Twisted (Bo sinclair, house of wax)

chapter five: Tragedy

Narrator's pov:

THERE are a lot of milestones in persons life as they grow from infancy, to childhood to adolescence to adult. It's usually gradual; one does not learn how to drive a car before walking or walk before crawling. No, it's the little things that lead to the big ones.

Everything has a season, an order of flowing, usually.

Sadly, there's many situations and in which this is not the case.

Sometimes children are subjected to unfairly harsh experiences in which they must learn to think as an adult in order to survive.

The fateful day Victor Sinclair had taken his own life was the day his two eldest sons went from being innocent children, to adults.

Jacob had just finished setting both his wife and daughter to their bed and crib, while Mr and Mrs Rodriguez had stayed out in the porch, waiting for the twins to return when they heard the fatal shot.

Julieta jolts awake at the same time Gracie screamed.

"Stay here."Jacob orders his wife who had snatched the bawling baby protectively into her arms. Jacob quickly gets his shot gun and runs out to the porch. Mr Rodriguez had already started going up the hill with his own gun towards the Sinclair residence.

Both men enter the house cautiously, looking frantically around every corner, not knowing what to expect, and full of concern for the children. They split up and Jacob goes upstairs while Marcelo searched the lower floor and basement.

Jacob hears nothing but silence and the faint footsteps of his father in law downstairs. He flips the light switch to the hallway and looks into each room carefully. When he reaches the last door, he opens it and is utterly shocked from what he sees.

He tries to keep from getting sick and looks around for the boys, Which are no where to be seen. His heart sinks, where were they??
He frantically exists the macabre room and makes his way back downstairs. Calling for Marcelo. He looks in the backyard, and sighs in relief when he finds the older man with the boys.

But his relief is only momentarily; dread filling him when he sees the grave expressions on the twins and their blood stained clothes.The brothers were silent, holding one another's hand, staring at nothing. A glazed look was over Bo's face.

At that moment, Jacob knew;They had seen everything. Marcelo looks up at his son in law, and Jacob shakes his head solemnly.

"Let's get you two back down." Marcelo tells Vincent and Bo softly. He helps them get up and leads them slowly around the house and while Jacob goes back inside to call the sheriff.

"I-I'd like to report a s-suicide." He says shakily. He felt like he was going to be sick again. After he hung up the phone, he just slumped to the kitchen floor. He had been born and raised in this town; and over the years, there had been strange disappearances, but this was by far the worst things he's ever experienced before.

He had known Dr. Sinclair and his wife ever since they moved to town a few a ago. Both Sinclair adults were kind to him and friends with the family. However, when he started dating Julieta, they had started to act differently.

But they were always polite, only they'd kept their distance from Jacob and his wife's family although they stayed close to Jacobs parents. He had started having a certain dislike for them but he kept the peace. So did Julieta and her family. He most certainly didn't want to see neither of the Sinclairs dead, though.

Marcelo took the boys back down to his house, where the women were waiting anxiously in Jacob and Julieta's room with Lester and the baby.

"Papa! Boys!thank goodness you're alright, where's Jacob?" Julieta asks. Marcelo looks at his wife and daughter with sadness. He tells the boys to stay put and the three adults start to leave the room, but Bo stops them.

"C-can I hold t-the baby again?" He asks in a soft voice, he was fighting so hard not to cry. Julieta's heart breaks at the pain in his voice and she carefully hands him Gracie.

The three brothers sit on the bed huddled together Bo holding Gracie and Vincent holding Lester, unable to believe that their parents were actually gone forever.

Julieta's pov

I follow my parents out of the bedroom and back out the porch. I know the danger is gone, but Im still trembling after the horrid sound of the gun. It seemed to continue to echo in my ears.

"Jacob is alright, he's talkin to the sheriff, I reckon they'll want him to stay there to wait for 'em"

"Pero que fue lo que pasó?" ("But what exactly happened?") My mother asks worriedly. Papa sighs and pulls us into his arms in a hug.

"Doctor Sinclair...he's dead....took his own life. The boys saw it."

My whole body went cold. Dr. Sinclair was dead? I felt sadness, anger, worry. Sadness because although it's no secret he wasnt exactly father of the year, I know that he did what he could to take care of his family. He and Trudy both.

They had their fair share of faults but being a parent isn't easy, I know that Jacob and I are going to make a lot of mistakes with Gracie, imagine how much complicated it is to raise three little ones.

What was going to happen with the boys? Would they let us keep them? Jacob and I would adopt them in a heartbeat no questions asked, but we are still underage to adopt, is being only 18 and all. Mama and papa were getting senile, and couldn't take them.

The sound of sirens snap me out of my reverie and we watch as the sheriff's car and two others pass the house as they went up the hill. My father let's go of my mother and I.

"I'm gonna go see how Jake is doin, and see if we can convince them to let us stay with the boys. They've been through way too much to be taken away from us."

Mama and I nod in total agreement, and watch as he walks up to the House.

"Más le vale que nos dejen los niños. No nos pueden quitarlos" ("They better let us keep those boys, they can't take them from us.")
Mama says, shaking her head as we go back inside the house. I can tell she's really nervous, she speaks more Spanish when she's agitated.

She goes to the kitchen, knowing her, shes probably gonna make chamomile tea for all of us. I walk back to my room and see Vincent asleep with Lester on the bed while Bo was still holding Gracie, who was fast asleep. He seemed more relaxed than earlier.

I don't say anything, I just sit beside him and put my arm around his shoulder. I look at him and over to his sleeping brothers. I had seen all three of these boys grow from the time they were just my daughter's age. I would do anything to protect and care for them. No one will take them from me and my family.

Over. My. Dead. Body.

NARRATOR'S POV

little did the Rodriguez's and the Sinclair boys know, Victor and Trudy's death was just the beginning. And none of them where prepared or could've foreshadowed what was coming ahead....

A/N hi! Hope y'all are enjoying the story!! Sorry this was a short chapter but I'm going to be working on the next one today reckon I'll be postin it before tomorrow. Love y'all!