Tuesday, March 5, 2019
Daring Destiny ~ Part 32
“I know you have a lot of questions and if Mr. Morgan is willing at a later date I will gladly make the journey to the other side to discuss these questions with you, but right now your life is in danger and you need to stop being foolish.”
“Foolish?” Rainy’s voice continued to crack.
“I know this is a lot,” said her father, his voice growing tender, “but you need to let Hoyte help you with this one. You were always going about trying to do things on your own, never worrying about the danger. You have to worry about the danger now, bug.”
Rainy smiled at the nickname he had always called her.
“Um, Rainy,” came Ned’s voice startling her. She had forgotten he was at the table. “Can you please tell me what’s going on, because I’m super creeped out right now.”
“My dad is talking through Hoyte,” answered Rainy.
“Oh, okay,” said Ned and Rainy could tell he was trying to sound casual, like people got possessed every day and allowed dead people to talk through them.
“Clover needs you. The world needs you,” continued Rainy’s dad through Hoyte. “Honey, I know this isn’t easy, so rely on these gentlemen. You are a super woman, but every super hero I know has had good friends to back them up when help was really needed. Now, stop being stubborn, bug, and go fix this with Hoyte and Ned’s help. I love you.”
Hoyte’s eyes returned to their normal shade as he blinked hard. He pinched his fingers on the bridge of his nose as if trying to clear a sinus headache.
“Would you mind telling your father that I really hate that?” he asked, his voice back to it’s normal tone.
“I’ll tell him,” said Rainy.
“So this migraine I’m getting now, was it worth it?” Hoyte asked. “Did your father talk some sense into you?”
Rainy shrugged nonchalantly. “Come on, let’s go.”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” said Hoyte as he followed Rainy toward the door.
“I need you to drive anyway,” said Rainy trying to mask how shaken she was by speaking with her father. How many times had she longed to speak to her parents one last time? How many times had she wished for their guidance? Too many to count, so she knew the fact that her father came through Hoyte and spoke to her meant the quest they were on was incredibly dangerous and serious.
They got into Hoyte’s car and he started the engine. “Do you want to talk about what just happened? That must’ve been a shock to the system.”
“I really don’t,” said Rainy looking out the window.
“You know you can talk to me,” said Hoyte as he pulled onto the street and headed toward the hotel Lindie Richards had used her credit card at.
“Oh I can talk,” said Rainy, “that’s not the problem. When we were together all I did was talk. The problem was you refused to just listen instead you tried to fix everything. I didn’t need everything fixed, I needed to rant.”
“But when you did need something fixed you came to me,” said Hoyte. “So it wasn’t all bad apparently.”
“Of course it wasn’t all bad,” said Rainy softly. In fact, there were a lot of good times with Hoyte. Leaving him had been the hardest thing she had ever done, but he had made it very clear that staying with him meant a life she didn’t want to live. A live in the spotlight of a famous psychic, a label that came with both prestige and ridicule. “It just wasn’t right.”
“I understand that now,” said Hoyte.
Rainy looked at him and cocked her head. “You do?”