I woke up, if that is what you call this instant dread I feel, as I open my eyes.looking around at my childhood room. I inhaled the familiar scents and basked in the warmth that is my parents home.
The rain pelting on the widowsil had a instant calming affect on me. Though All I could think about was him.
He is back, Shawn is back and He wants to kill anyone that is standing in his way to get to me. I needed to form a plan. I needed to also get out of this bed and brush my teeth and pee. Not really in that order though.
I have decided that I am tiered of being this sycophantic murders play thing. Before he hurts another person I am going to kill him slowly and with out remorse.
At least this is what I am telling my self as I brush my teeth in the restroom. In reality if I see him I am going to scream, then pee myself and run the other way. Maybe even crap myself Just a little bit.
There was a loud crash outside the bathroom door. It brought me out of my mental musings. My heart started to pound in my ears and my body started to shake. Looking in the the restrooms white oval mirror, is saw my face had turned ashen, My golden Brown eyes where round as saucers, and I looked as though I had seen death reincarnat. I grabbed my hot pink curling iron wrapping the cord around my wrist. I went for the sliding door that was between myself and what ever is on the other side.
Bracing myself for an attack I slid the door open with a bang and swinging the curling iron towards the hallway aiming it to hit anyone that did me harm. When nothing grabbed me I saw the damn cat had knocked down one of my moms metal vases. with My heart rate still pounding in my ears and adrenaline pumping in my veins. I picked up the vase and the arrangement of assorted plastic flowers and placed them back on the the decorative hallway table. Trying to calm my nerves and slow my heart rate. I stood there taking in the house absorbing all the sounds. My heart slowed to where I could function again.
My attention averted when I caught the delicious smelling bacon, and egg my mother was cooking on hers stove. I bet there is going to be fresh biscuits also and maybe gravy to go with it.
My stomach growling at this prospect. I headed down after making sure everything was turned off in the bathroom.
I started too look for Bob but than I remembered the police took him for the evidence that he had on him. This depressed me I liked that dog.
Have you ever walked into a room and just know people where talking about you form how quiet it was? I was in this situation. I could could almost see the bubble of tension. I wanted so much to reach out and pop it. But, alas this like so many other things wouldn't come to pass.
I Sat myself down at the breakfast nook and trying to ignore the tension in the room. I fixed myself a cup of coffee, I added milk and sugar keeping my eyes adverted to only on my cup.
It was as though the weight of last night had settled on everones shoulders.
My mother cooks when she is upset and by how the kitchen looks she has been at it for awhile. There was piles of flap Jack's, cooked sausage, bacon, oatmeal, eggs, and omelettes with various different toppings, biscuits and white gray.
She had started on chicken and dumplings for lunch she had the makings for Apple, pumpkin, pecan, and cherry pie out along with meatloaf. Yes my mother was upset.
My father was cleaning his guns thoughly as though his and everyones life depended on it. The sad thing was our lives probably did depend on my fathers miraculous cleaning.
My heart was breaking at the sight of my parents and their misfortune of having me as a daughter.
The doorbell rang and everyone visibly stiffened. My father picked up one of the guns next to him, that he was Finnished cleaning placed a bullet in the chamber and walked to the door.
He opened it with the gun pointed at whom ever was on the other side.
When he saw who it was you could see his whole body relax as he opened the door wider as he let Brandon and officer Rachel Cole in.
My mother offered them some breakfast and coffee in which they accepted.
Brandon Sat next to me and officer Cole across. I pretended to be interested in my biscuits and gray and eggs never looking up at them. That was until Brandon put his hand on my thigh and started to rub circles with his thumb.
It had a calming affect instantly. I raised my eyes to his and was taken aback by the saddness and love I saw in his eyes. I didn't know if it was all because of Anna's death or because he genuinely cared about me or both. It was enough to have me advert my gaze and concertaite on my flap jacks and bacon.
Officer Cole cleared her throat to get mine and Brandons Brendan's attention.
I knew Rachel from high school she was two years ahead of me. Her long legs and ample boosem where her bread and water on the cheerleading team. but her most striking features where her eyes the color of a stormy sea and her hair the color of wheat blowing in a fall breeze right before harvest time. Beautiful wasn't the only words that came to mind when you saw her. Her beauty was only surpassed by her cunning intelligence. I knew she wanted to ask me about Shawn and my relationship and ask about what I was doing last night. I just didn't know if I could get threw it all in one sitting with out falling apart. My heart was breaking for myself and the man I was sitting next to. Anna was one of my best friends she was thinking about moving in with me just to pursue a relationship with Brandon. She wanted to quit modelling and start a photography studio and get married have kids. She deserved more than what she had gotten from Shawn. She should be alive laughing about last nights party with me.
After taking a deep breath I looked at officer Cole and said " I know what you want. I will start from the beginning."