Don't Forget Me (Chapter-4)

Darkness overshadowed the morning sky; the sun hid behind the greyness clouds without granting us even its slight rays. The weather clearly indicated heavy rainfall during the day. On my way home, after performing my duty towards death, the only mission for the day was to make peace with Lisa.

“I will devote the entire day with my daughter,” I mumbled to myself.

I felt like an armoured armadillo retracting into its shell as I got inside my warm little house. The burdens of the world disappeared; this is the only place where I can permit myself to be a normal human being and not a ghost whispers. To anyone else, this is just a small and wretched house, but for me it is holiness, it is soothing; it is rest. However, something was unusual; my little angry bird was not in the living room, frowning her forehead towards me. Was she still mad at me!?

“Lisa!” I shouted.

Nobody responded. The only sound in the house apart from mine was the buzzing of mosquitoes. It’s as if talking with my walls and lingering for an answer. Lisa can be really stubborn when she wanted, nevertheless, ignoring me was not her behaviour.

“Lisa, darling where are you?” I kept on screaming.

She was nowhere to be found. I checked everywhere; in her room, bathroom and every corner of the house. The quelling of the house turned my blood cold. The bad thoughts looped around in my mind until there was no room for anything else. Where can she be? Did she leave for college? I called on her mobile phone but the irritating woman kept on saying that her phone was unreachable.

Staying there and kept on worrying about Lisa was a waste of time. I needed to act on the spot. Maybe she left earlier for college, I rushed through the door to go verifying if my supposition was right or not. Deep inside my soul, I knew I was wrong because even in the most outrageous rage; she would wait for me before leaving. The rusted gate made a shrilled noise as I closed it behind me.

“Mr David” A female’s voice called behind me.

Irritated as hell, I spun to see who it was. Chatting was the last thing I wished for; all that I wanted was to find my daughter. The little girl behind me was both breathless and reckless. Her apparition here was not that bad after all because she was Lisa best friend maybe she knew something. I could see her panic, her eyes were full of guilt and shamed. She definitely knew something.

“Amanda! Do you know where Lisa is?” I urged.

Unable to face me, she bent down her head. She crossed her arms while her neck became red. Something embarrassed her- the way she was acting said it all. With damped eyes, she rubbed her throat as if gathering the courage to tell me something. Something that would probably make me mad as hell.

“So, she is not home yet?” she asked.

“What do you mean by she is not home yet!?” I snapped back

My voice rose into a harsh tone; eyes still facing the ground, Amanda busted into tears. Guilt overwhelmed me, my attitude was due to stress. She did not deserve to be treated in such a way. All I was doing was scaring her. I needed her help not to freak her out.

“Listen, Amanda I apologise for my behaviour, but if you know something please tell me,” I placed a hand on her shoulder to encourage her confessing.

“I told her not to go,” she shrieked.

“Where? Where did my daughter go?” I probed.

“She left with Troy last night to get even with you. I pleaded with her to change her mind and come to my place instead, but she declined my proposition. I called her, I don’t know how many time, but not even once did she pick up the call. I made my way to your house with the intention to see her safe and sound,” she sat on the pavement as if disappointed about her shattering hope.

My ears could not believe Amanda’s words. How could Lisa do this? I never felt so much rage before as I’m going through right now. I told her so many times about the reasons for my disappearance at night and instructed her well enough about the dangers of the night. Being a ghost whispers, I knew things better than any human being. I was not a fool to prevent her from stepping out at night. All that I wanted was to protect her from evils like Troy.

“Where does he lives?” I inquired with acrimony.

“I can take you there,” She jumped back on her feet with a determination to help.

As fast as lighting, we took a cap and headed toward Troy’s house. After a long reckless route, the driver deposited us in front of a gigantic custom iron gate; about 10 feet tall, forged with the emblem of two swords. The ultimate purpose of the gate was to safeguard the entrance from strangers to the inside of the precious white mansion which was approximately 8000 squares foot. The architecture of the windows and doors were flawless and splendid, everything was geometrical. The house was built in the middle of an immense colourful garden; composing of a koi pond just beneath a mediaeval fountain. A garage just next to the house itself; big enough to store 5 machines. Next to the gate were a video doorbell, I pressed the button which would allow me to communicate from the inside.

“Let me in!” I hollered.

Nobody spoke back, Troy must be a spoiled brat, but I’m not leaving from here without my daughter. Being ignored by the imbecile poisoned the ears of my daughter to disobey me; escalated the degree of my fury. I was so frenzied that I felt my ears becoming red and hot, the only thing missing where smoke getting out of it. I booted the gate with all my force and to my amazement; it opened making a creaky sound. Either someone opened it from the inside or it was never locked. Amanda and I walked along the pathway which led to the white mansion.

I pounded on the door and demanded to be let in. I knocked louder and harder each time like a beast until that narcissistic guy opened the entrance. Wearing nothing than just a short, he looked like the devil; I can recognise one when I see one, after all, I’m a ghost whisper. Looking at his face made my blood steaming, my hand raised unintentionally and slapped his mockery face. He stared at me with astonishment, then gazed at me with violence.

“Where is my daughter?” I shouted on top of my lung.

In his arrogant triumph, he smirked; knowing exactly what I was referring to. Still, he played the fool with me. Seeing the pain of others amused him after all, in front of him I was just an ordinary man. If only he knew who I was, his arrogance would vanish into the air. I can assassinate him or drive him crazy by using my ghosts, but he was lucky enough that I do not misuse my power.

“Hey! Old man! Who are you? And who the hell is your daughter?” he asked arrogantly.

“YOU MORON! Where is Lisa? I know she joined you last night,” snapped Amanda.

“Oh, that little girl of you,” he laughed hysterically, then whispered in my ear. “Old man, I do not know where she is and I don’t give a fuck either,”

“Screw you! Move!” I shoved him and infiltrated the house.

“Lisa where are you?” Both Amanda and I shouted out. We separated our ways to look for her; I took the ground floor while Amanda picked up the second floor. The ground floor comprised of a luxurious and spacious living room; all the furniture was off-white against the rich dark. On the wooden floor were an extensive fireplace, chandelier, and a tall ceiling. The contemporary of the kitchen were of Petra grindstone wall and rich wood panelling matching the cabinetry. The gallery featured a marble countertop, raised wood dining surface and a bar full of liquor. There were two chambers downstairs; a gym one and a grandiose guest room; where three men were snoozing. Lisa was nowhere! Maybe Amanda found her upstairs, but my hope vanished when she came back shaking her head.

I walked face to face near Troy and warned “Troy you will tell me where is Lisa or the consequences will not be good,”

“Old man,” he chuckled. “Do you know who I am? My mother is the best advocate in this city. What are you going to do, huh? Fill a case against me? OHHHH look how afraid I am,” he mocked.

“And I’m sure that you do not want to know me, Troy. I will find her with or without your cooperation and if I discovered that you hurt her, let alone your parents, even the master of the universe will fail to protect you from me.” We left his house with the belief that the police might come to help.

We went to the nearest police station by foot; without considering Troy’s taunts. We got inside the station like crazy people; we kept on looking left and right to see who can help us. I ran desperately near the first officer that I noticed. It was a shame for a ghost whisper to depend on a human being to seek help. Despite I was craving to find back my daughter, I did not want to deceive the gods.

“Hello, I’m inspector Steward, how can I help you?” the policeman asked by shifting his gaze from his paper to us.

I took the chair and narrated him about my problem. He picked up his pen to write my statement; he was taking everything seriously when one question of him changed everything.

“Give me the full name of the boy,” he requested

“Troy Peterson,” Amanda said

His brown eyes widen “The son of Elizabeth Peterson?” he asked.

“Yes,” Amanda returned.

He wavered, put down his pen and spoke again” we cannot fill a missing case before 24 hours passed by,”

“But...” I needed to argue back, but he cut me off.

“Get out of here right now! Or I will use force to kick you out,” He treated.

“So, that’s the oath you took while becoming a law enforcement right? To support the wealthy even if they are wrongdoers and let the poor people stay miserable. It’s because of humans like you that people like me are created. You see, inspector, if you were willing to help me, I would not have to do things in my way,” I answered both smoothly and disheartened.

“Is that a warning?” his tone raised.

Ignoring him, I seized the hands of Amanda and left the police station. I knew exactly what to do now, sometimes circumstances compelled you to become the person you never intended to become. They wanted to challenge a ghost whisper.

“Challenge accepted,”