The Call

The Visitation

Becky was confused and hurt from last night. She didn't understand why Joel wouldn't believe her about the break in.

But she did need to keep him out of this whole mess.

Joel was working again today, leaving her alone for hours.

She started going through old photographs of her once happy family.

Something was wrong.

Becky could feel it in her bones.

Was she really going insane?

She picked up her cell phone and pulled up Holden's phone number.

Her finger slid off and on the call button.

Would Holden believe her or just call her crazy like he did at the memorial?

Just as Becky was about to push the green button there was a knock on the door.

Probably a good idea NOT to call him anyway.

Becky put her phone down and walked over to the door and looked out the window.

Holden's ford truck sat at the curb.

Her heart raced in excitement, but confusion set in.

She opened the door and Holden walked right past her.

He was muddy head to toe.

"Is Joel here?" he asked walking right inside.

"Sure you can come in." She says closing the door. "No he is not."

Holden was pacing around her living room.

His body language was starting to freak Becky out but she kept her cool.

"Holden. You are tracking dirt all over my floors. What have you been doing? When was the last time you even slept? Have you been drinking?"

"BECKY! SHUT UP!" he shouted still pacing back and forth. "There is other things to be concerned about then my drinking!"

Becky's body tensed up in anger.

She took a big deep breath in and bit her tongue.

"What is going on?" she asked.

Holden shook his head and grabbed his head with both hands.

"This can't be happening Becky." Holden would not stand still for a second.

He was mumbling under his breath and wasn't making any sense.

This was the first time Becky seen Holden so....out of it.

She walked over to Holden and took both his hands in hers and forced him to stop pacing.

She looked up at him with concern in her eyes.

Holden's eyes were jet black with a touch of fear hidden inside.

"What is happening Holden?"

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in and let it out slowly.

"I'm going insane. I must be! I keep getting the same phone calls you told me about. But Becky?

I swear on my mothers grave, its her! Then....Then she was standing in front of my truck! But...but she was older....and....and Nessa saw her too! So I couldn't be insane right? If someone else saw her! Then...I went back to where....to where I buried her..."

"She wasn't there was she?" Becky interrupted.

Holden looked down at Becky and squeezed her hands.

He didn't even have to say the words.

She knew.

"I saw her too Holden. I kept thinking I was insane to! But last night....someone broke into my house...I was alone... I heard her voice to! Joel came home and she was gone! He just thought I broke the window and that I was just too drunk last night."

"YOU TOLD YOUR HUSBAND!!!!" Holden exclaimed.

"Calm down. He doesn't know. I just told him "someone" broke into the house. Not who!"

Holden couldn't relax, his dead daughter was alive!

"How can I calm down?! Harley is alive! What the fuck are we supposed to do?"

Becky shook her head, "I don't know Holden. Me and you until the end. I'm just as guilty as you are for this! If you go down, I go down! I have a life now...I can't just..."

"Oh yeah your life is just so perfect. You are living a lie. This house," Holden stretched his arms wide and spun around. "This house isn't even yours. You lie next to a man you don't even love and I am sure you drink just as much as me if not more. I know for a fact you've been pretty cozy with your antidepressants."

Becky rolled her eyes and backed away from Holden.

The anger she was trying to tame was breaking free.

"You know nothing about me! I love Joel and he is more of a man then you will ever be!"

Holden put his hands down and his eyes filled with sadness.

Becky may have taken it too far.

Holden balled his hands both into a fist and started walking toward the door.

"You know what? You deal with your fake life. I will figure something out. Like ALWAYS! You are just a selfish bitch. You always have been!"

Holden reached the front door but it opened before he could even open it.

Joel stood looking up at Holden in confusion.

"Who the fuck are you?" he asked.

"It doesn't matter. I'm leaving anyways." Holden said pushing past Joel.

Joel stood inside looking at Becky, who was now in tears.

"Honey, why you home so early?" she said through her tears.

"It really doesn't matter now. Who was that? And what are all these photos?"

Joel walked over to the coffee table and picked up the photos.

Becky's perfect life, was about to be over.