Post by Will Wright on Sept 23, 2008 17:24:04 GMT
((This was set on the 18th July))
Again she found herself walking through the deceases house but it was for real this time. Not a dream. Not a nightmare. Not a fantasy.
Real!
But it seemed surreal at the same time. Almost like she was floating maybe she was imagining the butterflies in her stomach, the racing of her pounding heart, her nerves making the goose bumps rise, with each step she delved deeper into the house.
Bang!
Will screamed and wheeled around. The retreating echoes of the door and her scream made her feel like she wasn't alone.
"Oh," she released her breath in that one word. She had forgotten to close the front door. She turned around and breathed deeply before carrying further on into the house. The staircases where still she remembered them, covered with dust, yes but still the same old wood and still the same old carpet running on top of them.
All her favourite pictures running along on both walls leading to where her bedroom was.
“Scary,” she barely breathed. It still felt bizarre. She ran her fingers along the banister as she ascended. The railings where dirty and the once shiny wood was hidden in a thick layer of dust. She reached the landing and walked to the middle to look down on the ground floor.
She saw it.
She remembered it.
She shivered and held her breath.
It was the first of her worst memories.
Her first scare her – to – death memory.
One she wished more than anything she could forget.
Well, almost anything.
Tied around the bottom of one of the poles was that piece of cloth with the knot still tight in place.
Will exited the front living room to see what the cracking noise had been. Her mum’s body swung from the banisters pole. Neck lolled to one side her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted.
“Mum?” Will asked shakily. Her mum didn’t answer. “MUM?! MUUUUUMMMY???!!!”
The front door banged open and suddenly all she saw was black and all she felt was her feet leaving the ground and her being swayed hard from side to side.
“Get her down from there and call 112 and get an ambulance down here!” her dad shouted at someone.
She shuddered and took five steps back and carried on down the hall to her room. The door creaked. More memories flooded into her head. Everything was as she had left it. Before she had gone to live with Adam and Victoria. Everything started to go blurry as she walked around the room; her eyes unfocused. The mirror above the fireplace was still there, the back of the clock reflected on it.
She spun around and headed for the room she was so eager yet so reluctant to go into. Her hand lingered, her fingers clenched and unclenched, she shifted from foot to foot and her heart was going to break through her chest at any minute. She felt the handle had gotten so hot it would’ve burned any normal person if they touched it.
“Deep breaths Will, deep breaths,” she took a breath to steady herself.
The room was cream and there was still a red stain of where Will had dropped her strawberry jam sandwich and her mother had been mad because she knew she wouldn’t have been able to get it out and she had been told off but her dad had spoken to his wide and she had forgiven Will. Of course everyone makes mistakes.
Will walked over to the bed. She reached out but stopped halfway and sighed. She flopped down on it and took a deep breath.
“Still the same. Sweet yet musky smell,” she sighed taking another deep sniff.
She stayed there for another ten to fifteen minutes or so before she found her feet leading her into her dads huge study/library. Sitting on her dads chair brought a strange feeling of serenity on. She felt like she was sitting on his lap again. She smiled.
Then she noticed the book they had been reading together for her bedtime story, the night before his death.
Black Beauty.
A dried trail of a tear, that has escaped, made her even sadder. Too many memories. Too many hopes as well as fears.
She knew it herself when she was deliberating wether to come here or not. Will knew the ricks of coming here was great. The possibility of her actually seeing her parent’s demise before her own eyes was great or even reliving their last moments herself.
Two things of which she was petrified to have happen to her. It was bad enough remembering hearing about their deaths and seeing the body bags being wheeled out on a gurney. She did note need to feel their pain or death or what they had been feeling before and as they were taking their last breath.
She didn’t realize her hand was nearly on the book until she broke out of her reverie. She quickly recoiled her hand, like someone had given her a hard slap. The tide of time does not hold up for anything or anyone and stays at a constant speed, it’s just what people do in the time that is given. Will knew this all too well from her parents.
BANG!
Will shot up like a bullet that had been fired from a gun. Too her it sounded like a gunshot. The front door closed with another loud bang.
“What the?” Will moved steadily out of the study and edged towards the landings balcony. The door was shut tight now. This was confusing; maybe she imagined the door opening and closing.
She slowly started to creep sown the right staircase, listening carefully for any other sounds. Wills heart kept pounding. She carefully walked through the huge front room; the dining room; conservatory; the hall and the billiard room.
She was certain she had just imagined it now, nobody was down here.
“Ok Will, calm yourself down. You’re just hearing things!” she muttered to herself.
She headed for the stairs, about to go back, to sit in the study again when she heard something smash in the kitchen.
“Well that’s just great. Absolutely perfect,” a voice she had never heard before complained, “Now I just have t- AOW!!! That’s just bloody brilliant isn’t it now?!”
Will slid slowly towards the kitchen door. She was just about to open it, her hand outstretched for the handle when it flung open and hit her.
“Oh god, why can’t I find things to help me?!” he stormed straight past Will and headed for the front door.
Will clutched her left side of her stomach where the handle had slammed into her with one of her hands while the other tended to her nose.
“-And I was so positive this was the right house too,” he carried on furiously muttering away to himself.
“Ouch!” Will finally managed to get the word out.
“Oh my god! Are you ok?” the boy was before her now; his face now level with hers.
“What do you think?!” Will snapped, though she could feel the pain ebbing away already she decided to make him feel guilty.
“I’m so sorry. See I didn’t think anybody was here and I couldn’t find what I was l-“ he started to ramble but Will held up her hand in front of him. He stopped talking and she stood up straight and shoved him out of the way.
“Are you ok?” he asked again.
“Never mind about me. What are you doing in my house?” she demanded.
“Well you see I was looking for the...wait, what? Your house!?”
“Yes, my house!” Will hid her smile. His voice sounded so surprised.
“I thought....is this not the Wrights property?” he looked around the large hall again before his eyes settled back on Will.
“Yes, it is.”
“Well, then how come you’re here?”
“Because, I am.”
“Where are Mrs and Mr. Wright?”
Who the hell was this guy?!
“Not here,”
“How long is ‘not here,’ for?”
“A while,”
“Well by the state of this place, I’d say years. How could they just up and leave a beautiful home like this?”
Will turned on her heel and started to stomp upstairs.
This boy had no idea....
“Well!?” he shouted to her.
“Because, they’re dead,” she reached the top and headed towards their bedroom again.
“They’re what?” he yelled.
Will ignored him and walked into their closet. She sat down with her back on the wall and buried her nose into their clothes.
“When?” his voice was right above her.
“What?”
“When did they die? How? What happened to their daughter?” what, was he, an investigator or something?
“Mrs. Wright died 11 years ago. She hung herself and Mr. Wright was shot 9 years ago and their daughter.....no idea, I think she went to live with other relatives or something. Why do you want to know?”
“Never mind,” he sighed and she heard his feet retreating.
“No,” she shot up and was in step with him easily, “No, I won’t never mind. Why so you want to know.....who are you anyway?”
“My name is Evan, Evan Becker and as for the reason, I want to know, is that they’re my biological parents,” his eyes fell as the word biological left his lips.
Will heard ringing in her ears and her face was frozen in shock.
“Biological what?!?” she almost screeched.
“Parents,” his tone uncertain and his face was composed into a mask of worry and confusion.
So she hadn’t heard him wrong.
“Are you ok?”
Will just stood rooted to the spot. So her grand father and god parents hadn’t been joking when they said she had a brother. That her parents had had to give him up at birth.
She actually wasn’t and only child.
Will composed herself before she answered him.
“I’m alright, sorry about that,” a small smile formed on her face.
“It’s alright,” he smiled back, “I understand,”
Will’s eyes widened, “You do?”
He chuckled, “Course, I do,”
“Oh,” Will frowned.
“Why you wouldn’t think that rich folks like the Wrights would have a child or children, would you?” rhetorical question surely.
The stared patiently at each other for a few minutes, neither of them moving.
“Anyway, since I can’t find what I’m looking for here, I shall leave.” He broke the silence and turned towards the door, took one step forward before turning around to stare at Will, “You coming?”
Will looked back at him; ignoring his question, “What was it that you were looking for exactly?”
Evan looked like he had been hoping that question wouldn’t come up. He shifted uneasily.
“Doesn’t matter,” he walked out the door and headed for the stairs.
“Wait, if you tell me, I might be able to help you find it,” she offered.
“How would you? Even if I did tell you what i was looking for, how would you know where to look?”
“I’m psychic?” her voice shook with uncertainty.
“Hmm, that would probably make sense,” he mused, then he looked at her, “First of all, tell me your name!”
“What?!” she asked in disbelief.
“What is your name?” he repeated.
Will thought quickly as she could.
I can’t tell him my real name when I said I had no idea where their daughter is, just to turn around again and say that I’m their daughter. Oh, what am I going to say my-
Evan was still staring at her, waiting for an answer.
He must think I have a mental disorder.....how long does it take for someone to say their name when they know it?!
“Alysson,”
“Alysson...?” he raised his eyebrow.
Uh oh, “Alysson Trove,” she thought in a panic using the first surname that came easily to her head.
“Well Miss Trove if you must know, I was looking for an address,”
What a strange thing to be looking for.
“Address? Address to what?”
“To, to, to find my sis- my sis-“ he sighed. He was having trouble of getting his head around the fact that he ahs a sister. Just like she was having a hard time coming to terms with the fact he was her brother, “My sister,”
Will smiled and laughed internally. Here he was, trying to look for his sister, who was standing right in front of him.
“Come with me,” she walked past him, down the stairs and into the Billiard room and over to a cabinet. She bent down and opened the bottom drawer. She rummaged around until she found a book which she then handed to Evan.
“This the book you were looking for?”
“Yes, how did you know where it was?”
“Just open it,”
“Ooook......” a piece of folded up paper fell out, “What’s this?”
“See for yourself,” again a small smile appeared.
He unfolded the small bit of paper and saw her godparents address, “This where she is?”
“That’s where she currently resides, yes,” Will responded.
“Wait, I thought you said you didn’t know where she was or lived!” he accused.
“No, what I said was that I had no idea where she lives and that I think she went to live with some relatives,” she retorted.
They glared at each other.
“I suppose I had better go see her and tell her who I am,” he wiped his forehead at the thought.
“Well you could do that but she won’t be there.” Will’s smile widened, She was confusing him, it was clear in his eyes and face. It was actually quite amusing to watch him try to make sense of this.
“Again, how do you know this?” his tone was even but strained.
“And she already know she has a brother,” she ignored his question.
“I don’t believe you!” his eyes narrowed.
“Suit yourself,” Will shrugged and walks out into the front garden and sat on the swing there. And as she had guessed, he had followed her out.
“How do you know this?” Evan stopped her swinging.
“Because I actually know her....very well, or well enough to know most of what she knows,” she answered coldly.
“Well, where is she then?”
That was the question she had been waiting for and was reluctant to answer. She wanted him to guess.
Right in front of you!
“I don’t know,”
“The hell you don’t. Alyss just tell me where she is!” he said in an exasperated tone.
“And why should I?” she knew she was getting on his nerves...just like a brother and sister should.
“Ugh, never mind. I don’t have time to listen to an annoying little girl like you. I’ve got what I was looking for....thanks to you and now I must go to it,” he turned on his heel and started to walk down the driveway.
“I told you. She’s not in,” Will called after him in a sing song voice.
“I’ll wait until she gets home then!” he shouted back.
Will smiled to herself.
“You’ll be waiting for her, for a while,” she muttered to herself and permitted herself a quiet giggle.
She was halfway up the steps when she had a premonition.
A man entered the front door and peered quickly around all the rooms that had their doors open. He then crept slowly but agilely up the stairs and stood behind the wall for about thirty seconds before he signalled to his accomplice that all was clear. He was joined by him in the matter of seconds and then they slowly crept along the landing towards the door which was emitting light.
“The girl still playing outside?” he whispered for only his partner to hear.
His partner gave one curt but fluid nod.
The first man counted to three before opening the door and held a gun straight at his target.
“What the?! Who are you people?” David asked stunned by the sudden confrontation.
“We’re hired killers,” the second mans voice came out raspy and gruff.
“Assassins,” the first mans soft but deadly voice ended.
“Wh..” but before David got any further in his question a loud bang thundered through the house.
“Come on, let’s get out of here,” and they were gone in a flash.
The premonition ended.
“Hey? Hey are you ok? Here sit down,” Evan helped her sit down on one of the steps, “Are you ok? You look really pale,”
Will couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying to her. Her fear had come true. She had seen and relived her fathers last day on this earth.
“Alysson?” concerned now.
“No, I’m not,” she panted.
“What happened?” he kept a hand on her shoulder so she didn’t topple to the side.
“Premonition,” was her answer.
“Premonition? You weren’t kidding when you said you were psychic.” His voice rang with surprise again.
She just shook her head for an answer.
“Well what did you see?” he asked, uncertain wether he really wanted to know, “The past or the future?”
“Past,”
“What happened,”
“Dads last moments,”
“Dads?”
“Yes, dads. Mr. Wrights last breath on this earth before he was taken from me,” Will finally met Evans green eyes.
His hand was abruptly of her shoulder like an electric current had run through Will and electrocuted him.
“You’re their daughter? You’re my sister?” he was dumbstruck.
“Yes, I’m Will,” she put her head in her hands trying to stop the tears from flowing down her face.
“What? How? When? Why?” he sputtered.
“I’m sorry for not telling you earlier,” Will sighed and stood up going into the house again and sitting down on the sofa in the front living room.
The door clicked shut behind Evan.
“What do you mean when you say you saw his last moments?” Evan asked.
“I mean I saw his last moments and felt what he was feeling before and as he was shot,” Will answered in a choked voice.
The tears spilled over, uncontrollably.
“It’s ok,” Evans arms wrapped around her and her head rested on his shoulder and she started to cry properly now, forgetting where she was and who was there with her.
All these years she had had to live with the memories of seeing her mum hanging from the banister and the memory of the body bags with her parents in them. All the nightmares she had.
The premonitions, she had had to deal with them all alone. Her grandfather and her god parents were great for support but not close enough. She couldn’t confess her feeling to them easily, so all these years she had bottled up all the sorrow and depression.
Now it was becoming unknotted.
But she could now live easily with one fact which made some part of her joyful amongst all the sadness.
“Calm down, you’re fine, you’re fine,” he comforted her, “You’re not alone anymore. Just let it all out,”
No, she was not alone now.
She now had a brother who she could share some of her feelings with. Someone she didn’t have to hide her feelings from. A total stranger in who she was sure she could trust.
A true brother and blood relative.
Again she found herself walking through the deceases house but it was for real this time. Not a dream. Not a nightmare. Not a fantasy.
Real!
But it seemed surreal at the same time. Almost like she was floating maybe she was imagining the butterflies in her stomach, the racing of her pounding heart, her nerves making the goose bumps rise, with each step she delved deeper into the house.
Bang!
Will screamed and wheeled around. The retreating echoes of the door and her scream made her feel like she wasn't alone.
"Oh," she released her breath in that one word. She had forgotten to close the front door. She turned around and breathed deeply before carrying further on into the house. The staircases where still she remembered them, covered with dust, yes but still the same old wood and still the same old carpet running on top of them.
All her favourite pictures running along on both walls leading to where her bedroom was.
“Scary,” she barely breathed. It still felt bizarre. She ran her fingers along the banister as she ascended. The railings where dirty and the once shiny wood was hidden in a thick layer of dust. She reached the landing and walked to the middle to look down on the ground floor.
She saw it.
She remembered it.
She shivered and held her breath.
It was the first of her worst memories.
Her first scare her – to – death memory.
One she wished more than anything she could forget.
Well, almost anything.
Tied around the bottom of one of the poles was that piece of cloth with the knot still tight in place.
Will exited the front living room to see what the cracking noise had been. Her mum’s body swung from the banisters pole. Neck lolled to one side her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted.
“Mum?” Will asked shakily. Her mum didn’t answer. “MUM?! MUUUUUMMMY???!!!”
The front door banged open and suddenly all she saw was black and all she felt was her feet leaving the ground and her being swayed hard from side to side.
“Get her down from there and call 112 and get an ambulance down here!” her dad shouted at someone.
She shuddered and took five steps back and carried on down the hall to her room. The door creaked. More memories flooded into her head. Everything was as she had left it. Before she had gone to live with Adam and Victoria. Everything started to go blurry as she walked around the room; her eyes unfocused. The mirror above the fireplace was still there, the back of the clock reflected on it.
She spun around and headed for the room she was so eager yet so reluctant to go into. Her hand lingered, her fingers clenched and unclenched, she shifted from foot to foot and her heart was going to break through her chest at any minute. She felt the handle had gotten so hot it would’ve burned any normal person if they touched it.
“Deep breaths Will, deep breaths,” she took a breath to steady herself.
The room was cream and there was still a red stain of where Will had dropped her strawberry jam sandwich and her mother had been mad because she knew she wouldn’t have been able to get it out and she had been told off but her dad had spoken to his wide and she had forgiven Will. Of course everyone makes mistakes.
Will walked over to the bed. She reached out but stopped halfway and sighed. She flopped down on it and took a deep breath.
“Still the same. Sweet yet musky smell,” she sighed taking another deep sniff.
She stayed there for another ten to fifteen minutes or so before she found her feet leading her into her dads huge study/library. Sitting on her dads chair brought a strange feeling of serenity on. She felt like she was sitting on his lap again. She smiled.
Then she noticed the book they had been reading together for her bedtime story, the night before his death.
Black Beauty.
A dried trail of a tear, that has escaped, made her even sadder. Too many memories. Too many hopes as well as fears.
She knew it herself when she was deliberating wether to come here or not. Will knew the ricks of coming here was great. The possibility of her actually seeing her parent’s demise before her own eyes was great or even reliving their last moments herself.
Two things of which she was petrified to have happen to her. It was bad enough remembering hearing about their deaths and seeing the body bags being wheeled out on a gurney. She did note need to feel their pain or death or what they had been feeling before and as they were taking their last breath.
She didn’t realize her hand was nearly on the book until she broke out of her reverie. She quickly recoiled her hand, like someone had given her a hard slap. The tide of time does not hold up for anything or anyone and stays at a constant speed, it’s just what people do in the time that is given. Will knew this all too well from her parents.
BANG!
Will shot up like a bullet that had been fired from a gun. Too her it sounded like a gunshot. The front door closed with another loud bang.
“What the?” Will moved steadily out of the study and edged towards the landings balcony. The door was shut tight now. This was confusing; maybe she imagined the door opening and closing.
She slowly started to creep sown the right staircase, listening carefully for any other sounds. Wills heart kept pounding. She carefully walked through the huge front room; the dining room; conservatory; the hall and the billiard room.
She was certain she had just imagined it now, nobody was down here.
“Ok Will, calm yourself down. You’re just hearing things!” she muttered to herself.
She headed for the stairs, about to go back, to sit in the study again when she heard something smash in the kitchen.
“Well that’s just great. Absolutely perfect,” a voice she had never heard before complained, “Now I just have t- AOW!!! That’s just bloody brilliant isn’t it now?!”
Will slid slowly towards the kitchen door. She was just about to open it, her hand outstretched for the handle when it flung open and hit her.
“Oh god, why can’t I find things to help me?!” he stormed straight past Will and headed for the front door.
Will clutched her left side of her stomach where the handle had slammed into her with one of her hands while the other tended to her nose.
“-And I was so positive this was the right house too,” he carried on furiously muttering away to himself.
“Ouch!” Will finally managed to get the word out.
“Oh my god! Are you ok?” the boy was before her now; his face now level with hers.
“What do you think?!” Will snapped, though she could feel the pain ebbing away already she decided to make him feel guilty.
“I’m so sorry. See I didn’t think anybody was here and I couldn’t find what I was l-“ he started to ramble but Will held up her hand in front of him. He stopped talking and she stood up straight and shoved him out of the way.
“Are you ok?” he asked again.
“Never mind about me. What are you doing in my house?” she demanded.
“Well you see I was looking for the...wait, what? Your house!?”
“Yes, my house!” Will hid her smile. His voice sounded so surprised.
“I thought....is this not the Wrights property?” he looked around the large hall again before his eyes settled back on Will.
“Yes, it is.”
“Well, then how come you’re here?”
“Because, I am.”
“Where are Mrs and Mr. Wright?”
Who the hell was this guy?!
“Not here,”
“How long is ‘not here,’ for?”
“A while,”
“Well by the state of this place, I’d say years. How could they just up and leave a beautiful home like this?”
Will turned on her heel and started to stomp upstairs.
This boy had no idea....
“Well!?” he shouted to her.
“Because, they’re dead,” she reached the top and headed towards their bedroom again.
“They’re what?” he yelled.
Will ignored him and walked into their closet. She sat down with her back on the wall and buried her nose into their clothes.
“When?” his voice was right above her.
“What?”
“When did they die? How? What happened to their daughter?” what, was he, an investigator or something?
“Mrs. Wright died 11 years ago. She hung herself and Mr. Wright was shot 9 years ago and their daughter.....no idea, I think she went to live with other relatives or something. Why do you want to know?”
“Never mind,” he sighed and she heard his feet retreating.
“No,” she shot up and was in step with him easily, “No, I won’t never mind. Why so you want to know.....who are you anyway?”
“My name is Evan, Evan Becker and as for the reason, I want to know, is that they’re my biological parents,” his eyes fell as the word biological left his lips.
Will heard ringing in her ears and her face was frozen in shock.
“Biological what?!?” she almost screeched.
“Parents,” his tone uncertain and his face was composed into a mask of worry and confusion.
So she hadn’t heard him wrong.
“Are you ok?”
Will just stood rooted to the spot. So her grand father and god parents hadn’t been joking when they said she had a brother. That her parents had had to give him up at birth.
She actually wasn’t and only child.
Will composed herself before she answered him.
“I’m alright, sorry about that,” a small smile formed on her face.
“It’s alright,” he smiled back, “I understand,”
Will’s eyes widened, “You do?”
He chuckled, “Course, I do,”
“Oh,” Will frowned.
“Why you wouldn’t think that rich folks like the Wrights would have a child or children, would you?” rhetorical question surely.
The stared patiently at each other for a few minutes, neither of them moving.
“Anyway, since I can’t find what I’m looking for here, I shall leave.” He broke the silence and turned towards the door, took one step forward before turning around to stare at Will, “You coming?”
Will looked back at him; ignoring his question, “What was it that you were looking for exactly?”
Evan looked like he had been hoping that question wouldn’t come up. He shifted uneasily.
“Doesn’t matter,” he walked out the door and headed for the stairs.
“Wait, if you tell me, I might be able to help you find it,” she offered.
“How would you? Even if I did tell you what i was looking for, how would you know where to look?”
“I’m psychic?” her voice shook with uncertainty.
“Hmm, that would probably make sense,” he mused, then he looked at her, “First of all, tell me your name!”
“What?!” she asked in disbelief.
“What is your name?” he repeated.
Will thought quickly as she could.
I can’t tell him my real name when I said I had no idea where their daughter is, just to turn around again and say that I’m their daughter. Oh, what am I going to say my-
Evan was still staring at her, waiting for an answer.
He must think I have a mental disorder.....how long does it take for someone to say their name when they know it?!
“Alysson,”
“Alysson...?” he raised his eyebrow.
Uh oh, “Alysson Trove,” she thought in a panic using the first surname that came easily to her head.
“Well Miss Trove if you must know, I was looking for an address,”
What a strange thing to be looking for.
“Address? Address to what?”
“To, to, to find my sis- my sis-“ he sighed. He was having trouble of getting his head around the fact that he ahs a sister. Just like she was having a hard time coming to terms with the fact he was her brother, “My sister,”
Will smiled and laughed internally. Here he was, trying to look for his sister, who was standing right in front of him.
“Come with me,” she walked past him, down the stairs and into the Billiard room and over to a cabinet. She bent down and opened the bottom drawer. She rummaged around until she found a book which she then handed to Evan.
“This the book you were looking for?”
“Yes, how did you know where it was?”
“Just open it,”
“Ooook......” a piece of folded up paper fell out, “What’s this?”
“See for yourself,” again a small smile appeared.
He unfolded the small bit of paper and saw her godparents address, “This where she is?”
“That’s where she currently resides, yes,” Will responded.
“Wait, I thought you said you didn’t know where she was or lived!” he accused.
“No, what I said was that I had no idea where she lives and that I think she went to live with some relatives,” she retorted.
They glared at each other.
“I suppose I had better go see her and tell her who I am,” he wiped his forehead at the thought.
“Well you could do that but she won’t be there.” Will’s smile widened, She was confusing him, it was clear in his eyes and face. It was actually quite amusing to watch him try to make sense of this.
“Again, how do you know this?” his tone was even but strained.
“And she already know she has a brother,” she ignored his question.
“I don’t believe you!” his eyes narrowed.
“Suit yourself,” Will shrugged and walks out into the front garden and sat on the swing there. And as she had guessed, he had followed her out.
“How do you know this?” Evan stopped her swinging.
“Because I actually know her....very well, or well enough to know most of what she knows,” she answered coldly.
“Well, where is she then?”
That was the question she had been waiting for and was reluctant to answer. She wanted him to guess.
Right in front of you!
“I don’t know,”
“The hell you don’t. Alyss just tell me where she is!” he said in an exasperated tone.
“And why should I?” she knew she was getting on his nerves...just like a brother and sister should.
“Ugh, never mind. I don’t have time to listen to an annoying little girl like you. I’ve got what I was looking for....thanks to you and now I must go to it,” he turned on his heel and started to walk down the driveway.
“I told you. She’s not in,” Will called after him in a sing song voice.
“I’ll wait until she gets home then!” he shouted back.
Will smiled to herself.
“You’ll be waiting for her, for a while,” she muttered to herself and permitted herself a quiet giggle.
She was halfway up the steps when she had a premonition.
A man entered the front door and peered quickly around all the rooms that had their doors open. He then crept slowly but agilely up the stairs and stood behind the wall for about thirty seconds before he signalled to his accomplice that all was clear. He was joined by him in the matter of seconds and then they slowly crept along the landing towards the door which was emitting light.
“The girl still playing outside?” he whispered for only his partner to hear.
His partner gave one curt but fluid nod.
The first man counted to three before opening the door and held a gun straight at his target.
“What the?! Who are you people?” David asked stunned by the sudden confrontation.
“We’re hired killers,” the second mans voice came out raspy and gruff.
“Assassins,” the first mans soft but deadly voice ended.
“Wh..” but before David got any further in his question a loud bang thundered through the house.
“Come on, let’s get out of here,” and they were gone in a flash.
The premonition ended.
“Hey? Hey are you ok? Here sit down,” Evan helped her sit down on one of the steps, “Are you ok? You look really pale,”
Will couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying to her. Her fear had come true. She had seen and relived her fathers last day on this earth.
“Alysson?” concerned now.
“No, I’m not,” she panted.
“What happened?” he kept a hand on her shoulder so she didn’t topple to the side.
“Premonition,” was her answer.
“Premonition? You weren’t kidding when you said you were psychic.” His voice rang with surprise again.
She just shook her head for an answer.
“Well what did you see?” he asked, uncertain wether he really wanted to know, “The past or the future?”
“Past,”
“What happened,”
“Dads last moments,”
“Dads?”
“Yes, dads. Mr. Wrights last breath on this earth before he was taken from me,” Will finally met Evans green eyes.
His hand was abruptly of her shoulder like an electric current had run through Will and electrocuted him.
“You’re their daughter? You’re my sister?” he was dumbstruck.
“Yes, I’m Will,” she put her head in her hands trying to stop the tears from flowing down her face.
“What? How? When? Why?” he sputtered.
“I’m sorry for not telling you earlier,” Will sighed and stood up going into the house again and sitting down on the sofa in the front living room.
The door clicked shut behind Evan.
“What do you mean when you say you saw his last moments?” Evan asked.
“I mean I saw his last moments and felt what he was feeling before and as he was shot,” Will answered in a choked voice.
The tears spilled over, uncontrollably.
“It’s ok,” Evans arms wrapped around her and her head rested on his shoulder and she started to cry properly now, forgetting where she was and who was there with her.
All these years she had had to live with the memories of seeing her mum hanging from the banister and the memory of the body bags with her parents in them. All the nightmares she had.
The premonitions, she had had to deal with them all alone. Her grandfather and her god parents were great for support but not close enough. She couldn’t confess her feeling to them easily, so all these years she had bottled up all the sorrow and depression.
Now it was becoming unknotted.
But she could now live easily with one fact which made some part of her joyful amongst all the sadness.
“Calm down, you’re fine, you’re fine,” he comforted her, “You’re not alone anymore. Just let it all out,”
No, she was not alone now.
She now had a brother who she could share some of her feelings with. Someone she didn’t have to hide her feelings from. A total stranger in who she was sure she could trust.
A true brother and blood relative.
