A Lonely Road
A/N: This story was co-writen by me(ZexionLover411) and my friend Jordan Chatfield(on Wattpad). Jordan write mostly Melinda's parts and I write Clara's. This story is in 3rd person. Later on in the story the pov will switch between the two women. If Melinda starts a chapter Clara will end it then Clara will start the next and so on.
Summary: Clara and Melinda Kingsley get a call from a man telling them that their grandmother, whom they'd never met, mysteriously died and had left them her entire estate in Holmes Chapel, England. During a Halloween party, a strange voice lures them into the woods away from their world and down a lonely road.
- Prologue-
"Seriously, I hate planes," Melinda complained to her sister, Clara, as she moved a lock of golden hair from her face.
"Well it's not like we can drive there." Clara said matter-of-factly as they walked through the terminal.
"We've never even met this woman." Melinda huffed as she put her four bags down. She took her little silver clutch from under her arm before putting her hands on her hips. Clara stopped walking and rolled her eyes before turning to the younger girl. "My feet are killing me."
"I wonder why." Clara muttered looking down at the metallic silver heels before looking down at her own black converse. Clara was used to her sister's whining by now. "Shut up and deal with it, Mel."
"Bitch." Melinda huffed under her breath. "Look, all I'm saying is that this house is probably a little ranch that needs to be torn down...so why are we going to see it?"
"Because Ramsey wanted us to look at it."
"That's another thing; we don't even know this guy!"
"Look, it's been in the family for a long time and besides it's in England. Think of it as a mini vacation." Clara said. Melinda huffed again.
"Let's just get on the stupid plane." Melinda said before picking up her bags again and walking ahead. As she walked her hips swayed elegantly in her black, form fitting pencil skirt. She had on a white flowy top that was tucked into the skirt, held together by a black and gold belt. Her golden hair was down and came to about the top of her buttocks. Clara shook her head and walked after her.
They got settled in their seats on the plane, Clara by the window and Melinda in the middle seat. Melinda sighed over-dramatically and sat back in her seat as she smoothed out her skirt. Clara pulled her IPod out of her jeans and put in her ear buds before pulling her green hood up and crossing her arms. A woman sat in the seat next to Melinda, who gave the woman a once over before making a face and moving closer to Clara.
They had gotten a call about a week earlier from an unknown number. Usually they wouldn't have answered but something drew them to the phone. The call was from their Grandmother's friend, Ramsey, in England, saying that the woman had unfortunately fallen down a flight of stairs and had sadly died. Now, neither of the girls had met this woman but were persuaded by the friend to come look at the home to decide what to do with it. Melinda wanted to sell it right away but Clara, the wiser of the two, - though Melinda would argue - thought it best to at least go look. Melinda had reluctantly agreed and they'd packed their things before getting on a plane, despite Melinda's protests.
Next Chapter will be longer, this was only a prologue so that's why it was so short. Can't wait to post more.
Thank you for reading.