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call him that. It –”
uh…” Darla stuttered.
I meant,” Robert said, lying with a straight face,
“was that since I’ve been taking care of your
mother, it feels like my son. I am in no way the father
of this baby. I was… out of town at the time it was
nodded. “Of course.” She pushed her dirty-blonde
hair from her eyes. “I guess am just so shocked that
my mother was pregnant in the first place.”
still remained unsure.
Kassie urged Patrick. “We have to make sure your room
followed Kassie up the stairs. “Do you believe what
spun around. “What? Of course I do. It is absurd.”
Kassie exclaimed. “My mother has been a devout
Catholic since I was a child. There is hardly a chance
she’d have lusted over another man, let alone conceive
nodded, but he doubts remained.
in the kitchen, Darla spooned a yogurt cup.
was close,” Robert said, breathing a sigh of relief.
“From now on, I am not going to say anything unless
they are out of this house.”
everything alright?” Robert asked.
raised her head ever so slightly, and spoke in a worried
tone. “I’m not sure we’re going to get away with
it. And if we do, I’m not going to Heaven.”
King sat in the dining room. He was looking at yet
another editorial in the Presence Chronicle.
John Johnson,” he cursed aloud. “Damn everyone who
has been writing such things about our family. ‘Adam
King is a disgrace to humans in general,’ he writes,
‘and he represents his whole family quite well.’
just sick of waiting to hear about Adam.” Constance
King entered the room with her hair tied up in an elegant
bun, and a silver gown. “And you worry about the King
turns to his wife. “You are looking beautiful, as
turned to her husband. “And you look pig-headed, as
got ready to give a comeback, but the phone rang.
“Henderson!” he called out.
left. His wife got sick, and I said he could go.”
Constance moved to the phone. “I’ll get it.”
better not be damn reporter. We have no comments.”
answered. “It’s John.” Her voice was lackluster,
as if she wasn’t excited to hear her own son.
him on speakerphone,” Julian said excitedly.
touched a button, and the voice of a young man came over
the speaker. “Mother? Father? It’s been a while.”
certainly has. We haven’t been in touch for several
months. How are politics going?” Julian said.
are going great. Being mayor is simple enough… when I
can get everyone else to do the work. I just cut the
ribbon and get in the picture.” John’s voice
crackled then became clear again.
did you kick down to get to the top?” Constance asked
didn’t he kick down?!” Julian spoke forcefully, but
happily. “Our son’s a true King, through and
backed away from the phone, and sat on the far side of
heard about Adam. Shame, isn’t it? I’m feeling the
heat all the way here.” John was unsympathetic. “I
have a meeting to get to. Sorry the chat was so
God…” Constance whispered under her breath.
you son. Visit some time!” Julian hung up. “Good
didn’t answer. She turned around, and quietly made her
now I’m going to jail because of you! You are selfish.
What are you getting out of this anyways? I killed a
man, and now it’s as if you’ve hated me all your
Brianna Huber cooed, listening to Mateo
Consuelos’ brother speak. She quickly moved
behind a large group of evergreen shrubs in her yard.
She strained to hear.
I’m going to be damned if you are going to get me
Brianna thought excitedly. This is getting
is your own doing!” Skye
Lore blasted back, finally getting word in. “And
don’t get angry at me. I’m the only way out of this
could you help me? You’ll probably say that going to
the police and confessing will be the fourth missing
prophecy. ‘Confess!’ you’ll say. ‘You’ll be
free afterwards.’ I almost killed my own brother.”
shook her head. “If it was the fourth prophecy, I
assure you it would save you somehow. I wasn’t wrong,
mind you. You never bewared of Mateo. And you’ll pay
pulled a pad of paper from her purse and began jotting
down notes feverishly.
“I’ve seen you lately. You are getting weaker. I
shifted slightly. “I… I have just been keeping low,
that’s all. I don’t want anyone to start getting
suspicious that demons have invaded my body and given me
special powers… not that they’d believe me.”
again…” Brianna breathed. “I think they
re-released The Exorcist just for me! This is the
perfect time for a story like this. The public will
one all your powers are gone, you’ll act like a real
person, with a real past,” Dean said, turning around.
“Because I murdered someone, and that’s no joke.”
is this about murder?” Mateo exclaimed, come out of
Dean stuttered for an answer, a police cruiser pulled up
to the driveway. And they had tracked down the man they
Evans answered the door as soon as the doorbell
rang. As she swung it open, and man stood there with a
am so sorry, m’am,” he began, “but I forgot this
one model you ordered. I almost delivered it to the
wrong house. I didn’t think big companies used hand
written labels anymore.”
thanked the man, and placed the packages in the living
room. She needed to work, but had so much on her mind.
she whispered to herself, vengefully. “I knew you have
stooped low, but stealing Giovanni away from me is the
last straw. I will find a way to get back at you.”
Presence Shopping Plaza
“Whose fault is it, then? How could mom and dad have dealt with the loss of a daughter?”
Gillian Evans cried
out, running up to her best friend. “What are you
doing here? I thought you’d be at home with the
police. I heard the news… I’m so sorry. We just
haven’t been able to meet up for a while.”
was glad to see her. “I was just looking around. I
needed to get out of my house for a while. It has been
hard dealing with my mother’s death… and my father
so sorry!” Gillian said, coming closer. “My problems
seem so trivial compared to yours.” She paused. “I
guess you’ve heard of Adam’s escape?”
nods. “Of course… I – I was one of the first to be
pulled Iris down to the bench in the mall. Gillian’s
red hair streaked around her head, and she wore a tight
fitting red sweater with a pair of blue jeans. Iris wore
a an equally beautiful blouse. “Tell me everything!
How did you get the news? The police?”
shook her head. “No. They told me quickly, but I found
out another way.”
paused, and placed one of her fingers on her fleshly
lipsticked lips. “The radio?”
But they were good – ” Iris pushed a strand of hair
that had escaped onto her forehead. “It was much
one the night my mother was… murdered,” (the words
could still not come easily), “I found out. Giovanni
was at my house…”
Gillian asked, almost jealously. “What was he doing
eyed her friend. “Just for a rest. Needless to say, he
left very quickly, but I was payed a visit by someone I
never would have expected.”
could it have – ?” Gillian pause, but took a long
look of her friend’s face. “Oh, my God… did he…?
nodded excitedly. “Me and Wyle have him gagged in the
basement. I knocked him out with a chair!” Iris
laughed a bit, and leaned closer and began to whisper.
“And I’m blonde, too.”
don’t believe it.” It took only one look. “But
it’s true, isn’t it? Adam King? Oh, my God! This is
so juicy. Has anyone found out yet?”
Only you and Wyle… and it is going to stay that way,
okay? You don’t breathe a word of this. Do you
looked like she was bursting. “All right. But isn’t
shrugged. “He actually seems harmless enough. He got a
good whack.” She smiled. “But I do believe you had
something to say when you spotted me. I can see it on
nothing like your news… well, it isn’t even
with it, then!”
me and Giovanni – ” Gillian started.
mean that guy your mother is going out with?” Iris
thought for a second. “And he was the one you wanted
me to go out with a while back. Have you come up with a
different dastardly scheme to lure him from your
stared at her friend in awe, only wondering if it was a
scheme, or for real feelings.
Torres paced around in the basement. He walked around Adam
King’s gagged up body, wondering what to do next.
need to get rid of you,” Wyle gnarled. “You have
caused one too many problems with my family.”
tried to speak, but his voice was just a loud muffle.
want to speak?” Wyle slapped him in the face. “Too
bad. So sad.” He walked around behind the chair Adam
was seated on. “In order to get rid of you, I need to
make sure of one thing. One very important thing.”
remained silent, straining for the answer.
death has to be by suicide.” Wyle pulled a syringe
from a small drawer in the basement tool box. He pulled
some liquid into it from a small vial.”
Adam yelled, deciphered only as the word ‘Stop!’
late,” Wyle said, and he inserted the needle into
Adam’s arm. With him wearing black gloves, no
fingerprints were made.