Nate must have been in great pain too because the next day, we got a message which stated that we should meet. Though I was in pain too, we had not had the time to extend an invitation for us to meet. We headed for the Jones's home the next morning, the earlier we can get this over with, the better. As we drove over, I kept trying to communicate with Bessie, only to receive silence back, sometimes, I thought I could hear her whine but I knew it was false, she has gone completely silent on me. "Soon, Bessie. I promise I'll fix this. I'm sorry". This has become my mantra since yesterday. I am in pains but according to the elders, she is in worse pain.I must have been lost in thought because the next thing I remember is my aunt ushering me down from the car. I looked around and it occurred to me that during my time of begging and apologizing to Bessie, we had arrived at Nate's house. Scratch that, this is not a house, it is a bloody mansion. Trying my hardest not to gawk at the extreme
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