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mother’s perfume mingled with fresh cigarette
smoke. She whirled around just in time to see Gloria come through the small
door that led to the patio.
The surprise on her mother’s face quickly
turned to suspicion and uneasy fear, “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Where is he?” Meghan hissed.
“Who?”
“Danny.”
“I have no idea.”
“Yes you do. Gerry took him, I was with
him when it happened and the car is here. Tell me where they are right now.”
Meghan had a feeling that her mother
would not tell her, and what was more she knew from hard experience that
nothing said or down on the top floor could be heard in the cellar so she was
not really concerned that someone would hear the two of them, she was trying to
make up her mind what to do with her.
“Get out of my house.” Gloria said
casually and turned her back, reaching for the glass and bottle on the counter.
“Did you use my money to keep living
here?”
The words were as lethally sharp as any
knife. Gloria actually flinched. “ Your money,” she sneered as she
reached for the bottle yet again, Meghan saw her hand tremble as she lifted it
to pour another finger of the amber colored liquor into the heavy bottomed
glass. “You know, that man is just some blue collar opportunist who turned
petty thievery into millions.”
“Unlike you and father, who turned
millions into nothing with your thievery?”
“I like that caustic tone on you. It
makes you sound like you actually have a backbone.”
“I do have a backbone.” The words were
quiet but they rang with sincerity.
Gloria’s eyes came to rest on the silver
cuffs and her lips moved to form words but before she could the doorknob on the
door she had entered through jiggled. Meghan slid to the right and grasped the
doorknob for the door that opened the door to the cellar. She took one step
into the inky darkness of the staircase and it was from there that she saw
Gerry move into the room, his sullen and grim face as large as a moon over the
pistol that gleamed dully in his right hand.
“What…” was all Gloria managed to get out
before Gerry fired.
Shock was upstaged by terror. Meghan did
not wait to see what would happen next, she reached out one shaking hand and
shut the door, praying he had not noticed it being open. Instantly she was
thrown into blackness so deep her senses were rendered momentarily useless. Her
fingers fumbled at the knob, the click that was the lock sliding home made her
sag in relief but that was shattered when a hard kick made the door rattle in
its frame.
She reached out blindly, scraping her
nails across the rough walls until she found the banister. Her feet shuffled as
she tried desperately not to lose her balance, the fall alone could kill her
and she knew it. The stairs were pitched at a nearly direct angle but worse,
the floors were cold and uncovered concrete.
A second kick made her whimper in fear
and she felt her knees start to shake. A thin high pitched whine followed by a
loud noise that sounded like a hollow thud coupled with light pouring through a
hole that had appeared in the door told her Gerry was shooting his way in.
She ran, her feet slipping and her heart
racing. She cleared the last stair just as the door caved in under the
brutality and allowed him entry.
“I know it’s you!” Gerry yelled. “Come on
up here and I won’t have to do anything to you.”
“You killed my mother!” Meghan screamed
before she could help herself.
“No, Meghan…” His words dripped with
annoyance.
“I saw you!”
“She wasn’t your mother,” there was a
slow chuckle from above her and Meghan ducked into the shelter of a small
overhang that had been used to store small bags of fertilizer at one
time. There was another whine and small chips of the plaster and brick
from the wall splintered and flew. “Hell, you little bitch. You’re all
grown up now; it’s time you knew. She wasn’t your mother and Tom…well, he
smoke. She whirled around just in time to see Gloria come through the small
door that led to the patio.
The surprise on her mother’s face quickly
turned to suspicion and uneasy fear, “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Where is he?” Meghan hissed.
“Who?”
“Danny.”
“I have no idea.”
“Yes you do. Gerry took him, I was with
him when it happened and the car is here. Tell me where they are right now.”
Meghan had a feeling that her mother
would not tell her, and what was more she knew from hard experience that
nothing said or down on the top floor could be heard in the cellar so she was
not really concerned that someone would hear the two of them, she was trying to
make up her mind what to do with her.
“Get out of my house.” Gloria said
casually and turned her back, reaching for the glass and bottle on the counter.
“Did you use my money to keep living
here?”
The words were as lethally sharp as any
knife. Gloria actually flinched. “ Your money,” she sneered as she
reached for the bottle yet again, Meghan saw her hand tremble as she lifted it
to pour another finger of the amber colored liquor into the heavy bottomed
glass. “You know, that man is just some blue collar opportunist who turned
petty thievery into millions.”
“Unlike you and father, who turned
millions into nothing with your thievery?”
“I like that caustic tone on you. It
makes you sound like you actually have a backbone.”
“I do have a backbone.” The words were
quiet but they rang with sincerity.
Gloria’s eyes came to rest on the silver
cuffs and her lips moved to form words but before she could the doorknob on the
door she had entered through jiggled. Meghan slid to the right and grasped the
doorknob for the door that opened the door to the cellar. She took one step
into the inky darkness of the staircase and it was from there that she saw
Gerry move into the room, his sullen and grim face as large as a moon over the
pistol that gleamed dully in his right hand.
“What…” was all Gloria managed to get out
before Gerry fired.
Shock was upstaged by terror. Meghan did
not wait to see what would happen next, she reached out one shaking hand and
shut the door, praying he had not noticed it being open. Instantly she was
thrown into blackness so deep her senses were rendered momentarily useless. Her
fingers fumbled at the knob, the click that was the lock sliding home made her
sag in relief but that was shattered when a hard kick made the door rattle in
its frame.
She reached out blindly, scraping her
nails across the rough walls until she found the banister. Her feet shuffled as
she tried desperately not to lose her balance, the fall alone could kill her
and she knew it. The stairs were pitched at a nearly direct angle but worse,
the floors were cold and uncovered concrete.
A second kick made her whimper in fear
and she felt her knees start to shake. A thin high pitched whine followed by a
loud noise that sounded like a hollow thud coupled with light pouring through a
hole that had appeared in the door told her Gerry was shooting his way in.
She ran, her feet slipping and her heart
racing. She cleared the last stair just as the door caved in under the
brutality and allowed him entry.
“I know it’s you!” Gerry yelled. “Come on
up here and I won’t have to do anything to you.”
“You killed my mother!” Meghan screamed
before she could help herself.
“No, Meghan…” His words dripped with
annoyance.
“I saw you!”
“She wasn’t your mother,” there was a
slow chuckle from above her and Meghan ducked into the shelter of a small
overhang that had been used to store small bags of fertilizer at one
time. There was another whine and small chips of the plaster and brick
from the wall splintered and flew. “Hell, you little bitch. You’re all
grown up now; it’s time you knew. She wasn’t your mother and Tom…well, he
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