Terror in the Night

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

When they reached Faye's childhood home, she was slightly reluctant to get out of the car. Her happy memories were made in that house but so did many bad ones followed shortly after the good ones. So many nights she went bed and cried herself to sleep.

“Are you coming in?” Graham asked softly while he held the door open; she was so wrapped in her own thoughts she didn't even notice he had gotten out of the car.

She nodded but when she placed her foot on the ground, she hissed and practically jumped back into the car.

Graham chucked and quickly scooped her into his arms before shutting the door with his hip.

“Put me down,” Faye shrieked and grabbed his shirt in case she slipped out of his arms when he strode towards the house. “Dad, please put me down,” she cried and kicked her legs wildly.

Graham just chuckled when he got to the door. “Afternoon Grace,” he shouted over at the little old lady who lived next door.

She was gardening in the front garden when she quickly glanced up and pushed her sun hat back off her face. “Graham,” she snapped and jumped to her feet. Her voice had always been squeaky and always set Faye's teeth on edge. “I thought kidnapping was still illegal.”

“It is Grace, but Faye is the exception.”

“Oh my Lord, Faye, I didn't recognize you with all that soot on your face. How are you girl?”

Faye closed her eyes before plastering a smile on her face and looked over at the little old lady. “I'm fine Mrs Hudson, just a little tired but otherwise fine,” she shouted back. “Get me in the house,” she muttered through her teeth so Grace couldn't see what she was saying.

“I have my hands full, so if you don't mind getting my keys out of my inside pocket and open the door for us.”

“Well you get inside and get some sleep young lady,” Grace shouted back with a wave of her fingers as Faye fished for the keys in Graham's jacket. “If you need anything dear, you only have to ask.”

“Okay Mrs Hudson,” Faye cried as she finally unlocked the door. “You did that on purpose,” she accused as the door shut behind them.

“No, I didn't,” Graham defended, “She's a sweet old lady who loved talking to you when you were younger.”

“You know her voice makes me cringe.” She looked around at the once familiar home.

All the photos of her mum were taken down after a few years after her death, and now all the pictures of Faye had been pulled down too, leaving only cheap paintings in their place.

“Can you put me down now,” she muttered and tried to climb down on her own. “I've got work tonight and I need to sleep.”

Graham rolled his eyes and carried her to her bedroom on the ground floor; when she was living there, they both found it easier for Faye to sleep downstairs so she didn't crash around getting up the stairs in the dark early in the morning. “You've been in a fire, I think your boss will let you take the night off,” he said as he placed her on her old bed.

“Yeah she probably would, seeing as I co-own the place, but Hannah is next to useless at the job on her own, but until she finishes school, she's the best we got.”

She waited for Graham to leave but he hovered in her room still with a puzzled look on his face. “You own a club?” he asked but quickly shook his head, not wanting an answer. “I'll give you a lift later, just give me a shout and I'll get ready.”