Crescent Falls

XXIII

When I told my father my theory on how to get Phoebe back me looked at me as if I were crazy. He leaned in a little bit closer and stuck his finger in his ear as if to clear it. "And why in the world do you think this will work son?" he questioned. "Because father," I said leaning even closer into him. "Phoebe told me, in a vision." my father tilted his head back and laughed. "Son," he said laying a heavy hand my broad shoulder. "You really are starting to sound like your grandmother.

My grandmother was crazy. Like completely crazy. I was often told I took after her, mainly by my judging father. She was his mother and you know what they say; the apple doesn't fall to far from the crazy tree. But I wasn't crazy, I saw what Phoebe wanted me to see. "Dad, Judy has to sacrifice her self in order to save Phoebe, it has to be her own flesh and blood to bring her back, and well since her parents aren't alive, Judy has to do it." I stated as we walked out of the prison and to my father's pick up. Some of my father's men threw a bound Judy into the bed of the truck.

"Crazy," he mumbled under his breath to himself, and he was saying I was the crazy one. I laughed for the first time in days, only my father could do that, make me happy even when the highest tide was crashing in. 

My father sped all of the way to Gram Gram's which was about twenty minutes from Crescent Falls and we got to her house in about ten minutes. Quinn and I prayed for our lives as we swerved about another slow vehicle on the street. My father had connections with the local police department and was never stopped, something about doing the sheriff a favor a while back. 

Quinn looked like he was going to be sick as he finally pulled into Gram Gram's house. She lived in an old ancient house, much like herself. It had peeling white paint and an old wrap around porch that looked as if it would collapse upon itself at any moment. But on the inside the house was sturdy, warn and inviting, as was Gram Gram. 

As we tested our weight on the porch the door opened before one of us could knock. Gram Gram pulled into her short fame and hugged me as if there were no tomorrow. "Oh, my boy," she held my cheek in her old wrinkled palm, tears in her still vibrant blue eyes. She embraced me again and then moved onto Quinn and then finally my father. "I'm sorry mama," my father said as he embraced her, "The circumstances are not good and I'm sorry we had to meet like this." Gram Gram laughed and pulled us into her cozy, warm home. The foyer was lined with ancient books and knick-knacks. 

"Let me get you some tea and then tell me what has brought you here." Gram Gram said her dress clad form turning toward the kitchen, her heels clicking against the hard wood floor.  We made ourselves comfortable in the leather couches in her living room. "So what has brou-" Gram Gram asked but was cut off by the shattering of fine china. Gram Gram's brilliant blue eyes turned black and she stood there, her jaw taunt and as the other china glass crushed in her old hand, her eyes turned back to the blue color but only a darker color. "They will trade Judy for Phoebe's body." she said casually as she looked down at the mess she had made.

"But they will not have either because we need both. And we will have both."

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This is dedicated to my friend Rachel, so thank her for this chapter because she pushed me to write it. 

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