Chapter 3
Hiya, so usually disclaimer I don't own anything to do with Revenge.
N.B. I had to delete the last one I had put up, because I published the last 2 chapters and this one together ,sorry ! ( I'm still new at this and I'm really bad at computers) So this is just chapter 3, but you can read it all now like a proper book, sorry for any confusion , ENJOY
Adrenaline coursed through my veins igniting my heightened sense of panic as I thought what shall I do? I could grab the sheets that were carelessly flung across the bed and use it as a rope to scale down the side of the house, creep through the back yard, climb over the fence and into my car and just DRIVE AWAY… My hands had even automatically started stripping the bed silently when I a new though occurred to me I could face it, if it was them –the Initiative then maybe I had a chance, even if it's a small one, that I could end our chasing , my family's never ending hiding and lies of secrecy. I could demand to know everything about my family, who my father really was, why are you after us? The list was endless , I suddenly had a vision of myself my foot stepping on the soldier in black with nothing but a broom for a weapon , as if I could take on someone who had years of training of being a secret spy who could probably end my life in a second and then there's me whose only training is a punch bag in the garage and a few life lessons from their dad, the thought was so ridiculous, a small hysterical giggle had left my lips before I had a chance to clamp my mouth over them; IDIOT! I cursed internally.
If the house was quiet before then it was deadly silent now as slight footsteps could be heard slowly travelling up the stairs, I grabbed the broom and the remainder of the cleaning gear and sprinted to the store cupboard just before catching a glimpse of a mysterious figure clad all in black- THE INITATIVE, I could recognize one of them In a heartbeat. I shut the door noiselessly as my heart crashed in my chest and locked the door before ensuring a silent full scale panic attack! I was sure they had not seen me, they couldn't otherwise they would have followed me, wouldn't they?
*Maybe I should explain the lock on the inside of the door, when I was younger and had not gotten used to sleeping through my mother's physcotic nightmare screams or the fact that my dad would creep in and out the house at odd times through the night, I would grab my pillow and bear to the store cupboard. The store cupboard was a small room which had various odd pieces of junk form previous owners, but at the back if you were tall enough you could reach up and pull the ladders down and climb up into the attic.
Our attic was wide with wooden floorboards and boxes and chest everywhere full of memories and broken trinkets, but the best part was the window it was wide a circular with a little shelf that had few old cushions placed on it. I would sit there and fall asleep whishing on every star that I saw in the dark velvet sky. I discovered the attic and eventually had to tell my parents about it when they thought I had gone missing and had scared the life out of them when I opened the store cupboard. No one even knew there was an attic, the previous owners never mentioned it and it was'nt included in the original drawings of the house. ( I Knew this because mom went through one of her many phases of life, where she claimed that she wanted to be an interior designers, architect, gourmet chef whatever, once she even wanted to be a member of the FBI but that's a whole different story ).
Over the years it became my place, my source of comfort and safety no one knew of it (except my parents-minor problem) lamps, books and cosy blankets and pillows had been added. The chests had been stacked on the side after being carefully explored by me on a cold April's rainy day.
The ladder had already been pulled down as I carefully climbed to the top and dragged the ladder up and finally, for the first time ever, closed the trap door, it took some elbow grease but it finally gave way with one last tug.
All I had now was I and a bunch of cleaning supplies well actually a sponge, anti-bacterial disinfectant, rubber gloves and a broom to defend myself with- great! I tip-toed over to the window as I soaked in the calming musty scent of the warm attic. I placed the supplies at my feet and sat on the cushions at the window as unknown strangers were searching my house for me and my family, even though I felt slowly safer I still couldn't escape the fear that encased me, that had me bound and wrapped up, part of it was not knowing where my family was and why they were here , but another part of me was burning with anger they should NOT be here, we have done nothing wrong, that I know of… but that was the thing I didn't know, I never have.
For the first time I realised that maybe it wasn't just the fact that my parents have tried to protect me and shield me from their past, maybe they're trying to protect me from the future as well. But I won't have a future if all we ever do is run and if we keep running we get tired. Perhaps mom and dad wanted to keeping running the race, but I was tired, I needed it to stop, now. The phrase "It's not fair" displays itself in my thoughts,I was sitting in my attic fearing for my life ( and my parents) wondering when all this "running madness "will end.
A depressed sigh broke the empty atmosphere as I slumped further into the window, drawing the woollen blanket tighter against my shoulder. I was pretty sure I was safe, no one has reached me here, and they probably don't even know it exists unless they climb over to the far side of the next door neighbours back yard and gaze up at about a 195 degree angle where you will probably just spot the round window through the midst of dense trees planted by mom (another aspirational phase- national gardener- I just, no, I can't even begin to explain). For once I was glad of my mother's strange ideas, thinking about her made my stomach ache and fret with worry.
I stretched my legs, well tried too, there was something bulging out from the 3rd cushion ever so slightly, only someone who could see the cushion up close knew there was something in it. I picked it up and almost dropped, whoa it was heavy. I groped inside to pull out a small blue safety deposit box with a note attach to it. There was no mistaken that familiar cursive hand writing although only three words had been written on it , I felt eased , alleviated almost as I picked up the post a note with the words " Just In Case" and carefully folded it into my pocket. The box was locked, no key inserted inside or sellotaped on the back, it was locked (I know, everything is locked in my house – sigh). I put my hand inside the cushion, no such look all that was there was the deflated feather down. GREAT, a locked box and posted note –Thanks dad, I owe you one! I dropped the box in my lap and gazed upwards, when suddenly a silver pendant hung from the handle of the window, there glistening in the twilight was a chain with 5 bronzed keys.
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