Once I was dragged out of that house I was shoved into a car, driven to another house, then dragged out the car onto the house I was weirdly familiar of. It felt as If i've been here before but when I was little. It was light gray house. The smell of the fresh cut grass filled the air. The brick pathway led to the front door. Curtains were wide open allowing people to see right in the house. The door was dark brown with glass on the top half. Lucas rang the door. After a while of waiting, a car pulled in the driveway right next to the car we came in.
The car door opened and a suited man came out. The man shut the car door. "May I help you?" The man asks.
"I'm sorry. Maybe we're at the wrong house." Lucas walks past him. He gets in the car without me as I try to move my legs. Sadly my legs are stuck like they are glued to the bricks. The suited man's tattoo catches my eye as he walks past me. It was a ying yang on the back of his neck. Lucas waved his hand at me but I was still cemented to the ground. I tried to move my body; nothing. I forced everything I could, everything I had or thought I had; nothing. The suited man went inside and I feel to the floor. Getting up as quick as I could, I ran to the car, got in, and we drove away.
"What the hell were you doing?"
"I was stuck. One minute I was in a trance from that man's tattoo then the next I was paralyzed. I couldn't move." Lucas looked at me as if I was lying. "Did you see his tattoo? It was nothing I've ever seen before. Well I've seen a ying yang before but nothing like that. "
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As we drive on the highway Lucas hands me an envelope. With a name written in cursive on the front, it read: Mr. Gilmore. I took out the paper from inside and unfolded it. It was a typed letter.
"What is this?" I ask Lucas.
"Just read it."
April 23, 1998
Dear Mr. Gilmore,
I wish I could have told you this before. But first I would like to apologize for what you are about to read. I know we haven't talked...or seen each other in a long time. You may have been informed that my daughter has given birth to a boy. I know you and I had history but I also know you and my daughter have had history too. Please visit me once you get this letter, we need to talk.
You may be the father to my grandson.
Sincerely, Morris Bahari.
"What is this?"
"This? This is a letter from your grandmother that was delivered to my father 3 days before his death."
"What the..."
"Now check the date"
"April 23..."
The day my mother died.
YOU ARE READING
Girl Who Cried Wolf
Teen Fiction"Luke is a Werewolf!" she yelled. "Why are you guys just sitting there? Come on." "I told you, they can't see you." "But why?" "You're dead."
