Years ago tragedy struck the Calloway's causing the family to fall apart. Lucariah Augustine St. Francis Calloway was left in the ruins of it all with a mother who couldn't bother and a father who disappeared one night with his older brothers. For...
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Jericho told us to go to his house. Go to his house and leave me with Sophia so the rest of the group can go to the hospital and get Faron's wound patched up. Told us to not hold any information back. Give every last detail; down to the T.
The ride itself was filled with complete silence. Christophen and Ambrosia held hands in the backseat. Whispering to one another occasionally. Faron and I glanced at each other every two seconds.
There was a certain stillness to the air. Waiting for one of us to break. It didn't take long for Christophen to break the tension by releasing a heartbreaking sob.
His fist pounding on the seat below him. Ambrosia slid away from him; putting enough distance to let him get his anger and pain out without causing her any harm.
He buried his head in his hands and cried harder than I've ever seen him cry before. Tugging his hair and silently screaming into the stuffy air.
Chris slumped back into his seat after a moment had passed, warn from mourning the loss of a brother. That- while he wasn't good to me, he loved Christophen and he loved Jericho, and that was enough.
"He killed Zeke," he mumbled, shaking his head like he was finally coming to terms with the idea. His brown eyes falling on me, ignited with a new kind of fury, "he tried to kill you!"
I slumped in my seat, my hair still damp- a reminder of the situation. The gravity behind it all. The feeling of that lingering defeat heavily in my bones.
...the tub had already been filled when I got there. Cold to the touch. It'd been there a while; I'd assume.
Was that his intention all along? To plunge me under and hope for the best? That couldn't be.
"I'll kill him," he declared, breathing heavily through his emotional pain.
"Not if I get him first," I mumbled. The sight of his blood staining the floor would be the most satisfying sights to see. The day Evan dies would be the happiest day on earth. Pity that it's his own son that believes the statement to be true.
I sat with my thoughts a little longer. Venturing off to why I was with Faron to begin. Lith was missing, I almost drowned, Faron was shot, and now Ezekiel was dead. Three out of the four events were caused by one person.
Who's to say he wasn't involved with the first.
My hand tugged at my hair, "my brother called me. He said that my father said she never came home after she finished off back at her dad's house."
His eyes narrowed, "but she did."
My eyes mirrored his, "but she didn't."
He glared in warning, "she. Did. I know."
How did Ian know she got home? He was so sure of it too. And... the tub was already filled... icy to the touch. It'd been there awhile.
My blood ran cold. A sinking feeling settling in my chest. I didn't want to assume, but Evan killed Ezekiel. He had in mind to kill me. What if he...
