Psycho Love

6

I storm in and... nothing.
Nothing seems out of the ordinary. The shed is full of tools and odd bits of timber are spread across the concrete floor. Along the back wall is a small carpeted area, the carpet is littered with balled up bits of paper, and has a cluttered desk at the edge of it along the back wall. Off to the left of the desk is a stack of wood that looks like it would be used for the fireplace inside the house.
"Wow! I can totally understand why he would lock all of this up. It is definitely dangerous in here!" Trey remarks sarcastically.
This doesn't make any sense.
"Why would he lock up the shed if all there is, is just tools and shit?" I ponder aloud. I spot a small wooden box sitting on the desk, it is mostly hidden underneath old newspapers that sit on the desk but a small gold label glints in the afternoon sun that now fills the shed. As I come closer to the box I realise that it is the box that I made for my dad when I was ten. It is a puzzle box, staring at it brings back my tears, "I remember when I gave this to dad," I say lovingly, " he told me that he would only put the most precious things in it. That one day when I was older I would understand how special it truely is to him." I grab the box and start moving the sliding rectangular pieces on top in a pattern that I didn't even know I remembered. After 20 seconds of moving pieces around a small popping sound comes from the box.
It's open.
Slowly I open it, unsure of that I will find... but there is only a photo, or half a photo to be more accurate. Trey reaches over my shoulder and grabs the photo out of the box. It is a picture of me when I was 6 years old. I'm giggling and pointing at something that is no longer there.
"Alright, why would your dad keep a ripped up photo in a hidden old puzzle box?" Trey asks the obvious question and waits, staring at me for me to answer.
"How should I know?" I snap, confused by everything that has happened the last 48 hours, this is just another thing to add to my confusion.
I grab the photo back off Trey and stare at it. 'What were you up to dad?' I ask silently, praying that he will help me from beyond the grave.

"Okay, lets just keep looking around and see if there is anything else." Trey nods his head in agreement and starts to wonder off to the opposite end of the shed when the floor underneath him groans. A look of confusion appears on Trey's face as he looks down at his feet, "I don't weigh that much, do I?" he jokes.

"I was going to mention it... but we got caught up with running away from a deadly gang and all." I retort jokingly and roll my eyes. He steps off the carpet and starts to roll it up, revealing a small wooden trap door. 'How cliché,' I quietly scoff. Trey yanks that trap door open and I start to climb down the ladder that is in the small opening, when did dad even have time to make this? Finally I reach the bottom and lean against the wall to my left, catching my breath and waiting Trey to make his way down. "Pick up the pace Trey!" I exclaim, my frustration growing quickly.
"It's easy for you Em, you are tiny. You don't have all of these muscles weighing you down." He jumps off the ladder three rings from the bottom, turns on the spot and gives me a wicked smile and a wink. I swiftly turn away, making sure I keep my amusement hidden, as I start down the thin corridor. The walls are smooth and polished concrete, creating a loud echo as I walk cautiously to the door at the end of the corridor. As we near the door, i notice that something has been pinned to it...
It's a picture of my father, but it has been torn in half. He looks so happy, as he holds up a necklace showing it to some invisible being. My mind starts to wonder off into memories of my father giving me my necklace.

I'm sitting on my fathers lap laughing at one of his horrible dad jokes, when he pulls his hand out from behind his back revealing this beautiful necklace. It is a small circular locket, with a firefly imprinted on the front. "This is for you Emmy, it is very precious so you have to promise to take good care of it," He explains. "Yes Daddy, I will take good care of it, but why is it precious?" My curiosity pushes me to ask. "One day I will explain everything, Firefly." He answers as he gives me a soft kiss on my head and helps me put the necklace on.

I stare at the door as I hold my necklace in my hand, everything just seems so odd like a scene out of some sort of movie. Why is my necklace so important that he would pin up pictures of the day he gave it to me? I thought that it was just a nice gift. My eyes travel to the lock on the door and I notice that there are two indents in the hard metal... two joined circles, just like my necklace. I smack my forehead with my palm realising how stupid I have been for the last few minutes, the necklace is precious because it is the key to opening this door and to getting to whatever it is concealing. Hastily I take the necklace off and open the locket up to reveal the picture of my parents inside, I stare at it for a split second and then gently press the open locket into the lock. After a few tedious seconds of waiting a click comes from the door and it starts to open.

"Okay seriously, was your dad a fucking spy or something!" Trey exclaims from behind me. ignoring him I retrieve my necklace and quickly out it back on, feeling naked without it. Then I place my hand on the door and push it open. My mouth falls open as i take in the surroundings of the new room, at least a half dozen computer screens cover the left wall - all top of the line computers, there is a massive desk just under the screens that has what looks like hundreds of files spread across it, but that isn't what shocks me the most, what shocks me is what is on the right hand side of the room... Guns. Crates and crates of guns scatter the right side of the room.