Fatal Memories

Chapter 3: I'll be There for You

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Chapter 3: I'll be there for you.

Third Person Point of View

MAY 20, 1989

                Janelle Lehman stood in her daughter room clinging on to her daughter prom dress. It was Saturday and the night of the prom that her daughter been counting down for since last year. "My baby girl," Janelle sobs clinging on to the silk blue material. Janelle hasn't left her daughter room in days. Young Logan Lehman is visiting his grandmother since Gwen Lehman disappearance.

"Mrs. Lehman is you home?" A distance voice calls out that belongs to Old Versha, the next-door neighbor. Janelle stands up and quickly try to wipe away her tears but the tears has damaged her brown eyes leaving them bloodshot and dark smudges of makeup left her looking like a raccoon as well. "I'm coming down, Versa!" she calls out and walks down the carpet stairs that lead down to the living room.

Old Versa was a middle age, big boned African American woman whom rumored to be from Jamaica and dealt with Voodoo. However, May City was a small place that thrive any news so any rumors that are mostly false. "Oh, child!" Old Versa cries out when she sees the distress woman. "Are you okay?"

Janelle exhales and tries to surpasses a sob that was about to send her into a bundle of tears. "I'm fine and what do I owe your visit to?" Janelle asks and she nervously tugs at the end of her shirtsleeve.

"I was just checking to see if you are okay because you haven't been at work in days," Old Versa says and then holds up a wrapped plate. "I also wanted to bring you by some of the food I cook last night." Old Versa caught a warm glimpse in Janelle bloodshot eyes before the distressed woman lead her into the kitchen.

Janelle took the plate of food from Old Versa and reheated before eating at the rounded breakfast table. "It been so long since I ate," Janelle says working on her forth spoonful of mashed potatoes.

Old Versa clasp her large hands together and press them down on the table as she sat next to Janelle. Old Versa could just see the grief and sadness pouring out of this distressed woman and Old Versa didn't want to come off to forcibly by telling her the news she had on her daughter."Janelle as you has been friend for years I have to tell you something about Gwen."

The fork in Janelle hand drop to the half-empty plate and her head snap up to look at Old Versa head on. "What do you know about my daughter? Is it your son, Officer Donovan that found out something!" she exclaims and even going as far to reach over to grab Old Versa hand. "Please tell me anything you know, please!"

Old Versa forehead crinkles, as she was able to read some of Janelle emotions. "My son doesn't know anything about your daughter case but I know why she disappeared."

Janelle redraws her grasp from Old Versa and look at the old woman with new eyes. "What did you do?" She exclaims. "Did you perform some evil magic on my daughter, huh?"

Old Versa ignores the distressed woman assumptions and laughs. "It's true I know the magic of voodoo but I wasn't the one that used it to rid your daughter."

Janelle shakes her head letting her long dangly brown hair fall into her face. "Miss Versa I'm not in a mood to be messed with! Tell me what happen to my little girl!" She exclaims but her anger only lasts a few minutes before it disfigures and she was sobbing now.

Versa fingers the loose string of fabric from her blue night coat as she tried not to sound like a crazy woman. Versa had stopped dealing with those dark-complicated magic years ago when she left Jamaica when she was only 24. However, Versa knew something strange happened on the night of May 15 because she could sense the bad magic surrounding the Lehman house that night. "My magic tried to stop the bad magic that was surrounding your house but I didn't know your daughter was the main focus of the spell---."