The Sister

Chapter 13: The Sister

It was not over. Not yet. The events that followed this unfortunate finding led to the final stages of my trials with Moe. And it was the most difficult, I'll tell you that. It was at this point where our futures were about to be made.

And the first step was Moe snatching the envelope back out of my hands.

"How do you know it's him?" I said immediately. "I'm sure there are hundreds of Devin Wilsons around."

Moe was so happy, he looked ready to faint or explode. I had never seen him this happy before. Not even when we were finally admitted out of juvenile. His eyes were so wide then. But now, that didn't not compare to this. Moe was so happy, it was scary.

"Downey," he said dreamily reading off the envelope. "He's still around here." He looked at me. "We're gonna go tomorrow. Here." He pointed at the envelope. "We're gonna go to this address that's written here and quickly get it over with..."

"No," I begged. "No, we ain't going. I told you, we gotta just get over it!"

Talk about bad luck from Ben's part today.

"Why not?" he said. "Let's just - do it!"

"I can't!" I replied. "I'm going somewhere with Rena tomorrow!"

He wrinkled his eyebrows. "Dude -"

"No." I was thinking hard. I had to keep him away from doing what he was planning. But the ideas weren't coming.... And at this point, it did not seem like the best idea to argue against Moe. He looked ready to go on a cussing rage - something that would not work too well in my house. "The day after tomorrow," I told him. "Honest. You just need to think about what you're doing. You don't need to do this -"

"Yes - I - do."

"Okay," I told him. "Just not tomorrow, okay? Wait for me till the day after, okay?"

Moe still looked ready to burst, but he kept his cool. He nodded. He did not say another word to me. He got up, put the gun and the envelope in his back pocket and walked out of the house. And then I realized - I had a day to come up with some way to stop Moe...

The rain was pounding now, harder than ever. Harder than the other two days combined. It almost felt as if the rain would break all the windows.

Rena had called a few minutes before and I was ready. I approached the stairs and from the corner of my eye, I saw Mary, hiding behind the door, peeking through. Ever since that day I threatened her, I noticed her do this. And when I got out of the house yesterday, I saw through one of the windows that she escaped her room and ran down to the kitchen.

I continued to stare in her direction and she realized it. She quickly closed the door. I was about to make my way to her room and apologize - to tell her that I was only kidding and that I would never - not even if my life depended on it - shoot her. To tell her that I would not let anyone shoot her. And to tell her that she can go in my room whenever she wanted (so long as she didn't take anything).

But for some reason, I thought against it and simply made my way down the stairs. I could tell her later on tonight. What I had to dwell upon was how I was going to convince Moe. I did not want to spoil Rena's day by asking for her help. And finally, I heard a horn that made me hurry downstairs.

I had my coat around me strapped tightly as I ran to the car. I jumped in and looked at Rena.

"Hi," I said, recalling how the last few times I had come in her car it had been raining.

"Hi," she said. There was no sign that brought back any of the events that happened yesterday. In fact, just looking at her face seemed to make me forget all about my troubles. "You ready to go?"