The Search for Freedom

Kaila

Alicia looked at me and replied, "Yeah, of course!"

"Then tell me who they are." I repeated.

"I'm going to tell you about it, but it's not yet the right time. You need to be strong and brave first, because you don't totally know them and what they can do," Alicia explained.

What could they do? Were they that difficult to catch? Maybe they were also spirits like Alicia, so the police officers could not catch them. It had been months, but they still had not told me anything about those murderers. I wondered if that would be the right time.

Speaking of the police, there was a carriage which had stopped at the front of the mansion, and a policeman stepped out. He walked towards the gate and pressed the button there to make the doorbell ring. As usual, everyone was busy and there was nobody who opened the gate, so I stood up, walked towards him, and let the constable enter.

He was wearing a denim shirt, thick black trousers, and boots with yellow soles. He appeared to be very serious, and I could not judge him because cops were always serious about their jobs. He had a high nose, short hair, brown eyes, and a round face with some hair, wrinkles, and his eye-bags, which showed when he smiled. He was also taller, stronger, weightier, and older than me. The muscles on his arms were popping on his brown skin.

He looked at my face and greeted me, "Good day, miss."

"Good day too... I'm Kaila Breaks," I replied.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

"Oh... you're Miss Kaila Breaks, the only daughter of the late Aya and Clark Breaks?" He asked while holding something like papers, and then I was appalled when he asked, "Can I invite you to the police station? I just have some questions to ask you."

"Yeah, I'm Kaila Breaks, and can you pleasen't mention the names of my parents again? And, can I know why you are inviting me to the police station?" I tried to speak normally.

"Okay, sorry for mentioning your dead parents, but we had received a report about the guard who was once working here. Someone had reported that you had fought with that guard many days ago, and his family had been searching for him."

Goddammit? I didn't expect that he would choose to report me to the police instead of quieting down and living peacefully. He was really trying my patience. But I could not blame him if his conscience was persecuting him and would not make him fall asleep every night. I also did not expect that the guard I had killed would still have a family.

His family might have been searching for him for over a month, but it was a brain teaser that they did not visit the mansion and tell me about it. I didn't know what to do then, and most of all, I didn't want to be a prisoner because the crime wasn't the one who did it, but the curse. The curse couldn't be imprisoned either.

Alicia was also beside me, and she told me not to worry because she would help me. Right then, she abruptly grabbed the arm of the naive police officer and shouted at me, ordering me to kill him right there, or else he would be the one to put me in prison.

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The naive constable was also shocked when he felt someone holding his arms, though there was nobody there. Who would not be scared if they felt someone holding them but could not see who it was?

I had not considered alternative solutions to my problems because I was afraid the constable would lock me up. I saw a big stone on the ground, so I took it and unhesitatingly stroked his head.

The constable had cried and growled many times in the extreme pain, but Alicia blocked his lips so that he could not make any noise. But though he could not cry, his tears still told me that he felt pain. It had not lasted long enough because after I stroked him three times, he was out of consciousness.

His head was so hard that it wasn't broken when I hit it. I stroked him again and again, but it seemed that he was a nail, and his steel-hard head could not be broken, and his feet were also pointed like a nail, as if he was going to bury himself in the ground.

Though what I was doing was a crime, Alicia was used to laughing. I didn't know why she was doing that, but I sensed it was because of what I was doing to the constable.

"Glue him more on the ground!" Alicia ordered

"Goddammit! What a steel-hard head he had!" I scowled.

"Go on faster, hit him more!" She half-shouted. "He deserves it. We should bury him on the ground so that he will be totally quiet."

Because of fear that there was someone who could see what I was doing, I stroked that constable many times, faster and faster, until half of his body had been buried on the ground. I didn't stop striking him until his head was the only part of his body that could be seen. But he was the same with a nail; his head was so difficult to bury in the ground. I stroked his head more than ten times, but he stopped moving and it seemed that there was something blocking his pointed feet from the ground.

"What should we do now? His head cannot be buried on the ground!" I was panting while saying those words. My sweat was raining down onto the ground like I had just taken a shower.

"Don't worry." Alicia pointed her finger at the constable's head, and I was amazed that his head was completely buried in the ground.

"You're so powerful. Why didn't you tell me that you could bury him in just a second and you made me do it the difficult way?" I complained.

"Oh, sorry, but you need to be strong and brave so that you can conquer all the trials if you really want to get rid of the curse."

"Trials? What kind of trials?"

"Maybe it's time to tell you the things that you need to know about the curse and how to get rid of it," Alicia replied.