Curses: The Return

by spellbound16

I remember the blackness of unconsciousness slip over me like a white sheet on a dead body. But there was something else… his cold, rough palms. I desperately search the memory for what happened after he drugged me and put me to bed. I concentrate on the feeling of his palms. Blips of images are fuzzy as I try to zero in on the smallest of details.

2. Answers

Kate

The metal table feels like an iceberg under my naked thighs. Goosebumps prickle my snow white skin, but I know it's more out of fear than coldness. Suddenly, the door clicks and swiftly swings across the gray flecked tiles of the examination room.

"Ms. Warren," chirps Dr. Daniels briskly. She doesn't look up at me as she jots something down on her hot pink clipboard. With a French manicure, expensive sneakers, and hair as blonde as a butternut, Dr. Daniels looks just as breathtaking as my enemy, her daughter Tasha. She pauses for a few good moments which makes me want to throttle her royally. Doesn't she realize this is life or—

"You're pregnant."

Jarrod

I gently guide my dad's old cattle truck through the grocery parking lot. Rain is pulsating from black, twisted clouds that seem to perfectly match my mood and worrisome thoughts. I quickly check my cellphone, but she hasn't returned by calls or text messages. My freezing fingertips stab at the radio dials so I can drown out the relentless fear that claws at my heart. Absentmindedly, I pat the plastic grocery bags that crowd the worn bench seat. I'm planning to surprise Kate and Jillian with a homemade dinner. It's a surefire way to see Kate without looking like some sort of needy fruitcake. My long, drawn out sigh turns into a whispy cloud that drifts in the utter coldness. I feel like an idiot for calling and texting her a dozen times. Where the hell has she been?

I'm hit with both a sense of tranquility and a boost of electric energy as the long and winding mountain road to Kate's cottage comes into view. I remember not too long ago when I followed her up the same trail my first day of school after the lab accident. I remember walking behind her, studying her pale and shapely legs that had been molded by this mountain road. Snapping out of my reverie, the cattle truck strains and moans as it chugs up the steep and weathered incline. In my anticipation to see Kate, I gun the engine. This, of course, is a mistake as a severe gnashing of gears and metal roars from under the hood. I try

to let off the gas, but it's too late. Thick, gray smoke swirls heavily through the grill like an evil fog that hangs eerily over a housefire. Panic blazes through me as I try to figure out what the hell I'm going to do.