by A. G. Hobson
“Don’t say one word or I will kill all three of you.” a high pitched voice snarls. We all turn to face her and Trixie grabs me tight into her arms. “You said if I cooperated you wouldn’t hurt them.” Trixie sniffs.
“You killed my husband!” she screams. I grab my mouth and we walk back to where Scott is standing.
“Who is your husband?” Scott asks.
“Don’t get cute with me lover boy. The man you left for dead in the field. That was my Charlie! Now he is dead.”
“Umm you were there?” I stutter.
“Of course. We were coming back to bury that loser and get that 50,000 watch that your little friend snatched. It would have covered what that thief owed us.” She explains.
“I am so sorry, but your husband was going to kill us. I just went to help find Kelton.”
“Shut up! I heard the story. Now where is the watch?” She pulls out a shiny silver gun and points it at us.
“They don’t have the watch lady. Leave them alone!” she steps forward but I grab her shoulder. “Don’t aunt Trixie. I have seen where this goes.” I eye her, she nods and steps back.
“Where is the watch? I saw the other beauty queen take it!” she screams looking around the room for any others that may be in the house.
“We don’t have it. I swear.” I plead. She starts to pace.
“If I don’t get that money I will be tortured and killed. What we did to Worchester will be a walk in the park. And trust me, I don’t plan on meeting Tornio alone.”
I look at Scott who is inching along the wall. “I said don’t move!” she panics holding the gun directly on him. Guns have been pointed at us all day and I am exhausted.
“My friend has the watch okay? So I will have to go and get it, besides his parents will be home very soon.” I tilt my head toward Scott.
“This is what were are going to do, you two will lead the way to the watch and I will keep your aunt with me and follow.” She shifts the guns waving it at us. I sigh. I wish I had mind powers so that I could get that gun from her without anyone getting hurt.
“Let’s go!” she yells. I run up the stairs and grab my keys. I think if I should warn Eva, but I can’t risk her telling the police. I also pray that the detectives are gone by the time we get there. I speed down the stairs and she is holding the gun to Trixie’s head. I close my eyes to make sure she doesn’t shoot. “Nothing!” I shout out in frustration. They all turn to me. I drop my head and proceed to my trusty thunderbird.
Scott watches as I turn the corners. The car threatens to tip as I hit the curb hard. I fear that she will shoot my aunt anyway. I believe she wants vengeance as well as the expensive watch.
“Why did Kelton owe them so much money?” Scott says holding on to the dash.
“Who knows” I respond a little anxiously.
“Take it easy Sienna, you are going to kill us.”
“I’m just trying to save my aunt right now Scott.”
We arrive at Eva’s and I survey the streets. I don’t see any sign of the detectives that were there earlier. I jump out and approach the doors of her condo. I take out my phone and call.
“Eva, bring down the watch now.” I demand.
“Okay.”
I tap my foot as I wait for her to appear at the door. And when she does she is holding the beautiful watch in hand. I grab it from her and instruct her to go back inside. She does not protest. I run up to the truck where this hag has my aunt. She waves for me to get inside. I hand the watch over to her. She smiles as she rubs her hand across the diamonds.
“Well you guys are more resourceful than I and Charlie are. Maybe I should enlist you to be my partners. I mean you got things done faster than we could. I’ll be seeing you around honey. I know where your boyfriend lives, so I will always have the connection. And I know you won’t go to the police, because…well, you did kill my husband.” She laughs. I grab Trixie’s hand and we hop out. She speeds off leaving us standing in front of Eva’s condo. We run and jump back into my car and I kiss Scott.
“Well? Is it over?”
“I believe so.” I lie. I want him to be at ease. Prom is coming, he has graduation and then college to think about.
CHAPTER 18
The next week is a very scary one. I don’t know the woman’s name or whereabouts. I secretly wonder when they will find the bodies of Kelton and the awful man we now know as Charlie. Every day I faithfully watch the local and Chicago news for their discovery.
I stare at my dress that hangs on a hook. The gold sparkling material dances in front of my eyes. I am mesmerized by its beauty. I reach out to touch the fabric. I have been through so much in a short time. I’ve discovered that I have an ability from a family curse, I witnessed my best friend’s new boyfriend get murdered, I myself murdered a man, got kidnapped by his wife, and to top it off I got a boyfriend, and lost my virginity. Life is certainly unpredictable. I bathe and quickly dress. Scott and Eva will be here shortly. My mom enters and styles my hair. I finish the up-do off with a beautiful butterfly hairpin, ‘to represent my transformation’ aunt Trixie so eloquently put it. My dad stares at me as I exit my room and head down the stairs. My eyes rest on Scott who is wearing the most exquisite tux ever, at least I think so.
“Sienna I am so glad I was here to see you off. You are so beautiful.” My dad tears as he speaks. I roll my eyes and embrace them both before I am whisked away by Scott. He holds my hand as I step into the Range Rover. He helps Eva inside and we head toward our destination.
Prom is as boring as a first dance. The girls stand on one side and the boys on the other. I believe no one wants to get their clothes wrinkled. The theme is very creative. All of the seniors are dressed as 007 characters. The guys are in Bond wear and the girls are sexy seductress’. The DJ starts to play ‘Party hard’, which is Eva’s favorite song and she sashays out to the dance floor. Several guys fall over themselves to follow. Her action kicks start the dancing and we groove the night away.
After prom is over we stay in a hotel room where the prom is hosted. We spend the night laughing and joking with a few of Scott’s friends. The next morning I get out of the double bed across from Eva and some creep she inadvertently screwed just for the sake of doing so. I feel for her because she is in need of love, whether it be from Kelton or her overly busy parents. This jerk just happened to be present so he got lucky. He provided the booze so we all were pretty toasted. But that didn’t mask the crying I heard from Eva late in the night. I brush my hair and nudge her to see if she would like to go to the lobby for the complimentary continental breakfast the hotel promises with every visit. She agrees but runs to the rest room to gather herself. I eye the a-hole she casually offered the most important thing we have to give. He smiles and tosses the covers over his mussed hair. I look over at Scott who is deliciously scrumptious while sleeping. Eva bursts from the restroom like a rock star and we go down to the buffet.
“How was it?” I ask, breaking the buttery biscuit in half and stuffing it into my mouth.
“How was what Sienna?” she smiles devilishly.
“Don’t play with me Eva. I heard the two of you last night. How was your first time?”
“I guess it was okay, since it was a week ago.”
I gasp. “With who? When? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Hold on, one question at a time. First, I was feeling down about the whole Chicago thing. So I called Devin over and… we sort of did it. Several times.” She covers her eyes.
“You mean to tell me that you have been keeping that from me for a week?” I scowl at her.
“I just really enjoyed it and he was very cool about it.”
“Well why were you crying last night? I heard you crying didn’t I?”
“Yea…I just didn’t’ like Vincent. He wasn’t gentle and I thought about Kelton and how this night would have been perfect if he were here.” She sniffs. We decide to nix the conversation and eat our breakfast.
When we get back to the room Scotty is dr
essed and ready to go. The douche Vincent who came to be with Eva has packed it up and hauled it out. She doesn’t seem to mind as she packs her bag to head home.
Sunday Scott and I spend the day together snuggling in my room. I close my eyes to try and envision what’s to come but my ability is on vacation. I haven’t had a glimpse into the future for a while. When the show we are watching ends we turn the channel and there is a breaking news alert.
“This is a breaking news story. Earlier this morning the bodies of two males were found in a Chicago suburb. One of the men is believed to be the body of Kelton Worchester. The clothes he was last reported wearing, were found on a badly decayed body. The second man was wearing a utility company uniform. The police has determined that they were murdered days apart. We will have more information as the story develops.”
I sit up and yank away from Scott, he slides to the edge of the bed. We stare at one another for moments before speaking.
“You got what you wanted Sienna, they found him. Now what?” he asks.
“I don’t know.” We glare at one another hoping things work themselves out. “You are graduating in two weeks and will be in college in the fall concentrate on that and nothing else and you will be fine.”
Eva calls in a panic about the watch. She wants to know if it is well hidden.
“I gave it to someone. It will not be traced back to us.”
“Are you sure? Try and get confirmation.”
“I have been trying. I can’t get anything. I tried to see if Trixie could get something but she has nothing. I believe she is extremely angry with me. She only answered my call once. She loves her quiet life. And I respect that.”
“Well you better make sure we are not placed at that scene, because you killed that man not me.”
“You are the one that took the watch Eva! And besides I did it to save your life.”
“If it weren’t for you, I would have never been there!”
“If it were not for me, you would be dead too!”
“Goodbye Sienna!”
I instantly regret my words. Eva is just scared and I understand that. I guess we will not be hanging out anytime soon. She wants to be certain that the watch is gone.
I’m glued to the television. The news is my newest obsession. As the weeks roll by Kelton’s and Charlie’s identity is confirmed. They attempt to cross reference so that they can connect the two of them. I know that they will eventually, if they have not already discovered that they were killed with the same weapon. And the woman who held a gun on us, for the now revealed price of 100,000 watch, is gracing the TV as often as possible grieving for her terrible murderous husband. Her name is Lynn Hutchins. I hate looking at her while she balls on the television screen day after day like she is an innocent grieving widow. But I am certainly grateful that she is too afraid of getting caught herself to turn us in.
Scott and I have not seen one another in a few days. He has been preparing for graduation. The feeling is bittersweet. Scott is super excited about leaving Fremont and becoming an adult. I super excited for him. But I am going to miss him like crazy. I believe our relationship will survive the short distance that will be between us. I lie down after staring at the TV for hours. I snuggle beneath the covers and close my eyes. Finally after about a month a vision starts to form in my mind. I remain still and let it play like a movie.
I see Scott in his dorm. He is a few pounds heavier than he is now. I assume years has passed because he looks older. He is even more handsome than he is now. His hair is not the same. He has cut it shorter. The beautiful curls that I love to fondle has been chopped off. It lies very neat and flat. I kind of like it though. He makes sock balls and dunks them in a basket he has mounted on the door. I watch and laugh as he shoots one after the other. I actually look different as well. My hair is bone straight like I have been to the salon. I look mature. I am dressed in a cream blouse that shows a preview of what is beneath. It has a thin belt the ties in the back. I have on a pair of black capris and wedged wheat colored sandals.
“What did you want to talk to me about today? You rushed me away from home. I have three classes tomorrow so you need to make it quick.” I say sitting on the edge of his twin bed, tapping my foot. He tosses the sock ball into the basket and walks over to a cherry oak colored dresser. He pulls a little pink plastic bag from it. He walks over to where I am sitting.
“I have been in love with you for a long time Sienna. I remember the day you enrolled in Fremont. You were shy and so adorable. Being friends, best friends, for three years laid the foundation for the wonderful relationship we have maintained for the last four years. Now you are a junior and on your way to a successful career. I am so glad that we experienced life together so far and I want to ensure that is how it will be forever.”
I start to cry. He pulls a black box from the bag and pops it open. A beautiful pear shaped diamond jumps out at me. Surprise does not consume me. I feel calm and at ease. He kneels down on one knee. “I am graduating in two months and I want to walk across the stage and into a new life. I am moving back into town. I have a job lined up and I want us to move in together.”
I smile patiently waiting for what I know is next.
“Sienna Young, will you marry me?” he presents a nervous and paralyzing smile.
“Of course I will Scotty.” I say grabbing him around the neck. I let a river of tears flow. He stands and lifts me up to meet a sweet celebratory kiss. He slides the ring onto my finger and it feels like home.
“You aren’t surprised are you?”
“No. I knew as soon as I saw the pink bag.” He gently grips my chin between his fingers. I hold my hand high in the air and glare at the sealed promise that he is mine until death.
“I knew I couldn’t get anything by my pretty little dreamer.” He smiles.
My eyes pop open and I am happy that my visions have returned to me. After the murder, I couldn’t see anything. And I now appreciate seeing what the fate of my friends and family will be. I close my eyes once more and think of how I welcome my ability. I pray that they will remain beautiful dreams and pretty visions. Although I know it will not always be that way, I have the power to change things for the better. So for now I will enjoy the road to my destiny as I continue my transformation and wait for the day that my vision comes to past. ~
THE END
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