Chapter 17: Ready Or Not, Here I Come
Billy stared at the picture of Caitie and Jaime he'd taken from Caitie's apartment. It was tacked to
the wall above the TV in his mansion.
He hated that he wasn't in the picture, so he took another picture of himself, cut it out, and pasted it
next to Caitie.
"I'm coming soon my love. I know where you are. And you and me and Jaime will live happily
together, here. Here in my kingdom." He blew smoke from his cigarette. Then as he continued to
speak, his tone grew angry. "I was never good enough for you. Well look Caitie. I have money now.
You have to take me in. I can take care of you. I can take care of you forever. My bags are packed,
I'm ready to go. Ready or not, here I come."
Caitie and Jaime told everyone the good news. Everyone was happy. Caitie made a huge
celebration breakfast. They all enjoyed it together. Later they all went to see a movie, and spent the
night at the casinos in Las Vegas, and on the Roller Coasters.
At about Mid-Night, they came home, with little Jaime being held by Jaime Waite, as he slept.
"He's knocked out." Caitie said.
"Yeah." Jaime answered with a laugh.
John turned the keys and opened the door. When he turned on the lights, the most awful site lie
before there eyes. Jaime's house was torn from limb to limb. Nothing was spared. Not even the wall
paper.
Jaime handed Caitie her son, and Caitie waited by the door, as Jaime and John searched the house.
Caitie was horrified. She was shaking, and she squeezed Jaime as tight as she could causing him to
wake.
John came back. "There's no one here." He offered to take Jaime, but Caitie wouldn't let him
out of her arms. Jaime ran back to her and wiped away the tears that fell from her eyes. She stared
back into his and tried to speak, but she couldn't.
"Caitie, it's O.K."
"No. No Jaime it's not."
"Caitie?"
"This is my fault Jaime."
"Caitie! This isn't your fault."
She walked forward scanning the room. Images of her own destroyed apartment flashed back in her
mind. She turned looking at everything. Still shaking she turned back to Jaime and John who were
staring at her wonderingly. Her eyes were big.
"Caitie, what's going on?" Jaime asked.
"Caitie?" Asked John.
She turned her head away from them and looked back at the wreck. She took her seat on the couch,
and Jaime started to shift in her arms. She looked down at him, but he still didn't wake. Jaime and
John sat next to her. Without facing either of them, Caitie said, "There's something I need to tell you."
Billy stared at the picture of Caitie and Jaime he'd taken from Caitie's apartment. It was tacked to
the wall above the TV in his mansion.
He hated that he wasn't in the picture, so he took another picture of himself, cut it out, and pasted it
next to Caitie.
"I'm coming soon my love. I know where you are. And you and me and Jaime will live happily
together, here. Here in my kingdom." He blew smoke from his cigarette. Then as he continued to
speak, his tone grew angry. "I was never good enough for you. Well look Caitie. I have money now.
You have to take me in. I can take care of you. I can take care of you forever. My bags are packed,
I'm ready to go. Ready or not, here I come."
Caitie and Jaime told everyone the good news. Everyone was happy. Caitie made a huge
celebration breakfast. They all enjoyed it together. Later they all went to see a movie, and spent the
night at the casinos in Las Vegas, and on the Roller Coasters.
At about Mid-Night, they came home, with little Jaime being held by Jaime Waite, as he slept.
"He's knocked out." Caitie said.
"Yeah." Jaime answered with a laugh.
John turned the keys and opened the door. When he turned on the lights, the most awful site lie
before there eyes. Jaime's house was torn from limb to limb. Nothing was spared. Not even the wall
paper.
Jaime handed Caitie her son, and Caitie waited by the door, as Jaime and John searched the house.
Caitie was horrified. She was shaking, and she squeezed Jaime as tight as she could causing him to
wake.
John came back. "There's no one here." He offered to take Jaime, but Caitie wouldn't let him
out of her arms. Jaime ran back to her and wiped away the tears that fell from her eyes. She stared
back into his and tried to speak, but she couldn't.
"Caitie, it's O.K."
"No. No Jaime it's not."
"Caitie?"
"This is my fault Jaime."
"Caitie! This isn't your fault."
She walked forward scanning the room. Images of her own destroyed apartment flashed back in her
mind. She turned looking at everything. Still shaking she turned back to Jaime and John who were
staring at her wonderingly. Her eyes were big.
"Caitie, what's going on?" Jaime asked.
"Caitie?" Asked John.
She turned her head away from them and looked back at the wreck. She took her seat on the couch,
and Jaime started to shift in her arms. She looked down at him, but he still didn't wake. Jaime and
John sat next to her. Without facing either of them, Caitie said, "There's something I need to tell you."