Eyes That Lied

Chapter 5

I woke up with a fuzzy memory. My head feels as if a ton of bricks hit it. I'm in my room but I don't remember ever going there, what on earth is happening.

There is - no- wait. God no. I remember, I was in the basement then-

"Hello darling, you up?" A voice said that sounded like my mother's. Ok seriously I can't take it with the annoying and stupid questions people ask and today of all days to make things worse.

"Mom?" I asked as if she was an imposter talking in my mother's voice.

"I was looking for you when I came back but I didn't find you or dad anywhere. Where were you? I looked all over the house and I even tried calling but you didn't answer. Where's dad? Is he ok?" I asked as I watched her shift from a comfortable stand to a controlled and panicked look.

"What happened to your arm?" She looks too concerned for me yet her concern looks almost fake. Wait. No. Something isn't right at all and this time I'm sure and I really shouldn't ignore this feeling.

"I don't know, I can't remember anything." I lied. I knew damn well what happened to the arm and what happened earlier in the basement but I need to figure out if it was real or just a nightmare.

I don't know why I lied but I did, I just had a feeling I shouldn't tell her about the gun or else she would ask where I was. They would think I'm crazy if I told them what I saw, I probably should go and check the basement for myself before I make any assumptions and before I tell my mom and dad.

"Well that's not good. Your father's in his office, he's finishing a couple of things off and he'll come to you." She answered in a hushed tone. I want to know what my dad would do as "a couple of things" in his office after retiring.

"What do you mean isn't he retired? What could he possibly be doing in his office?"

"Now, now, You need to rest your voice before you lose it. You're asking lots of questions today. Are you really sure you're ok?" She didn't answer my question and I don't know why that made me so angry with her, it's not making any sense. The things that's happening since the morning don't make sense nor do my feelings make sense.

I hope I don't go mentally insane because I might still be shaking and my wound. God, my wound, it hurts even more than when I got shot in the supermarket, the throbbing is making it even harder for me to stay sane. I would think that everything would get better with time. It never does.

I don't think anybody that has been told that had ever believed it anyways. I hope to god what Isaw in the basement was just the most realistic nightmare I've had and not something I should worry about.

"Something's wrong, hon?" She asks me with as care as she possibly can.

"Nothing's wrong, just trying to remember what happened before I woke up." I lied again. I don't know why I wish I did but I really don't, it was and still is a gut feeling telling not to say anything they consider a threat.

I don't think telling them that I got shot in the super and then went to the hospital would be a threat to them and I'm their daughter. What could I possibly say or do that would let them think I'm a threat. Who knows.

"You need to go to the hospital again, you need to get checked because you have stitches on your arm." Again? what on god's ruthless earth did she mean by "again"? How does she know that I went to the hospital before? I really must be losing my mind or I might be hearing things that aren't really being said.

"Again?" I asked in return.

"I mean you have stitches. You must have gotten to the hospital to get stitches before you got home, I mean before you fe- forgot." That explains it. My mind went thinking a mile in a minute. I probably just need to rest it out like I should've when I got home.

The way she stuttered just now is making me even more horrified for some reason. I am probably just overthinking this. I did after all have the most traumatizing day and what I saw in the basement was just pure torment and I wouldn't wish this to happen to my worst enemy.

At this point I know what I am supposed to do to ease both my curiosity and to ease my worry that is currently swelling inside of me right in the center of my chest. And I sure hope that it helps stop both of these feelings from spreading all over my mind and soul.

I need to get to the basement.

I might not get to the basement with success without either raising suspicion from both my mother and my dad or without getting caught in the midst of trying to get in or trying to get the keys because it's always locked and ever open for even a millisecond.

Which now also reminds of how I might have gotten in the basement in the first place if it was locked the whole time.

The locks my parents had placed on the door at some point in my childhood is a special type of lock that can only be opened with the right set of keys and it isn't any type of key you can easily duplicate. It has an impossible pattern for its and bitting cuts of the key, it would be almost impossible for anyone to duplicate it.

There are at least four keys in total, hopefully not more. I don't know why they would need that many keys. Each of my parents have two keys and both my mom and my hide in their special hiding place. I don't even think they were even trying to hide it from me because I know exactly where each of those keys are located.

But the main reason I'm concerned is about why they would need that many keys and locks, it makes me even more curious and scared as to what I might find once I have access to the down in the basement. Even so, they know I'm an obedient daughter and I would never go against their wishes or orders.

"I need an aspirin" I told my mom before she was about to leave for god knows where.

"Sure thing, hon." She whispered back to me.

I need to get to the basement before I make any bad and worrying assumptions about both my mom and my dad.

I watched as she left my room through the door with her back facing towards me.