Alicia's Revenge: Chapter Nineteen
Alicia had been watching Faith and Maurice's apartment for two days. She had read about the time of Rose's funeral from reading the paper and knew when they would be gone. She had snuck into their apartment during the funeral. She was becoming an expert at break and enter's. She couldn't believe that security was so bad in these buildings. All she had to do was wait for an elderly lady to come out and tell her she was visiting relatives in the building and that she was locked out. They lady had let her in, no problem.
This time, she wasn't interested in Maurice or Faith. She only wanted to see Dallas's room. She needed to be close to him. She needed to lay on his bed and see his toys and clothes. She had been feeling very lonly for him these last few days. She could feel the ache inside, so much it hurt. Her son, her beautiful son, living with someone other than her. It was too much.
She had walked down the hall and found the bedroom. It was clear to her that he shared a room with his sister. It was a sweet room, she had to admit that. It was painted a pale yellow with a white border all around. The double bed had a yellow comforter with matching pillows and a small white knit blanket folded up on the edge. It was very similar to the spare bedroom at their old apartment. There was a huge blue rug that took up most of the room. It made the room look cozy and inviting. The window had beautiful soft blue curtins, held back by thin yellow silk ribbons. The room was filled with toys. Expensive toys. There was a Little Tykes kitchenette, washer and dryer set and matching microwave. She figured that was mostly for the little girl. There was a Little Tykes workbench, complete with all of the tools and accessories. There was every kind of truck and race car you could imagine. There were dolls and little tea sets, with a small table in the middle of the room.
She had gone to the double closet and looked inside. There was a side for each of them. The clothes that hung from those racks were expensive. They had more shirts and pants and shoes and accessories than any two kids she had ever known. The thing that bothered her was that some of the outfits were matching. She became angry when she realized what they were trying to do. They were trying to pass of her son as a twin! They DID look alike, she would admit that. But they were half brother and sister! And they were only a few months apart. Anyone would look at them and think that they were twins. But there were only a few people who knew the truth...and Alicia was one of them. She sifted through the clothes, crying. She was looking at her sons clothes, trying to imagine what he looked like in them. How sad! She should have been the one to buy the clothes! She was his mother! NOT Faith!
She had looked around some more and had taken a few pictures of Dallas that she found in a photo album. She also took a toy fire engine that was in the toy box. She would save it for when he was living with her.
She had left that day feeling a little better. She would go back one more time to see if they had any cash lying around. It would take a lot of money to get her and Dallas to another state and get started again.
She knew that Dallas and the other kid were back at that house with the African American couple. She had gone out there again and stayed in the bushes to see if she could catch Dallas playing, but the couple were always outside with them and looking around to see if she was near. They knew about her, she was sure of that. She knew that they had the kids so that Faith and Maurice could attend to the wake and funeral. What great friends they have, she had thought, sourly.
The blinds in their house were closed, the doors locked. She had tried the front door again when she knew they were all asleep. She had waited in those woods for four hours, just waiting for her chance to get inside and see Dallas again. But it was too risky. They would be waiting for her. Damn! She shouldn't have slammed the door like that! And she never should have put the bracelet on his arm! Stupid! They would know that he couldn't have fastened it himself!
She had been quite lucky so far. She had been in the right place at the right time. Every time. She always knew where they were going and who they were staying with. The truth was, that she was a very good spy. She could have made it in the private detective business. She was great at staying out of sight and she was even better at following. She had sat outside their building for hours, just to get a glimpse of the family.She hoped her luck would keep up until she could grab Dallas and make her escape.
On this particular day, she was determined to get inside the building again. She had sat outside the building for about three hours before she saw the African American lady pull up and park her SUV. She went inside and about ten minutes later, came out with Faith and the kids. They were dressed like they were going to the beach.
Alicia crept closer to them, careful not to make noise. She pushed her way through the bush, ignoring the scratches she was getting on her arms and legs. No one said it was easy to spy on people...you did what you had to do. She watched as Faith put Dallas and the little girl into the truck, and buckled their seatbelts. She shut the door and walked around to the back of the vehicle.
" So, he's just gonna lie there?" the lady asked, as she opened the hatch.
" Who knows, Sasha? He's been like a zombie! I don't know what to do with him!" she said, throwing her hands up.
" Well, he's just gonna have to snap out of it, then. You know he will, Faith. Just give him time." Sasha said, giving Faith a pat on the shoulder.
They both said something else, but Alicia couldn't hear the whole conversation because a firetruck came barreling by and the sound of the horn drowned out what they were saying.
" ...........so, he'll be there tonight, then?" Sasha asked.
Faith nodded and they got into the SUV and drove away.
Alicia stood up and brushed off her arms and legs. Perfect! They were all gonna be out of the house tonight! It was the best time to go in and look for the money.
She decided to go back to the hotel and take a nap. Then she could go turn a couple of tricks and make enough money to stay at the hotel for a few more days.
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Faith walked angrily down the hall and out into the kitchen. She wiped her eyes, so the kids wouldn't see that she was upset. She had had enough of this lying around, feeling sorry for yourself, day after day, nonsense. She wasn't completely void of emotion. She had left him alone for days, she had waited on him and comforted him as best she could...but there had to be an end. He couldn't just lay there for ever. Life had to go on. She missed her husband. Her children missed their father.
She gave Sasha a ' I'll talk to you later, when we're alone' kind of look and grabbed Liv's hand. Sasha grabbed Logan's and the four of them went out the door.
In the hall, Sasha picked Logan up and kissed his cheeks. " Are you excited about going to the beach house, Logie?"
Logan squeeled and laughed. " Yay! Me wanna go beach"
Liv put her arm out for Faith to pick her up too. Faith awkwardly bent down, while trying to balance the huge beach bag on her shoulder and picked her daughter up.
" You gonna play at the beach, Liv?" she asked, trying to put on a big smile.
Liv clapped her hands together. " Logie play dollies wiff me?"
Faith laughed. " I don't know if Logan wants to play dollies. But you should play in the sand, because you don't have sand to play in every day."
Liv put her finger to her mouth, pretending to think about it. " I donno. Logie like dollies".
Faith looked over at Sasha, who grinned.
They exited the building and walked over to Sasha's SUV. Faith put both kids in their seats and buckled them in. Then she went around back to help but the bags in the trunk.
" So, he's just gonna lie there?" Sasha asked, as she opened the hatch.
" Who knows, Sasha? He's been like a zombie! I don't know what to do with him!" she said, throwing her hands up.
" Well, he's just gonna have to snap out of it, then. You know he will, Faith. Just give him time." Sasha said, giving Faith a pat on the shoulder.
A fire engine roared by, on its way to a fire.
" I think maybe I'll call him later on, when I've cooled down. I kinda feel bad about getting so angry with him. He just lost his mother." Faith said.
" Just call him after supper. Don't feel bad. He's just getting over it. So, he'll be there tonight, then?" Sasha asked. Faith nodded and they went around and got into the SUV.
" Just give him a call and see what happens from there". Sasha said, as she pulled the vehicle out onto the road.
It was gonna be a great day.
TBC
Alicia had been watching Faith and Maurice's apartment for two days. She had read about the time of Rose's funeral from reading the paper and knew when they would be gone. She had snuck into their apartment during the funeral. She was becoming an expert at break and enter's. She couldn't believe that security was so bad in these buildings. All she had to do was wait for an elderly lady to come out and tell her she was visiting relatives in the building and that she was locked out. They lady had let her in, no problem.
This time, she wasn't interested in Maurice or Faith. She only wanted to see Dallas's room. She needed to be close to him. She needed to lay on his bed and see his toys and clothes. She had been feeling very lonly for him these last few days. She could feel the ache inside, so much it hurt. Her son, her beautiful son, living with someone other than her. It was too much.
She had walked down the hall and found the bedroom. It was clear to her that he shared a room with his sister. It was a sweet room, she had to admit that. It was painted a pale yellow with a white border all around. The double bed had a yellow comforter with matching pillows and a small white knit blanket folded up on the edge. It was very similar to the spare bedroom at their old apartment. There was a huge blue rug that took up most of the room. It made the room look cozy and inviting. The window had beautiful soft blue curtins, held back by thin yellow silk ribbons. The room was filled with toys. Expensive toys. There was a Little Tykes kitchenette, washer and dryer set and matching microwave. She figured that was mostly for the little girl. There was a Little Tykes workbench, complete with all of the tools and accessories. There was every kind of truck and race car you could imagine. There were dolls and little tea sets, with a small table in the middle of the room.
She had gone to the double closet and looked inside. There was a side for each of them. The clothes that hung from those racks were expensive. They had more shirts and pants and shoes and accessories than any two kids she had ever known. The thing that bothered her was that some of the outfits were matching. She became angry when she realized what they were trying to do. They were trying to pass of her son as a twin! They DID look alike, she would admit that. But they were half brother and sister! And they were only a few months apart. Anyone would look at them and think that they were twins. But there were only a few people who knew the truth...and Alicia was one of them. She sifted through the clothes, crying. She was looking at her sons clothes, trying to imagine what he looked like in them. How sad! She should have been the one to buy the clothes! She was his mother! NOT Faith!
She had looked around some more and had taken a few pictures of Dallas that she found in a photo album. She also took a toy fire engine that was in the toy box. She would save it for when he was living with her.
She had left that day feeling a little better. She would go back one more time to see if they had any cash lying around. It would take a lot of money to get her and Dallas to another state and get started again.
She knew that Dallas and the other kid were back at that house with the African American couple. She had gone out there again and stayed in the bushes to see if she could catch Dallas playing, but the couple were always outside with them and looking around to see if she was near. They knew about her, she was sure of that. She knew that they had the kids so that Faith and Maurice could attend to the wake and funeral. What great friends they have, she had thought, sourly.
The blinds in their house were closed, the doors locked. She had tried the front door again when she knew they were all asleep. She had waited in those woods for four hours, just waiting for her chance to get inside and see Dallas again. But it was too risky. They would be waiting for her. Damn! She shouldn't have slammed the door like that! And she never should have put the bracelet on his arm! Stupid! They would know that he couldn't have fastened it himself!
She had been quite lucky so far. She had been in the right place at the right time. Every time. She always knew where they were going and who they were staying with. The truth was, that she was a very good spy. She could have made it in the private detective business. She was great at staying out of sight and she was even better at following. She had sat outside their building for hours, just to get a glimpse of the family.She hoped her luck would keep up until she could grab Dallas and make her escape.
On this particular day, she was determined to get inside the building again. She had sat outside the building for about three hours before she saw the African American lady pull up and park her SUV. She went inside and about ten minutes later, came out with Faith and the kids. They were dressed like they were going to the beach.
Alicia crept closer to them, careful not to make noise. She pushed her way through the bush, ignoring the scratches she was getting on her arms and legs. No one said it was easy to spy on people...you did what you had to do. She watched as Faith put Dallas and the little girl into the truck, and buckled their seatbelts. She shut the door and walked around to the back of the vehicle.
" So, he's just gonna lie there?" the lady asked, as she opened the hatch.
" Who knows, Sasha? He's been like a zombie! I don't know what to do with him!" she said, throwing her hands up.
" Well, he's just gonna have to snap out of it, then. You know he will, Faith. Just give him time." Sasha said, giving Faith a pat on the shoulder.
They both said something else, but Alicia couldn't hear the whole conversation because a firetruck came barreling by and the sound of the horn drowned out what they were saying.
" ...........so, he'll be there tonight, then?" Sasha asked.
Faith nodded and they got into the SUV and drove away.
Alicia stood up and brushed off her arms and legs. Perfect! They were all gonna be out of the house tonight! It was the best time to go in and look for the money.
She decided to go back to the hotel and take a nap. Then she could go turn a couple of tricks and make enough money to stay at the hotel for a few more days.
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Faith walked angrily down the hall and out into the kitchen. She wiped her eyes, so the kids wouldn't see that she was upset. She had had enough of this lying around, feeling sorry for yourself, day after day, nonsense. She wasn't completely void of emotion. She had left him alone for days, she had waited on him and comforted him as best she could...but there had to be an end. He couldn't just lay there for ever. Life had to go on. She missed her husband. Her children missed their father.
She gave Sasha a ' I'll talk to you later, when we're alone' kind of look and grabbed Liv's hand. Sasha grabbed Logan's and the four of them went out the door.
In the hall, Sasha picked Logan up and kissed his cheeks. " Are you excited about going to the beach house, Logie?"
Logan squeeled and laughed. " Yay! Me wanna go beach"
Liv put her arm out for Faith to pick her up too. Faith awkwardly bent down, while trying to balance the huge beach bag on her shoulder and picked her daughter up.
" You gonna play at the beach, Liv?" she asked, trying to put on a big smile.
Liv clapped her hands together. " Logie play dollies wiff me?"
Faith laughed. " I don't know if Logan wants to play dollies. But you should play in the sand, because you don't have sand to play in every day."
Liv put her finger to her mouth, pretending to think about it. " I donno. Logie like dollies".
Faith looked over at Sasha, who grinned.
They exited the building and walked over to Sasha's SUV. Faith put both kids in their seats and buckled them in. Then she went around back to help but the bags in the trunk.
" So, he's just gonna lie there?" Sasha asked, as she opened the hatch.
" Who knows, Sasha? He's been like a zombie! I don't know what to do with him!" she said, throwing her hands up.
" Well, he's just gonna have to snap out of it, then. You know he will, Faith. Just give him time." Sasha said, giving Faith a pat on the shoulder.
A fire engine roared by, on its way to a fire.
" I think maybe I'll call him later on, when I've cooled down. I kinda feel bad about getting so angry with him. He just lost his mother." Faith said.
" Just call him after supper. Don't feel bad. He's just getting over it. So, he'll be there tonight, then?" Sasha asked. Faith nodded and they went around and got into the SUV.
" Just give him a call and see what happens from there". Sasha said, as she pulled the vehicle out onto the road.
It was gonna be a great day.
TBC