the door was Liam and figured it would be okay for me to answer it.

Ughh, how could that knucklehead forget his keys?

Liam and I got closer in the past week, I commenced feeling livable around him more. Actually, he was a delightful and humorous person that I cherished time with. Yet, I couldn't see him as the lover as he saw me as. No matter how much I disliked it, the heart wants what it wants and it wanted Henry.

Nevertheless, it wasn't Liam who rang the bell but Mrs. Blake. What was she doing there? I had no clue at first, but then I came to the realization that she was here for whatever they were talking over inside. I crossed my arms over my chest as I blocked the way so she won't go inside. 

“Why are you here?” I started examining her; Mrs. Blake was one of the worst liars I had ever seen. This is why I tend to ask her more than Mr. Blake, however, in certain topics he shows up to not let Mrs. Blake say anything.

“Because Weston called me to come. May I pass please?” She responded but we both knew it wasn't the answer that I was looking for.

“And why did Mr. Blake call you to come here?” Detective Daisy started to show up in me out of inquisitiveness that they led me to. Believe me, I was not the kind of person who inquires about the stuff on my mind. However, when I lose it, I can't control myself.

“I d--don’t know, haha how can I know?” Her affectionate tone shifted to apprehensive while stuttering.

You're caught, Mrs. Blake.

“One,” my voice raised into a high-pitch while counting. She gasped with her eyes round fixed on me, knowing that I caught her and if I reached three she will spill it out.

“Two,” I continued counting. 

“Daisy, I can't…please, Daisy. Let it slide this time.” She begged while her lips trembled anxiously, sorry Mrs. Blake but this wasn't the time. I merited to comprehend what was going on even if I didn't want to.

“Three,” I frowned when I heard his tone, Peter’s tone. He was the one who said three instead of me, I turned to face him. He was standing in the hallway leaning toward the wall with his arms crossed. “Tell her Everly, she wants to know so tell her.” His reliance manifests as he analyzes me. 

“He told you to tell me, Everly! What are you waiting for?” I asked her before narrowing my eyes at Peter. Anger boiled deep in my system, as hot as lava. A devilish smirk shaped on his face, as if he was telling me he is the winner of this game and that I shouldn't try too hard. The smirk was similar to Mackenzie in a terrific way, I didn't know how they were analogous until when I saw his full expression and the way he was looking at me.

How could they look alike that much? A girl I just met earlier looked like him more than Liam, his own son.

Was he an enemy? Was this his twisted way of helping? Shall I even know the answer to that? No, because I am frightened. Because I chose to escape, even if I decided to know and never escape again. 

It was too late. Someone paid for my hiding.

“Daisy--” when Mrs. Blake was about to speak and tell me, Peter edged closer and closer to me. Our faces were inches away, his eyes were searching through the depths of mine, and my eyes were searching for a remedy in his. 

“Sienna was exactly like you, she was patient and mature, but she loses it sometimes, like you--or rather, you lose it sometimes like her. I don't know you well yet, but I know Sienna and you are like a second version of her.  Like it or not, you should accept the truth sometimes.” Slowly the tears shone in his eyes before he could continue with a bitter tone of voice. 

“You know, the way you look at me right now was the same way Sienna looked at me. She never asked me to help her, she was so stubborn like you are. But, I understood from her gaze at me, yet I did nothing. I gave my back to her, maybe if I didn't, that won't happen to you or to her.” His tone was full of bitterness, regression, and distress. Just a single mistake he made ended with someone murdered. 

I knew the reason for his eagerness to help me, he felt that he played a part in my father's murder. Technically, he didn't, but maybe if he helped that woman, my father would be alive. But if my father was alive and he actually abused me, would my life be any better or would it be worse?

I didn't realize what that woman went through, yet I loathed her. 

I stayed mute, my lips were tightened while our hazel eyes were tracking each other. I couldn't be mad at him even if I wanted to be. Even after the knowledge that he was part of it, I still couldn't. Instead, I wanted to wrap my arms around him and hug him tightly.

I’m a lunatic right? I know I am, but so was he. If there was someone normal in this room, it would be Mr. & Mrs. Blake. However, I couldn't referee that by their treatment, their usual kind faces could all be a mask for all I know.

“You can go if you want to, but remember, it will be your loss more than it could be mine.” He stated the truth, then headed to the office room with Mr. & Mrs. Blake. 

My hand went to my cheek that had tears running down, I didn't even notice that my eyes filled with salty tears. I laid down on the sofa, I was thinking of leaving but I didn't want to run away anymore. I came to that house to know the truth, as I was deduced of my fears for a minute.

My eyes were fixed on the white ceiling, it was white like any ordinary house ceiling. I sighed while deliberating with myself about what they were saying. I could hear if I wanted, but again I was appalled by the truth. 

Daisy, how long will you hide? It's been too long now, stop and go hear them. 

I stood up, I was planning to eavesdrop on them, but the angel in me was battling the demon in me. The demon was assuring me to eavesdrop on them while the angel wanted me to wait until they tell me themselves.

However, the demon took control of me, of course. I ain't an angel, and I will never be on. I slithered to the door and leaned my head to it.

“Still I don't get it, why are you defending her?” I listened to Mr. Blake question Peter in an abrasive tone, I assumed they were talking about Mackenzie. He loathed her, but why? She didn't seem fatal to me. A girl seeking for reprisal from Peter. Maybe that was the reason why Peter was defending her.

“Because she is a victim, she is really a victim. You don't know her well, neither do I but whenever I look at her, I see myself. She acts exactly like me when I was a teenager, hell, she looks exactly like me. She is the female version of me except that we were raised differently and it was her mother's problem, she led her like that.” Peter was disparaging her, and I did concede with him. 

I heeded how they were looking alike, which made me decide on the conclusion that she is his daughter. But how? Was she from another woman? The woman that he truly loved that Liam told me about? I was puzzled, hearing them made me even more unsettled. 

Returning back to my thoughts, if she was really his daughter, then why would Mr. Blake ask that mindless question. Did he lose his brain somewhere? I rolled my eyes believing myself that she is his daughter. I even made up with the theory that he left her and her mom and that's why she hated him, so cliché. Maybe no one knew she was his daughter and that's why they were asking.

But think about it, how can she have the same attitude and overall personality as him, yeah she was a little less stable, but is Peter even normal? 

They also had the same eye color which is Hazel, but so I did…

I shook my head from thinking and making up with these theories and forced my attention back to them. 

“What's strange that no matter how hard Liam tries to be like me, he fails and sometimes he turns out to be someone I’m terrified of. Then she is the opposite, whenever she tries not to be like me she becomes even more like me.”

What? What does he mean by that?

I cocked my head and narrowed my eyes, I didn't get what he was trying to say. I leaned farther against the door to listen more, I was intrigued by their conversation. I wanted to know more. While I was leaning, I proceeded to hear disturbances from the front door, which made me get up and hurry to the living room; I didn’t want to get caught by Liam.

He swaggered into the room while taking a sip of his energy drink. His eyes widened when he saw me, but soon his lips formed a smile. Normal Liam.

“Dais, what are you doing here? Did you come here to see me? Did you miss me by chance?” He stared with cow eyes at me, he was charming in his own cuteness way with his sense of humor. 

“You wish, I am here for Peter but let’s go to your room, I’m bored.” I ambled to the stairs without taking a second glance at him.

“Good thing I have prepared some condoms,” he joked as he got closer to me. I frowned at his sex joke and shook my head before replying with one of my dull replies. 

“In your dreams, Liam Graham.” 

I went upstairs to his room, still remembering its location since last Tuesday when I came to study with him; Henry was with us then which made me feel a bit safer. I sat, squaring an ankle over one knee on the sofa that was beside the room’s door, while he sat beside me, too close to me.

My thoughts trundled through my brain like a train with no intention of stopping.  The sigh that escaped my dry lips was slow as if my brain was eager for time to process what Mackenzie told me, and what Peter said downstairs. I fixed my stare at those blue eyes touched by storm clouds.

“By chance, do you have any siblings?” I was squinting with my arched eyebrows low, I hoped that Liam would help me, but I forgot that his father hides stuff from him. 

“No, I’m an only child. Why?” He looked me straight in the eyes, his eyes were blazing with curiosity.

“Just wondering,” I put a wry smile on my face full of fakeness. “Are you sure?” I added.

“I guess,” his tone got lower and lower as he thought about it.

“What about your mom, don't you know anything about her since she left?” Again I asked, I kept hoping to hear a ‘yes’ or I would be assuming that Peter had done something to her.

“I’ll tell you something, but don't tell my father about it?” 

I nodded.

“I actually see my mom from time to time, it's been a month.” He said in a quiet tone although we were alone in his room. I sighed like a slight spring breeze; Peter didn't harm her which made me pleased.

“That’s great, I am happy for you.” I grinned, it was true. Liam was luckier than me, all I can say is he has a great father and a mother who fought to see him even from time to time.

“My mom is gorgeous actually, I will show you her picture.” He got up and went to get a photo from his drawer. He was quick with finding the picture he wanted and got back to me it in his hand.

I took it and stared at her face, it was kind of familiar to me, but I couldn’t remember why. I stared at it for a minute without commenting or anything, just staring. I wanted to remember who she was.

My jaw dropped once I recalled the memory of who she was, my eyes become glossy. 

How? No, I must be mistaken, he said that he saw her, of course, I’m mistaken. How can he see someone who is dead?

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