The Mysteries Of Baker Town

Part 4: Flash Back

I look down at the soda and give it to my dad.

"Bout time!"

I give a smug look to my dad as a reply to his angry scowl. I am sure he is joking.

"Did you unpack?"

"Well, I was going to.. but you told me to grab you a soda." I reply with a hint of sass.

"Don't get all moody with me!" My dad replies.

I raise my eyebrows and nod my head. I then take a couple steps to my suitcase and duffel bag in the middle of the driveway, pick them up and head into the cabin, Sam's Soda.

As soon as I opened the weak wooden door a wave of memories hit me. The couch, the coffee table, the lamp on the side table, the circular rug, the dining room.. it all looked so familiar all though I had never been here before.

I could almost guarantee it. Instead of looking around the kitchen and dining area anymore I look down at the ground, shake my head and walk down the dimly lit hallway to find three closed doors and to my left a dark crooked flight of stairs leading down to the basement.

I picked the room farthest to the right, and slowly entered the small dark room. I flicked the light switch on to find a bed and a side table which were luckily not familiar to me at all.

At the end of the bed was a closet with four dusty hangers in it. I grimaced at the sight and lifted my duffel bag onto the queen sized bed. I sighed and laid down on top of the neatly made covers. I turn my head to the left.

A window.. small but efficient, lit the end of the bed with a dusty ray of light almost perfectly. I decide to unpack later and make my way back to the small living room.

Even though Sam's Soda is what this place is called, I can't  make out why. It looked nothing like a restaurant or dining area to me.

Another flash.. I'm struck like lighting from the sky to the ground below.. my mom. I see her. Leaning against the side table with a very big belly. The tan lamp lighting her bright red face.. streams of tears rolling down her cheeks. And my dad.. yelling at her, raising his left hand to her face and his other hand with a half empty beer bottle in it hanging close to the ground.

I gasp and collapse to the ground. I need to go outside. I need air. And time. Time to think about why I just saw my dead mother in a living room I have never set foot in until today.