“I’m… What?” I’m finally able to whisper just a few words.
I did hear what Avery told me, I understood it as soon as it left his mouth. The thing was, I just couldn’t believe it. Me, dying? I just couldn’t wrap my head around it. It was just so out there. Even listening to the complete silence of the wind and the trees didn’t help because it was like they were finally able to relax with that weight gone.
Avery looked down at me in urgency, “Now that I’ve told we have to leave! There’s going to be people coming to hurt you, the same people who tried to take your Grandparents.”
People trying to take me, to hurt me? The same people who had tried to hurt my Grandparents. That’s not possible, my grandparents were found in the pond, drowned to death because their paddle boat flipped over. It couldn’t be, did my Grandparents actually get murdered?
As if to calm me, large hands squeezed my own pulling me from my nervousness. Avery looked down at me with support and pulled me up by the hands. As he let them go, my mind was flooded with thoughts of my Aunt and Uncle for the first time tonight. What was going to happen to them?
“Avery, my Aunt and Uncle will they be-“
“The rest of your family will be fine, these people don’t want them. They only want you. They want you because you can hear the trees, just like me.” He hurriedly tried to round up some clothes from my dressers, stuffing them into the dark blue bag I had placed beside my door.
I watched in complete shock as Avery quickly walked around my room picking out sock after sock, shirt after shirt. He knew his way around my room as if he had practiced doing all of this for years. Maybe he had, I barely knew anything about him and I definitely never knew that my Gran knew him.
No. Now wasn’t the time to start questioning the very man who has explained to me more than anyone could have. I’ll go with him, I promised. If anything I know my way around this forest like the back of my hand, I can leave.
All of a sudden the house seemed to shake, as if it was nervous. Avery’s shoulders went rigid and he went faster around my rooming picking up my belongings. I seemed to understand, if only a little that something bad was happening. So, I snatched my bag away from him and hurriedly went around my room to shove anything else I needed into my bag. Last to be placed gently into my bag was the little box that was magically back on my vanity, waiting in anticipation to be picked up.
“Avery,” I whispered, “I’m ready, how are we getting out?”
He looked at me in surprise like he didn’t expect me to come with him anything after what he said, “I… we’re going out the window.”
I stared in shock, (why I’m still able to be in shock, who knows?) “Out the window! But it’s the second storey!” I protested with nerves taking over my throat.
Avery seemed to relax and he smirked at me, “Oh Victoria, do you really think I’d let you jump alone?”
I looked at him with a thousand questions swimming through my eyes, “What? What do you mean Avery?”
He started to move closer to me, his eyes burning with purpose. “Victoria, you have to trust me.”
Everything went dark, and all I could remember was the soft rustling of the leaves brushing my hair.
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Not My Home Anymore
Mystery / ThrillerVictoria Greyhold and her Aunt and Uncle are moving into her grandparents home. After her Gran and Pops' death the house has moved into dissaray and they're there to restore it. Vic sees this as a weight on her shoulders, but as she stays in her ch...
