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Authors: Rachel Lucas
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really need to accept your limitations, Elizabeth,” she brought her fork up to make her point . “This is what we are.” She gestured around us at the tiny trailer. “You’re just poor white trailer trash. The Naval Academy doesn’t accept poor white trailer trash in their-“
With a flash, Lisbeth had the steak knife in her left hand, brought it up across the table and had it within an inch of Barbara’s throat. My metal chair scraped across the linoleum floor as I shot back in surprise. I expected anger in Barbara’s face, fear even. I didn’t expect the smirk. She had her steak knife too, and it was pointed against Lisbeth’s chest. It was inches away from her heart.
“Try it, daughter of mine,” she purred. “What’s the old saying? I brought you into this world. I can take you out of it.”
Had the world suddenly turned upside-down? How could I possibly diffuse this situation? How had I gotten myself into the middle of this? Why had I left my purse with my cell phone in it back in Lisbeth’s room?
I glanced back and forth between the two faces, one older and smug, the other younger and intense. The similarities between the two faces were haunting. Suddenly, a vicious gleam came into Lisbeth’s eyes. With a swift move of her right hand, the sharp edge of her palm came up and slashed across Barbara’s wrist, causing her mother’s steak knife to fly across the room and land with a clatter on the floor next to the front door. Lisbeth’s knife was once again against her mother’s throat, a tiny drop of blood dripping down her wrinkled neck.
I snapped out of my horrified, frozen state.
“Let’s go outside, Lisbeth,” I stood up and cautiously approached the two. A deep look of fear was now in Barbara’s eyes. All smugness had been erased. I didn’t dare touch either of them but tried to keep my voice calm and careful. “Just put the knife down and we’ll go outside.”
“The Dragon should die.” It was a deep, masculine voice that came out of Lisbeth’s lips. The dark, hallow voice sent shivers up my spine.
“Put the knife down, Lisbeth.” I tried to keep the fear out of my voice.
“Lisbeth isn’t here.” The sinister voice replied.
“Then who is this?” I don’t know what made me ask that question.
“Vesper.” He hissed.
I was going completely on instinct now. Nothing in my somewhat sheltered life had prepare d me for anything like this. I inched closer and carefully held out my hand, hoping it wasn’t too obvious how bad it was shaking.
“Give me the knife, Vesper.” I requested. Barbara was shaking so bad herself that I feared she would injure herself further.
Lisbeth turned slightly to look at me. I don’t know how to describe it except that there was nothing familiar in those green-black eyes. A complete stranger was staring back at me.
“Vesper, give me the knife.” I repeated more firmly.
We all stood frozen for what seemed like an eternity. No one appeared to breathe. What should I do next? Should I run for her bedroom and grab my cell? Call the police? A moment went by, then another. My entire body seemed to ache with the strain.
I was as surprised as anyone when the steak knife was placed slowly in my open palm , as casually as if she was handing me a roll with dinner. My friend seemed to mentally shake herself then look at me blankly, a confused expression crossing her face. If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought she had been somewhere else all this time. Her eyes lightened to a bright green though she still stood tensely.
Wasting no time, I scrambled to gather up my steak knife and the one on the floor, taking all three and subtly dropping them into the kitchen garbage can behind me.
“Hey Caitlyn, let’s go for a walk.” Lisbeth was back. Her voice was light and almost carefree. I glanced at Barbara to gage her reaction. She wiped
With a flash, Lisbeth had the steak knife in her left hand, brought it up across the table and had it within an inch of Barbara’s throat. My metal chair scraped across the linoleum floor as I shot back in surprise. I expected anger in Barbara’s face, fear even. I didn’t expect the smirk. She had her steak knife too, and it was pointed against Lisbeth’s chest. It was inches away from her heart.
“Try it, daughter of mine,” she purred. “What’s the old saying? I brought you into this world. I can take you out of it.”
Had the world suddenly turned upside-down? How could I possibly diffuse this situation? How had I gotten myself into the middle of this? Why had I left my purse with my cell phone in it back in Lisbeth’s room?
I glanced back and forth between the two faces, one older and smug, the other younger and intense. The similarities between the two faces were haunting. Suddenly, a vicious gleam came into Lisbeth’s eyes. With a swift move of her right hand, the sharp edge of her palm came up and slashed across Barbara’s wrist, causing her mother’s steak knife to fly across the room and land with a clatter on the floor next to the front door. Lisbeth’s knife was once again against her mother’s throat, a tiny drop of blood dripping down her wrinkled neck.
I snapped out of my horrified, frozen state.
“Let’s go outside, Lisbeth,” I stood up and cautiously approached the two. A deep look of fear was now in Barbara’s eyes. All smugness had been erased. I didn’t dare touch either of them but tried to keep my voice calm and careful. “Just put the knife down and we’ll go outside.”
“The Dragon should die.” It was a deep, masculine voice that came out of Lisbeth’s lips. The dark, hallow voice sent shivers up my spine.
“Put the knife down, Lisbeth.” I tried to keep the fear out of my voice.
“Lisbeth isn’t here.” The sinister voice replied.
“Then who is this?” I don’t know what made me ask that question.
“Vesper.” He hissed.
I was going completely on instinct now. Nothing in my somewhat sheltered life had prepare d me for anything like this. I inched closer and carefully held out my hand, hoping it wasn’t too obvious how bad it was shaking.
“Give me the knife, Vesper.” I requested. Barbara was shaking so bad herself that I feared she would injure herself further.
Lisbeth turned slightly to look at me. I don’t know how to describe it except that there was nothing familiar in those green-black eyes. A complete stranger was staring back at me.
“Vesper, give me the knife.” I repeated more firmly.
We all stood frozen for what seemed like an eternity. No one appeared to breathe. What should I do next? Should I run for her bedroom and grab my cell? Call the police? A moment went by, then another. My entire body seemed to ache with the strain.
I was as surprised as anyone when the steak knife was placed slowly in my open palm , as casually as if she was handing me a roll with dinner. My friend seemed to mentally shake herself then look at me blankly, a confused expression crossing her face. If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought she had been somewhere else all this time. Her eyes lightened to a bright green though she still stood tensely.
Wasting no time, I scrambled to gather up my steak knife and the one on the floor, taking all three and subtly dropping them into the kitchen garbage can behind me.
“Hey Caitlyn, let’s go for a walk.” Lisbeth was back. Her voice was light and almost carefree. I glanced at Barbara to gage her reaction. She wiped
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