Framed [s.reid]

𝕮𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖙

Clementine
The walk wasn't far, The mansion was made of brick and had dark trimming, it had bushes perfectly trimmed outside. It had vines growing on the side of the house. We walk up to it and see a little sign saying closed for renovations.

"Well then, I guess we could go to your dad or mom?"Spencer smiles at me. I remember, My dad has a small little room, Full of old things.

"Nope, we're going back to the hotel but not there!"

"Clem, why not."

"My dad and mom love to lie that's why I want real answers. Like why I can read your mind or why I can block out memories. That type of stuff." I march to the hotel. Spencer walks behind me.

I quickly walk into the hotel and to the elevator. I was fuming but I don't know why. I click the button to floor seven. I knew my father would be busy so He wouldn't be in his room. The doors open and I walk to room 73. His storage room. It was locked. He always locked it. "Do you have a key?" Spencer asks me.

"Don't need one." I take of a bobby pin and pick the lock. I turn the handle and it opens. The room was dark and dusty. I turn on the light. There were boxes among boxes. Spencer coughs.

"What are we looking for?" He asks.

"Something old, like a chest." I look around the boxes. All full of clothes and school papers.

Until I see a chest. It was black and had a sliver on it. No lock. "Spence. Look." I show him it.

He pulls the chest from the boxes, "It's heavy." He groans.

"Would you like to do the honors?" He smiles.

I nod and open the old chest, expecting a body or something of the sort to my reveal were old journals and manilla folders. Each with a little date.

"What should we start with?" Spencer sighs.

"I'll look at the folder, You the journals. When you finish those help me with folders. But I think we should find the earliest one." I sigh.

We rummage through the chest and find a Journal dated 1921 and I found a file with the exact thing. Spencer starts to read the journal while I look through the file.

They were work resumés and a work file for a restaurant called Jills. "Who is this Anise Harding?" I say out loud.

"Looks to be your Fathers crush. Here it says that "I met a girl today her name is Anise Harding and I must have her."

"I'll keep looking in the file for pictures." I look at more paperwork. "Oh here! Wait this is from Boston Hospital. The reason for her state was smudged and I can barely read it but look at her." I show Spencer the picture.

The women had light eyes and hair. She was so pretty, Mama.

Spencer freezes don't say anything but look back at the journal. I look at a venue file. I look at all of them labeled 1921. Until I heard a female scream "NO STOP BRADLEY." A woman screams, Spencer and I look at each other. I hear what is to be a slap. We bolt up and run out of the room and look in the hallway.

I see the man that hit on me at the bar, pull a woman with dark hair with a red tint, by her hair. The girl was in a skater skirt and red bra. Something made me walk over to the man. "Hey, asshole!" I shout. The man turns around.

"You're talking to me, little lady?" He stops but doesn't let go of the woman who was crouched. I wasn't thinking when I punched him. I punched him right in the nose to cause a crimson rush of blood to flow down her nose.

I push him into the wall and he falls, I kick him repeatedly until I feel an arm around my shoulder. "Clementine!" It was Spencer.

"What!" I scream. Looking at the battered man. He was passed out.

The woman touches my arm and looks at my face. She gives me a look and walks back into the room that she was dragged out of.

"What was that?" Spencer asks.

"I-I don't know." We walk back into the room with files. We lock the door because the man still passed out in the hallway.

"Oh my god, I found a birth certificate," I shout.  Spencer sits down next to me. The birth certificate said a name, Timothy Wood March. My brother. No Timothy was my twin brother!

"Timothy, apparently Anise had a hard birth with him. March 15th, 1922."

Her voice was screaming. "James let go of me!" She cries. I remember seeing my father push her down on the floor and cry. The woman looked like the woman in the hallway. Her hair had my same red tone as mine. The same eyes too.

My father pushes her down, She lets out a scream I see her kick him. This made my father turn red. He punches her. I see blood dripping from her lip. He slaps her this time. "Stop." She groans.

I see her pale hand reach for something a knife. She grabs it and stabs my father in the hand. My dad has a scar there now. He doesn't talk about it. I see the woman get up and grab me. Right before she gets to me like father chucks a glass cup causing her to fall. I see her crawl away and stand up and run.

"Clem." I taste my metallic blood on my lip. "Anise is my mother. She has the virus and my dad is a monster." I breathe.