My Heavy Dirty Soul: Sinister 2 based story

chapter eight

as i walked back into the house, courtney, zach, and dylan were getting the stuff ready. i went in the bathroom to wash my hands, and splattered water on my face to cool off. i paused and took a long look in the mirror. i felt like i looked different. like the girl in the mirror wasn't the girl in the mirror that i seen the day i left new hampshire. i looked older, worn out. maybe it was because this whole trip has been nothing but crazy and tiring, and not only that, i missed my mom. lonely nights holding on tight to my necklace that mother had given me, crying and shaking. i wanted to go home. but as much as i wanted to leave, this town interested me. i hated the fact of this murder and house. but it interested me so much, to the point where i didn't want to stay, i needed to stay.

i walked out of the bathroom, entering the kitchen. "here you can do the cheese." dylan laughed, handing me the package. i smiled. courtney rolled out the dough when dylan and zach started arguing over what horror movie we would watch later. "totally a zombie one!" dylan shouted. "no! one with ghosts! maybe even a murder house!" zach snickered. dylan shook is head. "you don't want to because you're scared of this stupid house!" zach laughed, pushing dylan into the counter. dylan didn't do or say anything at all. he just let it happen. but why? the rage started to build in me, and i shot courtney a look, which caught her attention. "boys! knock it off! katie gets to pick, she's the guest." courtney lightly gave me a smile. to be honest i hated being put on the spot like that. but what i hated even more, was how oblivious courtney was to them fighting. i guessed it must have happened a lot. or maybe she was just to numb to the way clint had treated her. beating her, yelling at her, calling her every name in the dictionary, and even worse, he did it in front of the boys. zach must of caught on to it. maybe he realized dylan would let him do it, and then zach never felt the need to stop either, if courtney never really said anything to stop it.

they quickly got over the whole fight, but it still was stuck in my mind.
we finished the pizzas and put them oven to bake. we washed up the table, where flour and cheeses lay on it. "beat you outside!" dylan yelled to zach, running out the door, zach on his heals. courtney sighed, turning off the sink faucet. "im going to run to the store, do you think you will be okay with them?" she gave me a concerned look. i nibbled the inside of my cheek, and nodded. "okay. thank you. and im sorry for them fighting, ever since we moved, they really haven't gotten along. but maybe if you hang with them, it will bring them closer." she said grabbing her bag and opening the door. "maybe." i mumbled. "bye." i whispered. she just waved and walked out the door. know was the time i could explore in a way. i walked through the living room, looking at the small couch, and box tv. there were many pictures hung up. ones of the boys when they were little & first born. pictures of young courtney. but one in particular caught my eye. it was courtney, aunt jillian, and my mother. they were in front of a school, graduation hats and robes on, each had flowers in their hands along with their diplomas. all smiling. all 3 had beautiful smiles. i remember my mom had told me that only a few weeks after she graduated high school, she moved to new hampshire, to get a "fresh start". she told me how she had this plan to move since the beginning of high school, and her parents could care less if she went (i have never met them, but my mom had always told me i wouldn't want to.) she also told me that she had made a deal with aunt jillian and courtney to stay and finish high school, but she wouldn't stay no longer than a month after graduation. my mom really had no desire to take anyone with her, and she'd often say that it really didn't matter if aunt jillian or courtney wanted to go with my mom. she really wanted to go on her own, where she could start new with everything. then she met my dad, where they were together only 5 months before having me. my dad left when i was to little to remember, and i've never been with him since. always just me and my mom. we had no family in new hampshire, but my mom started building strong relationships with neighbors and my friends parents. but even then she would always say that those people really didn't matter, and that all she needed was me. i didn't learn until i was about 9, not to ask about my dad. my mom was too sensitive to the topic, but being so young i was curious, and i wanted to know about him. now, i could care less. i never understood why my mom was treated the way she was, because the people that have met her, have never had anything bad to say. she never started problems with anyone, and was laid back. i also would ask about her parents and she would tell me that they never wanted kids, but when they had her and aunt jillian, they only ever seemed to like jillian. my aunt was older than my mom by 2 years, and since my grandparents never wanted kids, my mom looked at it like they had jillian first, so they would treat her better than their 2nd child that they really never wanted. i felt bad for my mom. caught up in all this hate.

remembering all these things, made me start to cry. i felt the warm tears trickle down my face, and they wouldn't stop. it had been almost 2 weeks and still no sign of my mom or no information. all i could think was that she was dead. to add on to that, that would mean my aunt jillian and her horrible boyfriend john would file for adoption, and i'd have to live here, go to a new school, make new friends, but worse, not have my mom.
my thoughts and tears were shortly interrupted by a honk. i looked out the window on the door to see my aunt jillian in her car with my bag. i whipped my tears and braced my self before walking out the door, into the steaming hot illinois weather.

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