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I.D.O. Chapter Two – Mother No More

Posted in Fiction, I Died Once, Novel, Story, Writing with tags , , , , on September 30, 2011 by darkjade68

“I Died Once” – Writing Project

by DarkJade

CHAPTER TWO (Part One) – Mother No More

Slowly I brought my head out of the water, and peeked over the ridge of the pool. My dark blue eyes piercing through the darkness, into our living room inside.

Fred looked to be holding one of our ivory horse bookends. He sat it down, and grabbed my mother’s feet as she lay motionless on the floor.

The next things that happened became a bit of a blur, but I believe he wrapped her in her favorite African rug, a gift from my mysterious father.

He then made his way to my room, he looked to be holding a gun. I watched, frozen, in shock, and horror.

When he reached my room, he didn’t turn on my light. He simply fired three shots into my bed. We had no nearby neighbors, so no one was likely to hear the shots, or see the flashing of light through my window. No one but me.

After this, he went back to the living room, picked up my mother who was now wrapped in the African rug, and took her out the front door. I assume he put the body in the trunk of his car. He then drove off.

In a trance of a sort, I got out of the pool, grabbed my pajamas, and went inside the house. I hesitantly made my way into the living room, holding my pajamas in my arms. There was a small amount of blood on the floor, and I was dripping water.

I quickly made my way to my bedroom where my bedding and bed had been ripped up from the gun shots. I got some clothes on, sat down at my desk, wrote a short note and put it in an envelope. I then opened a wooden box, said to have been sent from my father from Africa. Inside of it I took out a scrap of paper with an address in Africa on it, I copied the address onto the envelope.

I then ran outside and put the note into the mail box.

After this, I went to Tommy’s home, he said I could stay with them well I waited.

And waited I did.

I simply told his parents that they were fumigating our estate, and I didn’t want to stay in a hotel with my mother and Fred, who was actually my step father.

What a shock it must have been for Fred, when the next morning he found that my body wasn’t there.

He favored himself a hunter, and so I would imagine the hunt was on.

Each day I would make my way to my mothers estate hiding in the bushes near the long half circle driveway. For the first few days, the Police would come, I avoided the days they would search for me.

How did he explain it, originally his plan might have been that my mother shot me, and then disappeared. But what now, my mother and I simply left town?

And what about my mother’s body. How can he place the body somewhere where they could find it and still hope for her inheritance, when I am still missing. If her money is what he’s after.

He must be very stressed right now, very stressed indeed. With this I smile slightly.

After a week or so of doing this, I had got into a bit of a routine. A simple breakfast with Tommy’s family, and when I say simple, I mean boxed cereal. Followed by a journey from their home to my mother’s estate, where I lay behind the bushes and watch Fred tear out of the driveway in his little silver convertible that my mother bought him last Valentines Day. Happy V-Day Fred. And then he’d return skidding into the long curved driveway, and rush inside the house.

Poor Betsy was let go at some point, I don’t think Fred wanted anyone else around.

And to be honest with you, Fred wasn’t all together that couth. At this point, I think he had become the main suspect, as detective’s came and went frequently.

To Be Continued in Chapter Two (Part Two)…

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I.D.O. Chapter One – State of Murder

Posted in Fiction, I Died Once, Novel, Story, Writing with tags , , , , on September 30, 2011 by darkjade68

Just a Note to my Readers, “I Died Once” is just a Working Title. Chances are it will not be the Final Name. Enjoy

“I Died Once”

by DarkJade

CHAPTER ONE – State of Murder

I sat alone, legs crossed, in my short black skirt in the waiting room of yet another know all, fix all Quack of my mothers finding.

I am a fifteen year old girl, five foot eight, lean, dark haired, blue eyed, with skin not as fair as I might like.

I crossed my arms tightly, feeling the softness of my dark blue sweater, a gift from my fathers mother, some two or three Christmas’s ago.

My father… What a joke that is, a “Pilot in Africa” they say. How nondescript.

“Caroline Monroe” the nurse called out, I pretended not to hear her. Besides, my name is Mady. My mothers, mothers, mothers name. Madeline that is.

“Excuse me miss, are you Miss Caroline Monroe?” the nurse leaned over at me.

“Mady…” I replied. “Oh yes, your mother mentioned you go by Mady”.

“Nice of you to listen…” I spat, and rose from my seat, and grabbed my small blue rhinestone bag. A gift from a cousin… Well, actually, I took it.

The next two or so hours would be the non-interested Doctor Spiner asking me many, many questions. And lets face it, who cares what the answers were, in the end it would all be the same.

“Now Caroline…” “Mady!” I replied profusely. “Oh yes, your mother mentioned that you prefer your middle name”. “Did she now” I sighed. “Now Mady, I want you to take two of these pills twice a day…” he handed me a large bottle. “It will help you to relax”.

On the long ride home, going anywhere with my mother was a long ride home, I stared blankly out the window which was open slightly. Discretely I would drop one pill after another onto the outside road. “Plink, Plink, Plink”.

When we arrived at my mothers home, a large estate left to her from her industrious father, I quickly made my way up the long windy stairs– “Now Mady…” but not quickly enough. I turned to face her.

Now my mother had a long faced countenance, and over dressed for every occasion. I believe she was wearing a ball gown.

“Yes Mother” I replied. “Betsy is preparing a fine dinner, do be back down in no more than fifteen minutes will you darling…” “Okey Dokey…” I turned away. “Your father and I shall be going out…” I turned and faced her once more. “Fred is not my father…” “Oh Mady, must you be so–” “Honest? Yes” I interjected. “I was going to say–” but I was already up the stairs, and into my room SLAM! “–difficult” she muttered to herself.

As I sat alone in the dark, staring at the ceiling, I could here Betsy quietly enter and set a tray of food on my desk. She always did, she wasn’t so bad. But she wasn’t worth staying for.

Roast beef, mashed potatoes with gravy, and a big fluffy roll… How delightful. Tommy would really like this.

Just then a small pebble struck my window, as it did every evening at this hour. I opened my window to see Tommy Wilkens standing down below. As he always did.

I quickly lowered down the food tray to him, and then back up again. “Thank you Mady…” he whispered just audibly enough that I should hear him, and I waved to him as he snuck off to his home, some one or two miles down the road. His family lived in a back shack of another estate, as his father was their Gardner.

Tommy’s family was very poor however, as the job did not pay well, being at the mercy of the tightly fisted Johnsons. I had fed him for years. Who would feed him when I was gone?

When midnight struck, I made my way to our large pool in the back. Beyond Mothers Roses.

Before the pool, I stripped down completely, why ruin a perfectly good set of flannel pajamas. And dove in…

Under the water was beautiful, and quiet. Above I could see all the brilliant stars.

Now I was a decent swimmer, so this may take a few minutes as I sat on the bottom of the pool. And that’s when I heard the scream.

End of Chapter One

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