I hadn't realised that I was crying till Uncle Kurt sat next to me and handed me a tissue.
Thank you. I blew my nose.
So I ran over to my mom and saw there was no blood when I lifted her shirt where the bullet had went through. It had sealed itself off, like you could see the wound, but it's like it happened a long time ago and not a few minutes ago. William ran over to us and pushed me out of the way and looked at my mom and he laughed, literally laughed. He kept on saying he didn't believe it worked. I got angry because he just shot my mom and I pushed him away from her and shouted at him. He suddenly become angry, grabbed me by my throat and pushed me against the wall strangling me. I grimace at the thought. Mom got back up and saw what he was doing and she kicked him in the knee cap and he fell on it and it broke. That's why when he walks he limps. She told him to stay away from us, spat on him and we left. She had thrown him out of the house as well. That was the last I saw of him. We went for check ups and the doctors found nothing wrong with her and she discovered she was pregnant with Jaydon. 9 months later she had Jaydon and the migraines started, 2 years later it was migraines and nose bleeds, then seizures and vomiting. Every two years it progressed and the doctors couldn't find anything wrong with her, they said she was just imagining it. I scoffed. We've been to psychologists, neurologists, cardiologists, we've seen every doctor possible and all of them had the exact same answer. Until we spoke to a scientist who had worked for William and told my mom she's dying from the disease William had created and there was no cure yet, she didn't have much time left to live. That there was nothing we could do, but wait for the disease to slowly eat her alive...There was a long silence. Everyone trying to take in what I had just told them.
Jaydon clears his throat and stood up.You know Skylar I figured you for alot of things, but never once did I think you'd be such a liar!
He stormed out of the room.
Jaydon wait!! I stood up and aunt Claire stopped me.
Let him calm down, it's alot to take in. He'll come around, don't worry.
Uncle Kurt finally speaks.
Why didn't you tell us sooner Skylie? Aunt Claire says so softly I had to strain my ears to hear what she said.
I didn't think you'd believe me and Mother thought it's best if no one knew. She was determined to find the cure on her own.
So why didn't she get sick while carrying Jaydon?
Well according to Dr. Marks, Jaydon had kept her healthy and that it couldn't progress while she was carrying. After he was born they tested him and he came up clean from the Plague, he is the healthiest person ever. He doesn't ever get sick.
We sat in silence, no one dared to speak. Aunt Claire looks like she's close to tears but she keeps blinking them back.
Uncle Kurt clears his throat.I'm really sorry Skylar. That isn't something a child should go through.
It's fine, I learned to live with it. It does feel better now that someone knows.
So what are you going to do now? Uncle Kurt says.
Nothing... I saw his look of disapproval. There is nothing I can do. I'm really tired, I don't want to talk about this anymore. Mind if I take a nap?
Uncle Kurt starts to protest but Aunt Claire shakes her head.
Sure Skylie, sleep well. C'mon Kurt let's go make dinner.
Uncle Kurt stares at me for a while then nods his head.
I can't seem to fall asleep though. Jaydon isn't home yet and I can hear Uncle Kurt and Aunt Claire talking about what I told them. I know Jaydon doesn't believe me, but he has to. William is very dangerous and I don't want him getting hurt. I don't have proof except my watch, mom's bullet wound and Dr. Marks. But my mom is dead now, there is no point in digging up the past.
I close my eyes, tired of thinking, tired from crying. Now I'm just drifting into a pit of darkness and allow it to swallow me whole.
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Burned Intentions
Misterio / SuspensoSkylar fights against her father for the death of her mother, but that fight might become the death of her. We always knew the time of sorrow would descend on us, like it has been foretold. Like the Plague, a sudden death, agony and hatred to all t...