The moment they left Calvin's house. It poured tears from heaven. Tori peddled the bike while Cece balanced herself on Tori's back and the bear rack. Tori knew how to ride a bike. But the bike was teaching her how to steer. She straightens the bike as best she could and the saddle wobbled under her heavy frame.
"Tori, go straight, damn."
"It's not me!" she exclaimed. "This motherfucker old or somethin'. and the seat keep sliding under me." The last thing she needed was her sister berating her for not able to control a bike. Calvin's musty ass gave it to them.
Luckily they were on their way home on Aycliffe Drive. Tori turned a corner, the seat under her slid, she put her foot out to catch herself as to not fall. "Fuck!" Cece hopped off the bike and stood by it, her arms wrapped around her as the rain came down. She kicked the bike. "I'm not riding this no more."
"Well, we almost there. Let's go"
Torielle knew all too well if they showed up in front of the house. Davea had two choices, call the police on two teens that apparently had no business being on the property or hit them with the broom. Tori didn't want to go through any of it. Why did Calvin tell them to go home? Who is their father? Were they two black girls with a deadbeat dad that wanted to return because of some spiritual journey with the lord above? That was probably it. And if so, why would they want to meet him? Why did he want to meet them?
It was so many questions stacking that Tori's head ached.
Cece ran into a puddle going forward, drenching her bottom pants leg. "Ugh!" she whined. She turned around to see her hefty sister taking her time. "Torielle! Bring yo ass!"
"It's coming down!"
"Exactly!" Cece carried on. , dashing across puddles of water. Tori hurried behind her. Images flashed across her eyes, her sister yelling at her to hurry. The vision revealed a street sign, Polventon. In the vision, Cece held her right side, she tossed in the grass catching her blood. She cried her sister's name. Tori gasped, her heart picking up speed. "Cece!" she hollered, don't run ahead of me!"
"Bring yo' ass then!" The same pictures flew across her sights. Whatever was happening she could discover later. At the moment, something was saying her sister was in danger. Tori jogged along the sidewalk. She caught up with Cece and grabbed her hand to slow down. "What are you doing?" As she grabbed her sister, an oval ball floated in front of her views. A tore image of her and Cece racing on the bike. Cedrica yelled at her, beating her across the back to hurry. Cece screamed, a bullet in her left shoulder. She falls off the bike, Torielle looks back at her sister in the street. A car pulls alongside her and a man in a black wet coat, steps out of the passenger seat. A high pitch voice echoes, "We got one. Two points for Mockweahel."
Mockweahel? What the fuck was that?
"What are you doing."
"I'm seeing shit." How was she supposed to say, I saw you dying twice in a vision. "Can you see it?"
"See what?"
"Death!"
"Girl..." Cece wiggled out of Tori's hold. "Something is wron--"
"Something is finna happened to you!"
A green face interrupted Tori. The medium avocado green expression snarled oversized teeth. It's skin dotted with boils and bumps. Her heart sunk in her stomach, her fingers twitched. "We almost home... or whatever that is. We just gon' be back on the street again." Cedrica mumbled.
Tori stood motionless. A shrill voice reached her ears. 'It's a quick death; be sure to take your last breath'
Her stunned behavior ignored a black car passing her. Cece walked onward, Tori blinked a dozen times until her brain complied with moving. She ran after her sister, coming up to her left side breathing heavy. "I can see things in front of me--"
"The grass." nodded Cece. "No, damnit. It's like a vision." Tori's chest tightened, she didn't know how to tell her. She didn't even understand how she wasn't making it clear. "Cece, I'm psychic!" she blurted. "Sure you are..." Cedrica flipped her eyes. Tori growled and punched her sister in the arm. "Fine!" She threw her arms up. "Die for all I care. I'm trying to save your ugly ass."
"Ow!" Cece soothed her limb. "What is wrong with you?"
"I'm trying to tell you I saw you die!"
"Ok..." Cece blinked. "I'm not going to die." And then she thought. Maybe her sister was just paranoid about what she saw in the shop. "Tori, Mr. Ingram is dead--"
Tori waved her arms frantic in front of her. "That's not the point, I'm over it! You are going to die!"
As if triggered by mere word, another vision came. This didn't look like Cece. A woman with brown hair like her. Green eyeshadow above her eyes, nude lipstick, and round earrings hanging from her ears in the shape of moons.
Who is that? Tori grasped her hand and pulled her forward. "Let's get to mama's house."
"You are so retarded!"
Once to the house, Tori refused to release her sister. They treaded on the grass to the front door to find it wide open. "Tori let go of me!" Cece tugged her hand out of her grip.
They ran up towards the porch, inside. The door was marked with blood on the front. A large footprint on the wood. As Tori looked in the upper right corner, the bolts were broken and several bullet holes. The window to the left looking out to the front lawn was gone. Cece escaped her sister's hold and gazed at the broken window. "We didn't do that..."
Of course they didn't.
The most normal, undisturbed thing, the lights were still off making it blanketed. Tori went inside, feeling around in the darkness. "Mama?" No response back. "Mama!" She asked herself why she bothered yelling. Her body tumbled forward pacing through the dark. She fell on her chin then looked at her feet. A chubby hand stretched out, "Mama?"
"Tori!" Her sister yelled. "I'm not coming in!"
Tori looked at the end of the porch to see a brown briefcase. She sprinted to the briefcase and scratched the note taped to the side, 'Bad House ~ Love, Papa Hatch.'
"Whose Hatch?" She dragged the case to her and unfasten the lock. Inside a wand, a feather, three photos, a set of teeth and a jar of blood. Cece picked up the jar, tipping it over to see the bottom. 'Full ounce jar - Sacrebleu Tease Shop. TM Blood Market.' A sticky note taped to the bottom for security, 'Take a teaspoon Cedrica.'
"I'm supposed to drink this?"
Tori felt up and down her mother's body. Her hand glided to her face, tapping the wetness across her lips. Tori boosted to her feet, she clenched her hands.
Cece shook the jar of blood. "How you get something like this open?" A pinch stabbed her right temple. A picture flashed in front of her eyes. A girl with brown shoulder length hair and gun in her hand. It changed showing a lanky woman with brown curls and green eyes.
"What is that..."
Once more, the vision showed her the jar she was holding. There was a drop of blood in the jar. Next, her mouth stained with blood. "I drunk it all?" Tori came out the house. She eyed her sister, "What's that?"
"Somebody named Hatch left it." She placed the jar back in the suitcase. She closed it and lifted from her feet. "Mom's dead..."
"Jolly. So, now what?" her eyes glazed over to Tori. Tori's jaw loosened, "Cece, we are orphaned."
Cedrica made little of it, a line in her smile. "We was orphaned the moment she kicked us out, so what?" This wasn't the time to hold grudges. Her mother was dead. She reviewed her feelings. Yes, their mother kicked them out the house a lot. They sat in her care poor, abused, and it was questionable how she held an ounce of love for the woman.
She was the stupid one.
"Let's go to Brampton. Maybe we can stay with Vijay."
As Cece said it, Tori tried to blink away the tv screen in front of her. The same ugly green face revealed.
'It's a quick death; be sure to take your last breath'