Revenge

Chapter 3

          She don't know why she decided to visit the Wilson house at night or why she even wanted to visit at all, but it seemed the perfect time to go. She stared at the remains of the house wondering what could of happened. She saw the small well Mrs. Wilson had made a couple of years ago untouched and beautiful as ever. The roses that had grown around it looked even more beautiful than ever. Police caution tape was all around the scene. She slowly walked under the tape to the house and looked around. What happened? Was it Mrs.Wilson?

        She walked through the mess and found her old teddy bear that she had once loved as a kid. It gone missing and her parents told her she didn't need a stuffed bear. Her parents seemed happy it was gone. Did it really go missing? She felt the bear and was surprised it did not burn. It was untouched. It was as of someone had simply laid the bear on the ground to save it from burning.

      She sat it down and looked around some more. If the police saw her here, they would think she was up to no good. Then her parents would really be mad. They would probably ground her. Not that she was worried. They wouldn't pay enough attention to her to keep her grounded.
         She was curious as to why her dad didn't seem to care the Wilson's died. She understood his reasoning for not wanting to get too upset over it, but there was no emotion, no sign of that being an old friend. Everyone had emotion to someone they know getting killed. She always wondered if the money was what made him so cold.

      When she got home, Emily came in the living room. The look on her face screamed curiosity. Their parents were gone.

"Where is mom and dad?"

"The police took them to the station to question them about the Wilson's.They died in a fire Emma. Did you know about it?"

     Emma nodded and slowly glanced at the newspaper on the table. Her dad must have been reading it some more because the paper lay wide open with a coffee cup sitting beside it. She walked to her room without saying a word. She didn't know what to say. When someone she knows gets murdered, it makes her nervous. Too close for comfort.

       Emily followed her and sat beside her on the bed. Emma was silent a few minutes thinking of everything that she had seen and heard. Her parents were pulled in for questioning and she held a bear from when she was a child that she had found in the scene of the crime. She didn't want to take it since it was probably labeled as part of the crime scene, but something told her to grab it. Something felt wrong, but she did not want to worry Emily or make her think things were a mess. She was not sure of that yet. She didn't want Emily to be afraid of anything. She didn't want to tell her that she had just visited the scene. Emily might not understand that.

    The scenery took place at the Wilson house where all she saw was disaster. The once beautiful mansion was now nothing but ashes. The wind was blowing softly scattering the smell of burned wood. The ashes floated around her like snowflakes falling in the winter. It almost looked like winter standing here. The ground was white from the ashes. It was hot where she stood and she could almost reach out and feel fire that wasn't there. She closed her eyes wanting to wake up and never see this again. When she opened her eyes, the scenery changed and she was in the street in her pajamas and it was very late. She looked around and saw a swing set and a trampoline in front of a small blue house. Lights were on inside and the sound of the television was heard. It was a big blue house with a beautiful garden in front of it. Rose bushes circled the garden. She wanted to know who lived there so she could try to save them. She felt like they were in extreme danger. She could feel it in every inch of her bones. She slowly walked to the window and peaked in. Luke Greyson. He was her dads best friend and never went against him on anything. He was obedient to her dad like a lap dog.

Emma did not know why she was here and why she was being forced to watch Luke watch TV, but something was about to happen. She could feel it like you feel eyes watching your every move. He of course was drinking a corona and smoking a cigarette like it was his last day on Earth. He was treating that cigarette as if he would never have one again. Maybe he wouldn't. His messy blond hair hung in his face and his wrinkled night clothes unwashed. He looked as if he did not care what happened around him and it did not look like he would ever care. He was self-absorbed and nothing else mattered. She remembered the night that Luke had slapped her so hard she cried for hours. He would laugh and tell her parents she was mouthing when she was really playing her dolls in her room. He was a cruel man and very abusive. He would beat his family till almost death then get drunk and laugh it off. His wife was so afraid of him that when he entered the same room she was in, she coward down as if he was going to hurt her again just for being there. Her dad knew this but never stepped in to end it when he could have. That angered Emma. She felt her face heat up as she thought about him. Cruel men had no place in this world.

The wind picked up and before Emma could say anything, the house exploded throwing her backwards into the street. The blast had taken her breath away as she was blasted back. She didn't even feel her body hit solid ground but her body ached like she had.

A throbbing in her head began. She shot up in bed breathing heavily and sweating. She looked around and realized that she was still in her room, but it was daylight. The sun was out and Emily was getting ready for school. She rubbed her head as if she could rub the pain away. Her head was throbbing like in the dream. Her body ached like she was body slammed down. Was it normal to feel what you felt in your dream?

She slipped in the kitchen to get a glass of water seeing that the time was 7 in the morning. She wasn't much of a coffee drinker but she was glad to have some this morning.

"Off again I see. Maybe later you can come clean this place up instead of running around town. Some of us are hurt and can't do it ourselves." Emma glared at her mother who had just entered looking like she had passed out drunk again. She was using her cane this morning though she walked perfectly normal. Emma rolled her eyes and grabbed her work clothes.

"Hip still hurting or are you ready to admit you are faking it?"

"What do you know? Why would I fake an injury? I am not getting money out of it." Her mom argued flopping down in a kitchen chair. Emma, being the kind person she was, handed her mom some coffee.

"I am doing my best mama. Emily misses you. She needs you."

Her mom was quiet spinning the coffee cup on the table slowly. For a minute, Emma saw her mom from when she was younger, the loving one. Her mom smiled and then sipped her coffee, but just as quickly, she was back to being the stone cold woman.

"Life happens. She has a roof over her head. Don't be harassing me over things you don't understand."

Emma had so much more she wanted to say, but bit her lip and left. There was no point in starting a fight she would never win.

She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the newspaper headlines as she passed by on her way to work. No.

GREYSON BURNING

She picked it up and read it knowing already who it was who died. Luke Greyson was the guy she saw in her nightmare. Her dads best friend. Her heart raced and she felt her face grow hot. Why did she dream about the fire? Was this a vision or an accident? Something felt wrong about this. Maybe she was having visions about fires being started as a way for her to try and stop it. She could not tell anyone about this or they would write her up as a culprit. She had to remain quiet whether or not she saw it happen before it actually happened.