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Authors: Roxy Sloane
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love. Yes,
love.
I
couldn’t take my eyes off you today, you look so beautiful...
Will
you meet me at our place tonight? I can’t wait to see you.
I
think about you all the time. Your smile makes my day.
He was crazy about her.
I read his letters, and I can see how much he cared. He talked about
building a future with her: announcing their relationship so they
didn’t have to hide any more. They were together, in love, and
here’s the proof.
Then comes a final
note. Typed, business-like.
Annette
-- I’m sorry, but we can’t be together. You’re better off
without me. I’m giving you two weeks notice, then I want you gone
from the company.
I
can’t do this anymore.
Charles.
It’s brutal, the
worst kind of break-up. I can only imagine how devastated my mom must
have been to receive it -- especially if she already knew she was
pregnant.
I don’t understand.
One minute he’s telling her they’ll be together forever, the
next, he’s slamming the door in her face.
So what went wrong? It
doesn’t make any sense.
Then something slips
free from the bundle. A few loose photographs. They fall to the dusty
floorboards, and I pick them up, curious.
It’s my mom. Young,
wearing funny old fashion outfits. But there’s something weird
about the pictures -- they’re shot from far away, snapping her at
the grocery store and unlocking the front door of her apartment.
Surveillance photos.
I turn one over and
read the writing on the back.
The shipment goes
through, or somebody gets hurt.
I freeze.
What the hell?
I don’t recognize the
handwriting, but it’s there on the other photos too.
You’re running
out of time. I promise, the people you love will suffer if I don’t
get what I want.
There’s a photo of
Ashcroft’s friend too, playing in his yard at home with his two
young boys. There’s a bullseye drawn on the front in marker, the
target right over the man’s face.
I shiver.
This is seriously
creepy.
What was Ashcroft into?
And why was he being threatened?
Then I see the date on
the photos of my mom. Right before Ashcroft broke things off and she
left town.
My pulse kicks. Was
this the reason he pushed her away? Because someone was threatening
to hurt her?
I look through the box
again, but I can’t find anything else. All I have are the notes and
the chilling photographs, and a hundred new questions whirling in my
mind.
Tiredness hits me like
a ton of bricks. I feel like I could curl up and fall asleep right
here, so I tuck the letters and photos into a folder and then turn
the lights off, plunging the attic into darkness again. I close the
door behind me, and head back downstairs with my file, creeping
through the dark house.
Noise comes from down
the hallway. A bedroom door swings open, light shining in the dark.
I shrink back into the
shadows, watching from my hidden alcove. It’s Isabelle, creeping
out of a bedroom wearing just a silky nightgown, her hair mussed up.
Brent steps after her,
catching her arm. He’s in boxers and nothing else, and as I watch
in shock, he yanks Isabelle back and kisses her.
On the lips.
I stifle a gasp. It’s
not a friendly kiss, but cruel and hard. Isabelle flushes as she
steps away. I can’t hear what Brent is saying, but he’s not
happy. She bows her head, and creeps away, back to her own room.
I stay there, reeling
from what I’ve just seen. I know Brent and Isabelle aren’t blood
siblings -- Ashcroft adopted them later, first Brent when he was
thirteen, and then Isabelle a few years later. Still, he raised them
as family.
This is seriously
fucked up. What kind of twisted relationship do these people have?
I wait until Brent’s
door closes and the light turns off, then I hurry back to my
guest-room as fast as I can, my heart pounding in my chest.
11
VAUGHN
When I wake up, Keely’s
gone.
Shit, I pushed her too
far, lashing that sweet body to the bed and invading every part of
her. She said she would take anything I gave her, and fuck
love.
I
couldn’t take my eyes off you today, you look so beautiful...
Will
you meet me at our place tonight? I can’t wait to see you.
I
think about you all the time. Your smile makes my day.
He was crazy about her.
I read his letters, and I can see how much he cared. He talked about
building a future with her: announcing their relationship so they
didn’t have to hide any more. They were together, in love, and
here’s the proof.
Then comes a final
note. Typed, business-like.
Annette
-- I’m sorry, but we can’t be together. You’re better off
without me. I’m giving you two weeks notice, then I want you gone
from the company.
I
can’t do this anymore.
Charles.
It’s brutal, the
worst kind of break-up. I can only imagine how devastated my mom must
have been to receive it -- especially if she already knew she was
pregnant.
I don’t understand.
One minute he’s telling her they’ll be together forever, the
next, he’s slamming the door in her face.
So what went wrong? It
doesn’t make any sense.
Then something slips
free from the bundle. A few loose photographs. They fall to the dusty
floorboards, and I pick them up, curious.
It’s my mom. Young,
wearing funny old fashion outfits. But there’s something weird
about the pictures -- they’re shot from far away, snapping her at
the grocery store and unlocking the front door of her apartment.
Surveillance photos.
I turn one over and
read the writing on the back.
The shipment goes
through, or somebody gets hurt.
I freeze.
What the hell?
I don’t recognize the
handwriting, but it’s there on the other photos too.
You’re running
out of time. I promise, the people you love will suffer if I don’t
get what I want.
There’s a photo of
Ashcroft’s friend too, playing in his yard at home with his two
young boys. There’s a bullseye drawn on the front in marker, the
target right over the man’s face.
I shiver.
This is seriously
creepy.
What was Ashcroft into?
And why was he being threatened?
Then I see the date on
the photos of my mom. Right before Ashcroft broke things off and she
left town.
My pulse kicks. Was
this the reason he pushed her away? Because someone was threatening
to hurt her?
I look through the box
again, but I can’t find anything else. All I have are the notes and
the chilling photographs, and a hundred new questions whirling in my
mind.
Tiredness hits me like
a ton of bricks. I feel like I could curl up and fall asleep right
here, so I tuck the letters and photos into a folder and then turn
the lights off, plunging the attic into darkness again. I close the
door behind me, and head back downstairs with my file, creeping
through the dark house.
Noise comes from down
the hallway. A bedroom door swings open, light shining in the dark.
I shrink back into the
shadows, watching from my hidden alcove. It’s Isabelle, creeping
out of a bedroom wearing just a silky nightgown, her hair mussed up.
Brent steps after her,
catching her arm. He’s in boxers and nothing else, and as I watch
in shock, he yanks Isabelle back and kisses her.
On the lips.
I stifle a gasp. It’s
not a friendly kiss, but cruel and hard. Isabelle flushes as she
steps away. I can’t hear what Brent is saying, but he’s not
happy. She bows her head, and creeps away, back to her own room.
I stay there, reeling
from what I’ve just seen. I know Brent and Isabelle aren’t blood
siblings -- Ashcroft adopted them later, first Brent when he was
thirteen, and then Isabelle a few years later. Still, he raised them
as family.
This is seriously
fucked up. What kind of twisted relationship do these people have?
I wait until Brent’s
door closes and the light turns off, then I hurry back to my
guest-room as fast as I can, my heart pounding in my chest.
11
VAUGHN
When I wake up, Keely’s
gone.
Shit, I pushed her too
far, lashing that sweet body to the bed and invading every part of
her. She said she would take anything I gave her, and fuck
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