Our Sick Inheritance (editing)

Ch 89 (colin) - Do You Really Know Your Keeper?

Nate woke Colin up, and was startled out of a nasty nightmare he was having but couldn't remember. His chest felt hot and damp. It took a moment for Colin's brain to focus on what Nate was saying then realized he wasn't talking at all and those were the voices from his nightmare that faded into the silence of the room. Nate watched Colin as he woke to his senses.

"Hi Dad." Nate finally gently said.

"Hi Son." Colin replied. He was about to ask him why he was here but then everything came rushing back to him. He jumped up in a panic startling Nate who stood up quickly as well.

"Oh, my God Nate, I've done something horrible." Colin exclaimed.

"Dad, you look stressed. Just sit down for a moment and tell me what is going on." Nate said as he waited until Colin sat back on his bed before returning to the chair he stood up from.

Colin did as Nate asked then took a deep breath before he ran his hands through his hair and they both watched as he was staring at the ten or so strands that clung to his palm. Colin sighed. Nate said nothing and waited.

"Nate, I need your upmost secrecy right now. I can't let anyone find out especially Anna. I have to get Anna to the island as soon as possible because shit is about to go down." Colin said unsure of his position.

"Dad I promise. You have my complete devotion of secrecy. You can trust me I promise." Nate reassured him.

"I killed a girl today." Colin said and watched Nate to see how he was going to respond. He wanted to see if Nate truly was his confident and not someone who was going to turn him in. He had always had a feeling that Nate took after his mother in the anger department but was as silent as Colin was in trying to control it. He could only hope Nate understood and didn't judge him for it. He was sure however, that once he explained the situation he might take the news better. What disturbed Colin the most was that Nate wasn't reacting like he had imagined but sat there calmly as if he had just told his son that he sold another property which was news he was used to hearing in the last two years. Nate had more of a reaction when Colin told him he had cancer.

"Who did you kill?" Nate asked finally as if he read that his father needed him to respond.

"Let me tell you what happened first before I show you." Colin said still feeling worried.

"Dad, you can tell me I mean it. Tell me everything, you don't have to worry. I am here to help." Nate reassured him again. Colin's eyes filled up with tears then he blinked them back.

"Early in the evening, this girl named Stacy came over. She was looking for Anna because Anna had lent her a sweater and she was returning it before she went on a trip. The snow was almost impossible to drive in so I invited her in, plus I was open to some company. This is the longest I've been alone in a while and found myself wanting to talk to someone besides myself in his house." Colin said. Nate nodded as if he understood.

"I introduced her to the kitchen as well as Caesar's food. She started to tell me that her brother Jake was being followed by Anna. Even though I had a feeling that Anna as lying to me, I was shocked. Right before Stacy had showed up I had been in Anna's room looking for a necklace. I was looking at the pictures on her vanity wall and noticed a girl that looked like Tessa. Since I was already in a bad mood because of being irritated with Anna, when I opened the door to Stacy I was even more shocked. She looked exactly like Tessa did when we met." Colin said. Nate looked confused. Colin held his finger up to indicate there was more.

"As I fed Stacy and listened to what my daughter was up to, I was biting my tongue to hold in my anger. I was just going to hang out with her for a bit longer as we ate desert then send her on her way, but she needed to use the bathroom and was taking a long time to return to the kitchen. I went looking for her and found her in your room with this in her hand." Colin went to the side of his bed and retrieved the dagger from a drawer of his bedside dresser.