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If
something was out there tracking their scent, this would keep them at bay for a
while. Hopefully long enough for Amanda to regain her strength.
The
job done , Jessica peeled off her leather
jacket and left it by the stone fireplace. She was wearing a tight red halter
top that exposed the tattoos traveling down one muscular arm . It rode up in the back to just above her ass where her tramp stamp was
visible. That one was white carnation flowers and had the words ‘Track Clan’
etched over the top.
A
big battle. A big victory. It was customary to have your battles inked onto
your skin for bragging rights. Unless you were a passive healer, then it just
messed you all the hell up.
Everything
was quiet. Eerie. Jessica sat by her sister and put a hand on top of the
blanket. Absently Jessica rubbed her toe while gazing out the window. She could
see the tops of the trees shifting gently in the breeze against the glowing
moonlight. Awfully pretty for such a scary night.
But
they would live to see another day, or at least for a few hours. Jessica would take
what she could get.
“Thank
you.”
Jessica startled at Amanda’s voice, nearly
jumping off the sofa. So much for being an observant, armed guard. Jessica
deserved a demotion. “What?”
Amanda’s
eyes were lidded. “For coming for me. Getting me out of there. I hadn’t—I
forgot to say thank you.”
She
almost always did, but Jessica didn’t do this for thanks. Instead, Jessica just smiled best she could.
“I’ll always come for you.”
“You
always say that.”
“That’s
because it’s always true.” Jessica leaned over to stroke her sister’s hair. It
was way more like Mom’s than her own. Part of Jessica felt like when she was
helping Amanda, she was helping Mom. It made things better. Made Jessica forget how bad she screwed it all up when it
had really mattered.
“Get
some sleep. Okay?” Jessica said gently.
“You
too.” Amanda closed her eyes again.
Yeah,
right. Jessica leaned her elbows on her knees and bent far over, holding her
head in her hand. Close to tears, but they didn’t fall. Jessica didn’t have the
strength even as her shoulders quaked back and forth.
Sleep,
rest, peace. Not in this lifetime. Not for her.
8: Jessica
Lightning
crashed outside the window illuminating Donna Blood’s face. Her hair cascaded
around her like a rolling ocean wave while a trail of blood from her lips left
a puddle on the living room rug.
“Mommy!”
Ten-year-old Jessica ran over in a flowered nightgown .
She choked on her sobs to see so much blood. To see so much of her mom’s blood.
A
growl from the stairs scared her. Her heart pumped with fear as she looked up.
She screamed when Donna grabbed her ankle.
“You
must protect her. Keep Amanda safe.”
Amanda.
Jessica was terrified that whatever noise she heard on the stairs was headed
into their shared bedroom. By her mother’s feet was a knife, a knife covered in
her mother’s blood.
Sobbing
she picked it up. “Mommy!” She screamed because she was scared, but there was
no answer from Donna. Her eyes were frozen open like pearls, staring up at the
ceiling. The beautiful nightgown she always wore drenched red.
Protect
Amanda. She had to get to Amanda!
Just
then the door burst open and a light shined inside the room. Jessica screamed
as someone approached. Sobbing, Jessica backed up. She didn’t know what to do!
“Drop
the knife, sweetheart. Drop the knife!”
Police
were everywhere swarming all around her while upstairs, a sweet voice called
out to her. “Jessie?”
Her
head whipped around to see Amanda, little eight-year-old Amanda clinging to the
railing, her naked toes gripping the carpeted stairs hard. “Don’t look!”
Jessica ordered, her emerald eyes shining brightly .
“Don’t look, Mandy!”
“There’s
another body in the study.” One of the officers said and gave a glance at
Jessica. “He has a stab wound too.”
What?
No? Daddy!
Jessica
snorted
something was out there tracking their scent, this would keep them at bay for a
while. Hopefully long enough for Amanda to regain her strength.
The
job done , Jessica peeled off her leather
jacket and left it by the stone fireplace. She was wearing a tight red halter
top that exposed the tattoos traveling down one muscular arm . It rode up in the back to just above her ass where her tramp stamp was
visible. That one was white carnation flowers and had the words ‘Track Clan’
etched over the top.
A
big battle. A big victory. It was customary to have your battles inked onto
your skin for bragging rights. Unless you were a passive healer, then it just
messed you all the hell up.
Everything
was quiet. Eerie. Jessica sat by her sister and put a hand on top of the
blanket. Absently Jessica rubbed her toe while gazing out the window. She could
see the tops of the trees shifting gently in the breeze against the glowing
moonlight. Awfully pretty for such a scary night.
But
they would live to see another day, or at least for a few hours. Jessica would take
what she could get.
“Thank
you.”
Jessica startled at Amanda’s voice, nearly
jumping off the sofa. So much for being an observant, armed guard. Jessica
deserved a demotion. “What?”
Amanda’s
eyes were lidded. “For coming for me. Getting me out of there. I hadn’t—I
forgot to say thank you.”
She
almost always did, but Jessica didn’t do this for thanks. Instead, Jessica just smiled best she could.
“I’ll always come for you.”
“You
always say that.”
“That’s
because it’s always true.” Jessica leaned over to stroke her sister’s hair. It
was way more like Mom’s than her own. Part of Jessica felt like when she was
helping Amanda, she was helping Mom. It made things better. Made Jessica forget how bad she screwed it all up when it
had really mattered.
“Get
some sleep. Okay?” Jessica said gently.
“You
too.” Amanda closed her eyes again.
Yeah,
right. Jessica leaned her elbows on her knees and bent far over, holding her
head in her hand. Close to tears, but they didn’t fall. Jessica didn’t have the
strength even as her shoulders quaked back and forth.
Sleep,
rest, peace. Not in this lifetime. Not for her.
8: Jessica
Lightning
crashed outside the window illuminating Donna Blood’s face. Her hair cascaded
around her like a rolling ocean wave while a trail of blood from her lips left
a puddle on the living room rug.
“Mommy!”
Ten-year-old Jessica ran over in a flowered nightgown .
She choked on her sobs to see so much blood. To see so much of her mom’s blood.
A
growl from the stairs scared her. Her heart pumped with fear as she looked up.
She screamed when Donna grabbed her ankle.
“You
must protect her. Keep Amanda safe.”
Amanda.
Jessica was terrified that whatever noise she heard on the stairs was headed
into their shared bedroom. By her mother’s feet was a knife, a knife covered in
her mother’s blood.
Sobbing
she picked it up. “Mommy!” She screamed because she was scared, but there was
no answer from Donna. Her eyes were frozen open like pearls, staring up at the
ceiling. The beautiful nightgown she always wore drenched red.
Protect
Amanda. She had to get to Amanda!
Just
then the door burst open and a light shined inside the room. Jessica screamed
as someone approached. Sobbing, Jessica backed up. She didn’t know what to do!
“Drop
the knife, sweetheart. Drop the knife!”
Police
were everywhere swarming all around her while upstairs, a sweet voice called
out to her. “Jessie?”
Her
head whipped around to see Amanda, little eight-year-old Amanda clinging to the
railing, her naked toes gripping the carpeted stairs hard. “Don’t look!”
Jessica ordered, her emerald eyes shining brightly .
“Don’t look, Mandy!”
“There’s
another body in the study.” One of the officers said and gave a glance at
Jessica. “He has a stab wound too.”
What?
No? Daddy!
Jessica
snorted
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