Second Chance

Chapter 6: Sister

The house was old, it was sordid and seemed to be under the care of an inebriated old buffoon. The painting oil was peeling off and the house was in an extremely bad condition.

Who was the proprietor of this damn house?

She glanced at me and directed her head at the old house. Each step left a creaky sound, it had given me the impression that it was going to break at any moment. I continued observing the house, it seemed to get worse by the second and it gave me a distorted image of the interior.

Summers poor sister lived in this kind of condition? Why would she be visiting her sister, I'm sure there must be a blood fuel due to jealousy or something.

"C'mon, we don't want to keep her waiting for me." She said, touching designated pieces of the architecture to this house. I put up the hoodie of my leather jacket, and looked at the reflection of one of the old broken mirrors.

My face was engulfed by the shade of the hood. "C'mon dear," as she opened the door and entered the house. She didn't even knock, this is ludicrous.

I followed behind her with caution. I wasn't surprised however, it wasn't very welcoming at all. It was isolated and messy with an extremely small interior. The chair rocked heavily, giving sign to human or animal presence.

We looked at each other momentarily, Summers' eyes were filled with concern. "Is anybody home? Jess, you there?" Summer asked loudly, her voice echoing through the room. This is bad, this is really bad.

Footsteps echoed back receptively, it became rhythmic at one point. CLICK, CLACK. Are those heels? Why would she be wearing seductive foot wear when she lives in such a damaged home.

I finally deduced the appropriate career that she did. She must be a prostitute. The thought of it made me shudder.

She finally entered the room and she definitely was not what I was expecting.

Summers' sister was blonde, her hair laid down on her forehead and she looked more like a farmer than anything else.

I just perused her, her green eyes almost identical to her sister. She was wearing a farmers shirt, red patches and navy blue jeans. High topped brown boots. But that's not the thing that took my attention. It's what was in her hand.

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The double barrel shotgun was aimed directly at my head. "Who the fuck is this punk and what's he doing here?" She asked aggressively, her body language was threatening and intimidating.

"It's nice to see you too; Emily" Summer smiled, her eyes filled with joy but her tone had sarcasm. She looked at me awkwardly, and pointed at me. "It's uh, it's Jake. Darling take your hood off" she demanded, while I slowly uncovered my face.

"Jake? Kick him out of my house right this instant!" She yelled, directing with her weapon. What have I done now?

"Wait, Emily. Could you at least tell me what I have done?" I uttered, worried that she might blow my head right off my neck.

Her face became red, her face filled with anger and her eyes had become teary. "You bastard," she struggled to express her sentence. "You have the nerve, to forget my husband! It's all your fault he's dead. You were supposed to have his back, but you failed to keep him safe! It's all your fault, it's all your fault! I wouldn't have suffered for so long you son of a bitch! I'll never forgive you," she sat on the chair, covering her face as she dropped the gun and began to sob.

It was my fault, it was all my fault. All this pain, this suffering because of me. My past continues to haunt my future, I now face my consequences. My punishment will continue from life to death.

I looked down in shame, trembling. I squeezed my fists and turned around. Summer ran towards her sister, hugging her and comforting her. I raised my arms, looking at the gun. I failed her husband, it's time to take her vengeance. Emily looked at me confused, then she understood. Her chance to kill me.

"I'm sorry for your loss. Kill me now, for your husband" I whispered, they both looked at me in shock. Summer continued to whisper things in her ear; but Emily shook her head reluctantly.

She stood up, picked up the gun and aimed it directly at me. "Don't do this Emily!" Summer screamed, her eyes now tearful. Emily's hands shook with hesitantly. "No, I won't kill you. Why should I make my sister suffer as much as I have." She uttered, looking at me with a powerful look.

"I promise I'll help you get revenge." I informed her, looking at the ground. Her face lightened up, but tears were still meandering down her face. She ushered us to the kitchen and we followed.

To my complete surprise, she kneeled down and opened the kind of mini door you open for an attic. But this was underground. She smiled as the stairs lowered down. "Welcome, to my real home".