Do not forget me

Chapter 11

Irrupted into the police station like a flare-up volcano, my eyes hunted the one who had the audacity to anguish my father. I gave a dirty look to everyone around me, a desire to slaughter them all blaze my body. Finally, my eyeballs met those of Mr steward; sitting in his chairs, legs crossed and reading a newspaper as if he gets paid for reading articles. Flabbergast, my dad was not with him. I scampered and bang his desk with my hands. He winced and leered, his gaze might daunt a human but not a spirit.

" Where is he"? I hollered

"That's her, arrest her, do not let her escape" bawled a woman, coming from the opposite direction.

She advanced near me and pinpointed; she had medium deep copper red hair, a mixture of blue-grey eyes, a mate dark brown lipstick on her chapped lips and wore a royal blue knee-length dress. I recognised her from the first regard itself; Elizabeth Peterson, the overweening woman. I curved my lips into a half smile, letting my dimples showed its beauty and gesticulated my hands.

"Hello, Mrs Peterson," I sardonic.

"Where is my son? We came for your arrestation at your place but you were not there. You are such a fool to come in front of us," she yelled

"Relax! How would I know where your milksop is?," I lampooned.

"Shut up! I saw that old man and you from the camera footage menacing my son just before he went missing" she shouted and her face became so red that it reminded me of a tomato. I could not prevent myself than to laugh in her face. A red nose would turn her into an amazing clown.

" We did nothing to your son, did you well checked your cradle?" I mocked

"Miss Amanda, we have a serious accusation towards you and Mr David. You threatened not only Troy at his house but you did the same thing here in front of me. We have the obligation to jail you until you prove your innocence for the disappearance of Troy," he instructed.

"Mr Steward, if you were that serious for every case maybe Mr David's daughter Lisa would have been found and Troy would de behind the bars, instead of missing. Who knows, maybe there is a ghost tormenting him," I cracked a laugh.

"How naïve you are! You think Mr Steward would arrest Troy. My son! Even if my boy killed your precious little friend or did the most awful things, nobody can touch him," Elizabeth smuggled.

"Mr Steward do you have a daughter?" I addressed to the corrupted officer

"Yes, but, do not make the comparison because we represent the authority, we are not ordinary people like you," he chuckled. " You have 12 hours to think whether or not you want to confess. If you play the tough one, then my stick would play the hard one on you," he proceeded.

"Why 12 hours? Shouldn't it be 24 hours? Ah, I see this law is only for the poor. My excuses, Mr policeman," I said sarcastically

He pretended like I was talking with the bricks of his walls. Handcuffed, hands behind my back, Mr corrupted followed by Mrs arrogant, lugged me into a corridor which embodied of prisoners' cells; they were cold just like in my visions, smelly, some besmirched by blood while the other was grotty. Nevertheless, it cannot be yuckier than Troy's prison. At last, they bumped me into one of their dungeons, my dad was there; skin contusion, black eyes, he limped and embraced me. They crippled and assaulted him; I kept a firm hold on his hands while trying to control my hankering to kill them all. They closed the cell door behind them, but leaving without being insolent were not in the genes of Elizabeth Peterson.

"You became numbed by seeing the condition of your beloved Mr David. If you want to save yourself, then within 12 hours I want to know where is my son," she warned.

Clenching my fist, struggling to control my temper, I did not turn to face her else she would perceive my crimson eyes. Yes, I will kill her then I will take care of her teammate. Both mother and son would meet in hell. Lessons of the day never underestimate the power of a ghost. Everything started with the fault of the Peterson yet, their arrogance kept on growing more and more. She said nobody can touch her but I say nobody can defeat me because I am Lisa and I never forgive nor forget.

"I will save myself. Not only me but Mr David too. But, who will save you?" I hissed

"You are threatening the Peterson family again," shouted Mr Steward

"The warning was not only for her but, for you too," I hissed back.

"I give you twelve whole hours to speak else my stick will talk to you," he shouted.

" I presume that my time starts now. Tick Tok, Tick Tok," I mocked

They quickly, understood that scaring me was pointless. What they did not know was that they awake a beast and now this beast will hunt them. I guessed my journey on this realm will extend as I'm getting new enemies.

"Lisa! thank you for coming, I did not tell them anything," murmured my father

"I will get us out of here. When midnight will come everything will be all right," I promised him

" You need to promise me one more thing," he caressed my face

" What" I questioned

"Stay away from both Mrs Elizabeth and, Mr Steward. They are not our main culprits" He pleaded

How can someone be so humble? Even after they tormented him, he is pleading for their safety. Being good can only destroy oneself, I learned that lesson during the night of my death. Crossing my fingers behind my back and eyes facing the floor I murmured " I promise".