Reagan

Chapter Nine

Author's Note: YIPPEE! <3 

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Chapter Nine: Callie's Redemption 

"Callie?" I asked softly, my voice ringing in my own ears. I heard shifting of feet from the other side of the door. I open the door idly. 

"What?" I asked--well snapped. She flinched at my hostility, then relaxed after a sigh of anxiety. 

"Can we talk?" she asked. I shrug my shoulders and she tiptoes inside my room to find herself a place on my bed. I stand awkwardly in front of her feeling the weight of the marble in my pocket weighing me down. 

"Well." I start her, more anxious then I was letting on. My heart skipped and flipped until it felt like it was going to tear right out of my chest. 

"What happened today--well yesterday?" she corrected herself after glancing at my alarm clock on my nightstand. The hairs on my scalp prickled and shivers ran over me like waves. 

"Tell me the truth, Callie. Did my Aunt kill my parents or it that some story you want me to believe so you could take her down?" I asked, my voice sounded more confident then I was. 

"I did tell you the truth. Why the hell would I lie about your parents' death. That is something I would never even joke about! That woman is not to be trusted, she can play you for a fool so keep your guard up and don't let it down. Look, I was looking through the garden after my mother was poking around there after hours and found this." Callie placed in my hands two wedding bands. They were my parents'. I stared at them for awhile and tears instantly burned at my eyes and more clips of memories bit at the edge of my mind. One of my mother taking off her ring to do the dishes; another where my father asking me to get his band from down the drain since his hand couldn't reach down. One memory burned stronger then the others. One of me sitting on the floor of my bedroom with a box filled with items. Keys, the rings, shoe laces, a pocket knife, lipstick, glasses, clippings of newspaper, and the same marble that was in my pocket.

I dropped the rings with the recognition. All of those things in the box reminded me of someone. They were little memories I stored in a box and shoved away somewhere far and out of my reach. On top of a shelf in my closet behind my trophies from softball and ballet. That box, it held the answers to everything. I could feel it rattle in my bones. I felt an urgency to get that box and open it and feel all of those wonderful things inside. Because something about those things were linked to my past. 

"I need the box." I said. Callie tilted her head to the side, then swooping down to pick up the rings. 

"Are you okay? And what box?" she asked, putting the rings in her pockets. 

"I had a box that I kept everything that was special to me in. I need that box." I tried to explain, but it was hard to explain something I didn't understand myself. All I knew was that if I had the box everything would be better. 

"Well you can see if the box is up in the attic. I think my mom brought everything from your old house here if it wasn't with you at that ward." Callie said, then running her hands through her braid where hairs fell limply to the ground like a shedding dog. 

"Good idea. I'll do that tomorrow. Aunt Kim is going to the store tomorrow to get some errands ran and I can look in there while she is gone." I say, forgetting all about not trusting Callie, right now she was more helpful then my aunt. 

"Great. Well, get your rest, I just wanted to settle all of the madness from yesterday." she said. I look at her carefully, as if maybe she was the one not to be trusted, but that seemed unimportant. I nod my head and she grabs me into a tight embrace that totally shocked me. I hear her whisper something I couldn't make out into my ear and shuffle out of the door closing it behind her. 

During breakfast tomorrow, Aunt Kim asked me to make a list for her to get at the store while she is out since I tell her I want to just stay home and relax. I put in bold letters and in caps: Mouse traps. When she sees the list she glances at me with a puzzled look. 

"Mouse traps?" she asked, folding up the paper to put in her purse. 

"Yeah, I saw a mouse in my room last night, I just want to be safe, you know mice can carry diseases." I say, Aunt Kim looks horrified. 

"Mice..." she squeaks. Just wait till she finds out that there are actually rats in her house. I shrug her off and continue to swallow my eggs with a smile on my lips. Gross Aunt Kim was now officially off my list of things to do this morning. Now it was to find Callie and look in the attic for my box. 

"Well, I'll be setting off, call me if you need anything." Aunt Kim says, kissing me on top of my head. I wave her off and continue to eat my eggs as uninterestingly as I could to get her to leave as fast as possible. When I hear the wheels of the car fling gravel as it drives off I spit the tasteless eggs out of my mouth. I hear Callie snort from behind me. I turn around to see her lounging on the sofa with a magazine in her clutches. Find Callie: check. Now off to finding my precious box. 

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