Regret

Chapter Fifteen

(Peter's pov)

"I sure hope this works," I said, as we stood in front of the gate to the mansion.

"Hopefully," Blake said as he opened the gate.

"Hey man, I gotta ask. Why the fuck does your dad have dynamite?" I asked, inspecting the dynamite in my hand.

"Well you see," Blake said with a smirk on his face.

"My dad is a lazy fisherman," he said as I started to laugh.

"Isn't it illegal to fish like that?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't stop him," Blake said.

"So what's the plan?" I asked.

"I say we just place these in different places of the house and that should take care of it," Blake said.

"And if it doesn't?"

"Then we go to plan b."

"Which is?" I asked.

"We go back to my truck, and get the gas tanks and finish it off."

We walked up the steps and opened h
the front door, there was still crime scene tape on the property from that night. Something we both remembered very well.

Blake had to carry Maria out of the room, she went into full hysterics after Michael died.

"Guy's Lilly still isn't waking up," Brii said in a worried tone.

"I think we should call the police," I said.

"Won't we get in trouble though?" Blake asked.

"Our friend just died, Lilly isn't waking up. Is that all you can think about, getting in trouble?" I said.

"Peter calm down I didn't mean it like that," Blake said.

"Then how did you mean it?"

"Just forget it," Blake said walking out of the room.

I took my phone out, calling the police. It didn't take long for them to arrive, they had to sedate Maria, she was still in a state of hysterics when they arrived. The image of the body bag leaving the mansion was too much for all of us to handle. At that moment I knew, I knew I would never be the same ever again.

"Peter," Blake said, waving his hand in front of my face.

"Hmm?"

"You ok man, you zoned out on me."

"Yeah sorry, just memories of that night came rushing back at me," I said.

"Yeah I understand, it's hard being back in here," Blake said looking around.

"I guess I'll take the first floor," I said.

"We're not splitting up," Blake said.

"But-" I started but was interrupted.

"I said no Peter and that's final," Blake said.

"Fine."

"Let's just put some of these in the foyer then move up to the second floor," Blake said as we placed dynamite around the room, once that was done we headed upstairs.

"Hey, Blake."

"Yeah?"

"Did we leave the Ouija board here?" I asked.

"I'm not sure why?"

"Well, I remember Maria saying something to me about how you had to burn the Ouija board."

"Well let's go to the room and find out," Blake said as we headed to the end of the hall.

When we opened the door to the room we saw the Ouija board still there. Right, where we had left it.

"We definitely need to put some dynamite in here," I said.

"Agreed."

We walked in and placed dynamite around the room.

"Ok we need to get out of here, so I can flip the switch," Blake said as we left the room.

We went down the stairs, then walked outside. Once we were a good distance away Blake flipped the switch to the dynamite. The silence was broken by a thunderous explosion. Shards of wood and glass went flying in a million different directions, we hid behind a couple of trees, shielding ourselves from the debris as best as we could.

"It worked," I said as I moved away from the tree to see the house ablaze.

The structure was crumbling to the ground, the flames grew higher. Filling the once fresh air, with the smell of burning wood.

"Can we go now, Blake?" I asked.

"Yeah we can go now," Blake said as we turned around and headed back to Blake's truck, leaving the ruins of the burning house behind us.