The Anchor

Chapter 25

"What if they find it, and find her, Ava?" Ken asked, worry laced in his voice.

Ava shook her head. "They won't. It'll be hard to detect in her body."

"But they'll feel it."

Ava nodded. "They'll feel it's close if a searcher is used, but what they don't know is the inhabitor is not just any human. She's half among the dead, and half among the living, and it can only be found in her as a phantom."

Ken blinked. "So, you mean it can only be clearly detected when she's a ghost?"

Ava nodded again. "Yeah, Ken. If they have rights over the other side, then they can get her there. Luckily, it'll take time for them to realize that, and begin to figure out a way to get her to the other side, cause you can't kill what is already dead."

Ken sighed. "I just...I still don't get it. How did she live?"

"I can only say she was split, but the story will be til when she comes. I told you I don't want to narrate it twice."

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Emily looked at her roommate and sighed. "I don't really know why you're being this way, Layla. I don't believe you're capable of feeling this way. You're always spiced up. Why so drain?"

Layla looked at her with a broody expression. "I just...if it were you, would you have saved me like Kara, and Zoey?"

Emily scoffed. "You call me holy, but I'm not. I care more about myself a lot, so if it were me, no frigging way."

Layla nodded and lowered her gaze in guilt. "Yeah, because I deserve it, but they saved me."

"Well, technically, I think if it were up to Kara, she wouldn't." Emily made it known.

Layla sighed. "I just...I just messed up, Emily. They're good people to mingle with."

Emily nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that's right. Gotta go, though. My class will start any minute."

Layla just nodded still brooding about her life and wondering what to do about it. What to do to change. To stop using.

She just needs to go to her supplier.

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"You didn't have to come with me, Zoey."

Zoey nodded. "Yeah, because I'll let you chase a case yourself. You can't do anything without me." She said as they walked into the street that led to Bernard Greene's house.

"Stop!" Kara stopped Zoey as she saw someone, and she immediately stood still.

Kara walked to her right side toward the building on her right and furrowed her brows at the unkept people twenty feet away from them.

"I'm guessing that is the barn, Kara. Not a house" Zoey noticed pointing her right at an open workshop.

Kara nodded equally looking at it, and around. "There are a lot of people here, Zoey. And they don't seem to be from around here."

Zoey nodded. "Yeah. We can't go check the farm. They're much."

Kara nodded in agreement. "Yeah..."

"Quién es usted?"

"Oh!" They both screamed, and turned to look at the person.

Zoey was holding her chest as the fear caught her unaware.

"Hi, um. Hola." Kara greeted.

The man nodded. "Vamos! Se supone que no deberías esta aquí. Vamos!"

Kara, and Zoey were looking at him in confusion. They didn't understand him, but his expression, reaction, the tenacity of his voice, and the way he was waving his hand at them as if pursuing them was enough to know they were being warned.

They both immediately nodded and ran away for their life.

The man walked further inside in pretense, and a guy stopped him. "Who were you talking to?"

The man blinked in fear and shook his head. "Nadie. Nadie."

"Then get back to work!" The guy ordered, and the man immediately left.

After getting to their car, Zoey sighed in relief. "Is it me or did those guys look like slaves?"

Kara nodded. "You noticed correctly, Zoey. They are slaves. Slaves working for Bernard Greene. We can't leave until we find out more."

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"What you're saying is bullshit, Layla. Beginning from you seeing me as early as this afternoon."

Layla sighed. "I um, I want to be done with this. I won't say anything, I promise. I don't even know much, Michael."

Michael nodded. "Exactly why you don't know much. I know you don't have balls."

"Of course, I don't. I'm done with this. I gotta go." Layla told him and left.

Michael sighed, shook his head, and went inside the building where he lived.

Layla heaved out a sigh of relief. The only thing that's remaining is to try, and wash it off her system. To try and beat herself away from drugs.

"Hmm. Newborn. New fresh born!"

Layla furrowed her brows and turned. Her eyes widened in horror at the sight of the faceless black entity she was seeing. "Oh my God!"

The Vrath flew inside her stomach making her breath seize, and making her choke in pain, tears snaking out from her eyes, blood gushing out of her mouth, and then it came out of her backside, and flew away.

Layla fell on her knees, her breath completely seized, her veins popping from her skin, and fell flat on her face.