A/N: omg, I realize I am horrible person. Soooo sorry I haven't posted in a while. Things have been pretty crazy lately, but I won't give you any excuses
Here you go.
Chapter Eleven: You Made A Mistake
Previously on Excido Memorias:
"Oh, my God…"
"What?!"
"It was him…"
"Are you talking about Branden? What is going on here, Ashley?!"
"No! Don't you get it Spence? It was Branden!"
"Branden?"
"Yes! He was there before I was even in the house! He…he was covered in their blood, Spencer…he just let me go past him!"
"Oh my god…"
"It was him, Spencer! Branden killed your family!"
"NO!"
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It was in those short moments where my head stopped pounding that I fully realized what was going on. Someone was trying to kill us.
Trying to kill me.
But wait…why? Why did Branden want to kill me? Who is Branden?
As I asked myself that last question, a small memory flashed inside my head, and I suddenly remembered who he was. He was our delivery boy. He delivered our groceries, every Friday. I used to sit down and talk with him while he put away the stuff that needed to go into the fridge.
He seemed strange to me.
When we talked, he always probed me for information. On myself, my mom, my dad. My whole family. And I answered every question, until he took it too far one day, and I asked him to leave the house. I talked to my mom later that night and asked her to get someone different to deliver.
She said she would, and that next Friday, there was someone new.
I saw him a few times after that. He was sitting in his truck outside our house once, and I asked him to leave before I called the police, and he did. The day I went to spend time with Ashley, I thought I had seen his green truck sitting outside.
But I shook my head, telling myself that it wasn't him.
And we drove off.
Leaving my defenseless family for dead.
And it was all my fault…
I relayed this conversation with myself to Ashley, with some difficulty seeing as my lips didn't want to move completely, but she seemed to understand what I had said. She let me finish my thoughts before she started talking again.
"It was not your fault. I thought I saw his truck too, but I didn't think anything of it. And neither did your family. Its nobody's fault but Branden's."
I nodded my head, calming down.
"Which is why I need to get us out of here, now."
I stared at her for a short moment, before quickly agreeing, Ashley lifting me into a sitting position. She propped my head against her shoulder as she reached over and pulled up a wheelchair.
"Wh-wh…"
I think Ashley speaks Spencer very fluently, because she answered my unasked question with the right response.
"I grabbed it earlier when you fell asleep. It was just sitting in the hallway."
I tried to nod, but my neck wouldn't move very much.
She positioned the chair at the side of the bed, nudging the brakes into place to keep the chair from moving away. With surprising strength, she lifted me up and placed me into the chair, covering my body with a blanket.
"Okay, Spence. Hold on."
I didn't have time to ponder her statement. As soon as I heard the slight squeak of the door hinge, we were bolting down the hallway, dodging food carts and some straggler patients that were wandering around the corridors. With some awesome speed, she wheeled me right out of the side doors, and up to her SUV, carefully hoisting me inside, and taking off.
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"Spence? You okay?"
I was surprised to learn that I could turn my neck finally. I looked at the side of her face, because she was driving, and I nodded slightly. The muscles in my neck were sore, and I could feel the small bump on the back. I looked down at my hand, and flexed my fingers. My movement was coming back!
Thank God.
Ashley glanced over at my moving hand, and covered it with her own.
"You're getting your movement back. Great!"
She seemed genuinely happy to see that I could move some of me again. She kept her hand like that the entire way back to her house. It took two hours, and by the time she pulled up in the driveway, I could move almost every part of my body again.
She turned off the engine, and looked at me. I swiveled my neck slowly to face her.
"I will be right back. I'm gonna grab us some stuff. I'll only be gone for three minutes, tops, okay?"
"Okay."
I gave her a weak smile, my muscles still aching, and she kissed my forehead, whispering that she'd be just a minute. I looked around the street I was sitting on, taking in my surroundings. Then I noticed something.
A green truck.
No, it couldn't be.
Could it?
As this thought hit my brain, a man stepped out of the truck. He was tall, I'd guess around six foot two or so, and he had dark hair. I couldn't quite make out the color, as my eyes were still a little unfocused.
But then I saw his face.
I saw it clearly.
That's impossible…
He walked slowly up to the side of Ashley's truck, cupping his hands around his face to peer inside. I ducked down in the seat as far as I could go, covering myself with the blanket and trying not to move at all. I peeked out of a small hole in the top of the blanket, and watched him as he moved outside.
He seemed to not see me.
He looked past the truck, and at Ashley's house. I heard his clunky boots stride up the driveway and into the garage, before I realized what was happening, and who was inside.
He was going after Ashley.
