Secret Twin

Part 4: Terrors of the night

A shadow stood by her door. Water started to run under the door into her room. Zadie was more confused than worried. Marilyn would comfort her but would also flood her room? The shadow then seemed to walk off. Zadie could still hear creaks on the floor.

"Sorry, it wasn't my intention." She heard a soft whisper speak. It was most likely Marilyn, but where was she. Zadie looked around the room, the shadow was gone, so, where exactly was she? She kept looking around frantically trying to find her.

Popping out of fucking no where was one thing, but someone saying something to you, and you have no idea where they are is a whole other story. She was terrified. Zadie thought she wouldn't do this type of shit. This was clearly unexpected.

The room became freezing. "Where, where are you?" She stuttered while trying to spit out her words.

"Right here." Zadie then saw a shadow emerge from the darkness. The closer the shadow came towards her, the easier it was to make her out. Everything was about the same. But something seemed off. Her face came into her vision and she saw...

Tears.

She was crying, but why? "What happened?" Zadie asked still chilled to the bone. "Everything." Marilyn responded. Her voice sent chills down her spine. Even though she had been not as scary their last encounter, that didn't make her less terrified.

Zadie got up and sat down on the edge of her bed. "Do you want to sit with me?" Zadie tried to not sound terrified of her. And she did feel a bit bad for her if she was being honest.

Marilyn slowly walked towards her, leaving water and blood stains on the floor. Marilyn then hesitantly sat down, leaving the sheets stained. But Zadie didn't care if she stained the bed sheets. It wasn't that important to her. "They were going to do it to you too." She shouted abruptly.

"Do wha-" before she could ask there was nothing. Why did she leave me with that what did she mean? They were going to do it to me too? Who? For a couple days she had the same thing only all she said was

"they were going to do it to you too."

That's all she would say over and over.She hadn't seen Marilyn while she was awake, she would now only come when she was asleep. Which was odd.

Zadie and Officer Blake were in the attic putting stuff away, when she noticed something. A family portrait. She picked it up and stared at it in awe. She had never seen this portrait before, her parents never hanged it up.

She stared at it for a couple seconds. But something was off. There was a girl, barely noticeable. When she looked at it closer she noticed the girl was Marilyn.

On,y she looked different. Instead of looking soaked and had a blood stained dress, she looked beautiful. Her hair was down and wavy, she had a black little dress on. In the portrait she looked about six years old, and so did Marilyn.

Usually Marilyn looked a bit like her age. "Zadie, you okay?" Officer Blake asked. "Yeah, sorry Officer Blake." She said being snapped back into reality.

"I told you to call me Blake." He said before letting out a small chuckle. "Ok, fine, Blake." Zadie said, her tone made it obvious she was a little annoyed. They both had been cleaning and trying to make it feel cozy. But Zadie didn't want to change the front, maybe just mow the grass. Zadie liked how it looked out front.

After they had pretty much cleaned everything Zadie went to find Blake. She spotted him on the steps that led to the door. He looked like he was contemplating or something.

Zadie went and sat down next to him. "Thinking?" Zadie asked while looking at the view they had of the street. He let out a small sigh. "Something like that." He responded while his gaze focused on the ground.

"Not meant to be rude, but how old are you?" She asked, her curiosity forming. "38," he said still locked on the ground. Zadie looked at his hand to find no ring. Did he not have someone? "No ring?"

"What?" He said confused making his gaze turn to her. "So theirs no Mrs. Blake at home?" There was a long pause before he answered her question. "No, sadly." He chuckled at his response. "Was there ever a Mrs. Blake?" Zadie asked wondering if there ever even was at some point in time.

"Yeah, not anymore though, she uh, she died in a, car crash." He sounded deeply sad in his tone, Zadie felt deeply bad for him. "I'm sorry, I didn't know much of her. But I can tell she's in a better place." Zadie said while looking at the light blue sky filled with white clouds.

"So that's why you wanted to do this?" Zadie asked. She knew that if you got out of an a coma, they wouldn't send an officer to 'protect' you.

The only possible reason for this whole 'protection' thing, was because of him, he wanted to do it. The only reason why, was because it happened to his wife. Zadie truly felt bad for him. It must've been hard going thru that.

"What do you mean?" He asked trying to play dumb. He was truly a terrible liar as well, the only way she could tell easily was because of his tone. He had changed it, he changed it on purpose to feel like he wasn't lying, however that failed him. And another thing was he kept playing with his hands, it was clear that he was lying.

I mean you would think a cop would know how to lie. After all criminals probably lied all the time, wouldn't they catch what they were doing wrong? Even she could lie better than him. "You know, this whole 'protecting' thing. I mean come on, the only person who asked about it was you."

Blake laughed at her. "Is it really that obvious? I mean I knew I was a bad liar, but that bad?" At least he knew he sucked at lying. But if he knew, why'd he lie? "Yes, it's really that bad." Zadie said. She had grown more comfortable around him. She had now almost say him like a big brother, in a very older way.

They joked around a lot now. Though the reason why it felt like a sibling was only really because sometimes she wanted to kill him. Get a knife, gun, whatever and just go at him. On other occasions she felt close to him, when they laughed, or he didn't bother her. Those times were great, but very rare.

"Oh, before my mind forgets like usual here." Blake handed her a black leather book. "I found it hidden in the attic. I didn't know if you wanted it or not."