Escape

Part 7

Its been two weeks, since the funeral, Skyler is still here. All that has been running through my mind is that phone call. What does it mean? Who was it? What have I done? All of my brothers except Cory decided to go our separate ways. After all they were all considered men, at the tender age of 21,23 and 20. Cory was making breakfast, his famous banana pancakes and bacon. My 18th birthday was coming up June 19th. I was ready for it, ready to come out of this house, off this island.

Skyler came down the stairs, " That smells gooodd".

"Everything that is considered food that you like is considered 'gooodd' ", I said sarcastically.

Cory laughed and said, "Don't worry about her, she's only cutting up with you", I hit Cory.

He's such a pain in the neck at times, but he got it out better than I could ever.

"Oh is that so", he said looking over at me, I tried to hold back my idiotic smile and blush but oh I how failed at it.

I'm falling.... I'm falling for him..I falling for him again..

As I ate breakfast I hear the loud ticking again, so I went outside and looked around. This was strange, I didn't understand. My grandfather was supposed to come to visit today. I loved my Grandfather so much. He was my world, my place to run to when my parents were fighting, he was the only one who really knew what was happening in my life. I was eager to see him after so long. Although my Grandfather is beyond the age to be driving he still does, stubbornly. I sat on the porch and waited on him to arrive, while the ticking still ticked loudly in my ear. Until it slowed down as I saw his car in the distance. All of a sudden a car came speeding around the corner,....... a drunk driver.

The clock chimed Three

The phone call, "someone would die" they couldn't have meant. No, no, no, not him. I ran off the porch to the street, but i was too late. Grandfather's station wagon came around the corner just as the other car and they collided. It wasn't possible to survive that. Both cars mashed up like soda cans. On the street to small streams of blood come together from Grandfather's station wagon. I dropped there and cried as Cory and Skyler ran out the house. Cory stood there frozen after recognizing the vehicle.

"What I miss, what happen" asked Skyler in confusion.

"My Grandfather"i replied choking on tears.

"Oh Rachel.. you don't deserve this. I wish there was something I could do"

I ran my fingers through my hair, This can't possibly be my fault. Am i cursed or something What is this, I began to cry, What is happening to me, to my life, why won't I just be alright, why can't I just be normal, like most people.

Skyler went inside to call the police, me and Cory followed and sat on the couch. I had no more tears left, I was all out of them. I looked up at the ceiling and its blank canvas.

Whats next?

Then my phone began to buzz, I ignored it, who could've possibly wanted to speak to me right now, so early. But it wouldn't stop it consistently rang.

" You gonna get that or not" asked Skyler.

"You can get it"

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" Hello"

"Rachel, where's Rachel, give the phone to Rachel please."

"Who is this, and why do you need her"

I knew this was serious because the bass in his voice dropped to the negatives.

"Please I'll explain it later, just let me speak to her before time is out".

"Okay.. Rachel its for you, they wont identify themselves so maybe you know their voice"

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"Hello, this is Rachel"

"Rachel..."

I dropped the phone, I immediately recognized the voice. There was no voice more softer than my ....... Grandfather's...... As the phone dropped, there was a scream from the phone, and the call had ended.

Skyler saw the emotions run over my face, he knew exactly what I needed. He came and stroked my hair, while i burst into tears. Cory as well heard it and sat down and began to cry but he held majority of them back, trying to show his bravery and manliness.

Something isn't right. My Grandfather is dead, I .. .watched him die, how is it, I just heard his voice........