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Authors: Nadene Seiters
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Mr. Taylor thinks he’s going to lay his hands on Mr. D’Salvatore’s
daughter again, I’ll take his damned head off!
“Jonah Quinton, I’ve heard a lot about you.” He draws out
the words as if they’re somehow important. I quirk a smile at him, probably one
that looks sick and maddened, and it has the desired effect. Mr. Taylor takes a
step back from me, but as soon as Anastasia opens up the front door he turns
his full attention on her.
“Ana, darling! I wanted to swing by and tell you how sorry I
am about my behavior yesterday. Whatever happened to your barn?” He won’t look
at me, and I hear the condescension in his tone. I suspected he did it last
night, but now I’m ninety point nine percent sure this grease ball burnt down
the D’Salvatore barn. Is he the one who killed her father, too?
“Someone lit it on fire. But don’t worry, the police have a good
lead on who did it, and when they finally give me a name I’ll buy myself a can
of gasoline and torch their ass.” Even I’m a little shocked by her frank words,
but Mr. Taylor shakes it off quickly and smiles at her charmingly.
“I’m sure you will, Ana. Now, I have a proposition I would
like to discuss with you, would you mind if I came in for a spell?” My teeth
grit together painfully as I try to keep my mouth shut. Tom’s voice is echoing
through my mind, and what he has to say is not pretty.
“No, Mr. Taylor I want you to get back into your car, and
high tail it out of here before I call the police for trespassing. I’ve had
enough of your games. Go ahead. Tell the entire town what you know about me. I
guarantee you it’s nothing they haven’t guessed before.” She’s worried that the
town will find something out about her? I thought she’d be more worried about
the town figuring out I was still here.
“Now, Ana, that’s not what I’m implying at all here. I just
want to discuss the deal I had with your father, verbal agreements should be
treated just like any other agreement. Don’t you agree?” The indecision on her
face makes my gut twist.
“She can’t sell it without my approval first!” I butt into
the conversation as I close the distance between myself and the bottom steps of
the porch. I stand with my legs splayed apart and the piece of wood waiting in
my good hand. Mr. Taylor eyes the piece of wood with a look of disgust on his face
and turns his nose up.
“What in tarnation are you talking about, boy?” He spits the
word ‘boy’ out as if it’s supposed to mean something else, but just the fact
that he’s called me boy is condescending enough. The side of me I don’t like
other people to see starts to show through. Tom’s maniac grin plays across my
face as I look Mr. Taylor in the eyes and he seems to remember exactly who he’s
talking to.
“Mr. D’Salvatore left half of everything to me.” Anastasia
doesn’t say a word behind me, but I hear the way her breath is coming in short,
little gasps. The entire time she’s been afraid. My problem is I have no idea
if she’s afraid of Mr. Taylor or afraid for him.
“Well that’s wonderful news! I’ll pay you double the market
value for your share of the property.” My grin stays plastered on my face as I
take a step towards Mr. Taylor and point the charred end of the beam at him. It
might be charred, but it’s not flimsy enough to break on his face. So I’ll get
in a few good hits before I have to use my hands.
“Get off the property, Mr. Taylor. Or I’ll start with your
legs.” The man’s face grows paler than it already is, and I wonder if he ever
leaves his cozy office. Beads of sweat start to pop out on his forehead as he
looks from me to Anastasia. I feel the muscle in my jaw beginning to jump with
the effort of holding the darker side of me back.
Sanity wins out over greed today. Mr. Taylor manages to hold
it together as he gets to the driver’s side of his car, and then he calmly
locks the doors before he pulls out his key to start
daughter again, I’ll take his damned head off!
“Jonah Quinton, I’ve heard a lot about you.” He draws out
the words as if they’re somehow important. I quirk a smile at him, probably one
that looks sick and maddened, and it has the desired effect. Mr. Taylor takes a
step back from me, but as soon as Anastasia opens up the front door he turns
his full attention on her.
“Ana, darling! I wanted to swing by and tell you how sorry I
am about my behavior yesterday. Whatever happened to your barn?” He won’t look
at me, and I hear the condescension in his tone. I suspected he did it last
night, but now I’m ninety point nine percent sure this grease ball burnt down
the D’Salvatore barn. Is he the one who killed her father, too?
“Someone lit it on fire. But don’t worry, the police have a good
lead on who did it, and when they finally give me a name I’ll buy myself a can
of gasoline and torch their ass.” Even I’m a little shocked by her frank words,
but Mr. Taylor shakes it off quickly and smiles at her charmingly.
“I’m sure you will, Ana. Now, I have a proposition I would
like to discuss with you, would you mind if I came in for a spell?” My teeth
grit together painfully as I try to keep my mouth shut. Tom’s voice is echoing
through my mind, and what he has to say is not pretty.
“No, Mr. Taylor I want you to get back into your car, and
high tail it out of here before I call the police for trespassing. I’ve had
enough of your games. Go ahead. Tell the entire town what you know about me. I
guarantee you it’s nothing they haven’t guessed before.” She’s worried that the
town will find something out about her? I thought she’d be more worried about
the town figuring out I was still here.
“Now, Ana, that’s not what I’m implying at all here. I just
want to discuss the deal I had with your father, verbal agreements should be
treated just like any other agreement. Don’t you agree?” The indecision on her
face makes my gut twist.
“She can’t sell it without my approval first!” I butt into
the conversation as I close the distance between myself and the bottom steps of
the porch. I stand with my legs splayed apart and the piece of wood waiting in
my good hand. Mr. Taylor eyes the piece of wood with a look of disgust on his face
and turns his nose up.
“What in tarnation are you talking about, boy?” He spits the
word ‘boy’ out as if it’s supposed to mean something else, but just the fact
that he’s called me boy is condescending enough. The side of me I don’t like
other people to see starts to show through. Tom’s maniac grin plays across my
face as I look Mr. Taylor in the eyes and he seems to remember exactly who he’s
talking to.
“Mr. D’Salvatore left half of everything to me.” Anastasia
doesn’t say a word behind me, but I hear the way her breath is coming in short,
little gasps. The entire time she’s been afraid. My problem is I have no idea
if she’s afraid of Mr. Taylor or afraid for him.
“Well that’s wonderful news! I’ll pay you double the market
value for your share of the property.” My grin stays plastered on my face as I
take a step towards Mr. Taylor and point the charred end of the beam at him. It
might be charred, but it’s not flimsy enough to break on his face. So I’ll get
in a few good hits before I have to use my hands.
“Get off the property, Mr. Taylor. Or I’ll start with your
legs.” The man’s face grows paler than it already is, and I wonder if he ever
leaves his cozy office. Beads of sweat start to pop out on his forehead as he
looks from me to Anastasia. I feel the muscle in my jaw beginning to jump with
the effort of holding the darker side of me back.
Sanity wins out over greed today. Mr. Taylor manages to hold
it together as he gets to the driver’s side of his car, and then he calmly
locks the doors before he pulls out his key to start
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