Ch 8: Runaway Train
Note: sorry these are so short, they will get longer
Cal burst through the double doors down to the beach, Garret, Angela, Josh, Lily and Nigel all behind him only a step away. The rain soaked through his thin tee shirt. There she was, standing in the sand, her hair plastered to her head, Her clothes stuck to her frame, a gun in her right hand, she looked at everyone emptily and laughed, a bullet hole was lodged in a nearby tree. Garret swallowed hard, took a step toward her, she backed up, sand smeared across her soaked pants and bare feet.
"Jordan, please." He begged "don't do this…"
Mac came running out, her hair was wet from the shower. "Aunt Jo?" she asked, her eyes darted around confused from person to person. "Aunt Jo… why do you have that gun?" Jordan just smiled and began to sing
"I'm going to tell you a story, I'm going to tell you about my town, I'm going to tell you a big bad story baby, all about my town, yeah down by the river, down by the banks of the river Charles…"
"Jordan!" Nigel shouted, she just gave an eerie smile and began to dance up to the house to a tune that exsisted only in her head.
Garret, Angela, Lily and Nigel all shared a look… Mac began to follow her up to the house but Lily stopped her.
"Don't honey, its her fight, she's going to have to accept it on her own." Mackenzie looked terrified for a moment, but shook him off and ran up to the house.
"Dear God… its happening again…." Garret whispered horrified
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Jordan almost ran right into Bug as she knocked through the doors. "Jordan?" he said sleepily "Are you okay? I thought I heard a gun shot…" Mac ran through, her breath quick and labored.
"Aunt Jo are you okay?" she asked taking Jordan's shoulders in her hands.
"I see him… in everything I do… I see him everywhere I go… first my mother and now him… I just can't do it anymore I can't" tears blurred her vision and poured down her face. "I can't." she whispered almost like an afterthought. Then it was like a light went off in the back of her mind and she raced up the stairs to her room, pulling out her luggage she began to pack as fast as she could. She ignored Woody's figure in the corner.
"Jordan what are you doing? The weekend isn't over yet."
"This is your fault!" she screamed at him, tears running down her face " You went into that Abandoned house alone… you knew better! It was selfish!"
"Stupid Jordan… what your doing is selfish! What about Mackenzie huh? She's twelve she doesn't know what's happening, she doesn't know what's good for her, she relies on you!"
"STOP IT! LEAVE ME ALONE!" she screamed, covering her ears with her hands…
"Aunt Jordan?" she looked up, tears staining her face to see Mac standing in the doorway, she looked at where Woody had just been and found nothing. Slowing, swallowing hard she grabbed her suitcase, her long chestnut hair hanging in clumps down her back. "Where are you going?" Mac asked, following her to the living room.
"Nowhere, just going to clear my head."
"When are you going to be back?" she begged
"I don't know." Jordan answered honestly
"What am I supposed to do without you?" Mac asked, a lone tear running down her face.
"your better off with out me Mac believe me." She threw her suitcase in the backseat as people began to rush up the beach, noticing her leaving. "Jordan no!" Garret yelled after her, a tear began to rush down her face, she smiled at Mac and got in the car. Mac saw nothing except the tail lights of Jordan's car as she pulled up. Garret and the others had just reached her. He set a hand on her shoulder.
"She'll Come back honey, she always does." Garret whispered, "She loves you… she does… that's how come she's fighting so hard."