Chapter 58 · Wide open

"It rude you know. I'm not an idiot and I'm here for you," Zoe's stared at me almost like she was looking deep into my soul trying to find my secret.

But it wasn't hers to know.

"I just need..." I started but couldn't finish because I didn't know the answer. I didn't know what I needed. And being this close to her only made my head spin like a whirlpool of a murky ocean, deep and muddled.

"What do you need, let me help you," Zoe said almost like a hiss.

It took me a few seconds but it felt like minutes that I didn't have until the words stammered out, "time. I just need time."

Zoe still stood leaning into my space for just a blink of my eyes and a beat of my heart before she gave a deep breath that made me feel bad. It was like she was breathing out of the presser I put her under, all my issues, all my fault.

She closed her eyes pushing back into her seat before she muttered: "just make sure you tell me, ok?"

I gave a nod before see that her eyes her still closed instead giving a little "ok," an arrangement.

Not that I'm sure if I can ever truly tell her how I felt about her. It's not like I knew myself at the moment.

We sat there just the two of us. We didn't speak for those few minutes just watching Wick and Terry slowly open the old gate that seemed to want to stay closed. It wasn't an awkward quite just peaceful like the calm after a storm. I just hope the skies will stay clear.

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It didn't take them to much longer to open the gate to where we could or rather Terry could drive the car in. Wick rejoined us red-faced and flushed in the back after Zoe unlocked his door.

The drive up was uneventful as the car travel across the short drive. The road itself was a mix of compacted dirt and old cracked bricks the odd weed poking in here and there. You could see the sight shift ahead as the road rose into the hill. Around us, small brushes grouped together underneath young Oaks and twisting Hawthorne that stood beside the dirt track. You couldn't see much beyond the tree line but the odd group of branches would fall giving a view of beyond.

To the right it showed the fields the local farms owned however much more distance feeling now than when we drove past them on the way up here and to the left more woodland yet to be tamed by my uncle and you could just see it.

I felt the car turning following the road around to the woodland and up to the almost hidden house inside.

It stood tall and broken. The old grey-green coloured mixed limestone brick looked worn yet clean and the red titled room brightened the building. The side of the house stood long and flat with many windows, letting light in but reflecting prying eyes out. The main door sat in the middle inside a curving archway with ivy wrapping its way around it. Two brick chimney stacks raised from the roof each the opitset side of the buildings. The trees stood around it shadowing it with there hight yet still, the rays of light found their way between the leaves letting the details of tiny cracks and chip's in the brickwork become visible.

I look out to the house as Terry drove us right up next to the doorway that stood open. A few stone steps lead up inside the archway were a small lantern hangs from the ceiling the bulb inside unlit. The doorway often closed behind the dark stained wooden and black nail door sat wide open with my uncle stood to stand inside it. His smile wide.

"We have arrived Lady Jade," Terrys voice came as I felt the car stop