Unexpected Reality: Book 1: Gamer Girl Page 20

  'Don't you tell me when I’ve had enough!' Bryan barked. He started to get up from the sofa, but gravity decided against that. He lost his balance and fell. The room wasn't spinning too badly yet for Bryan, but most sudden movements were out of the question.

  'Just get washed up for dinner. Can we have one normal dinner here? Just once? If you won't do it for me, at least do it for your daughter.'

  Bryan wiped his meaty hand across his nose. 'My daughter? You want me to do it for her? Is that what you want?'

  'Don't you get any ideas now. I told you before, I won't stand for that sort of behavior under my roof!' Danielle felt Laura's thin body dig its way further under her arms. A chunk of mousey blonde hair stuck into view.

  'She's my daughter. I'll do what I want with her. When I want with her.' Bryan said as he finally got off the sofa.

  'Bryan, she’s six years old! I won't let you near this child until you sober up!' Danielle took a step to put herself more between her son and her grandchild.

  Bryan laughed, 'Not worth the bloody effort. Go bring me some dinner....and another one of these lagers!' He sat back down on the sofa with a plop. The lager on the floor spilled over and started to soak into the carpet. 'Now look what you made me do!'

  Bryan picked up the can and tossed it towards them. The can whizzed above Laura's head and clanked against the wall behind her. She cringed out of fear of her father, and her tears came in uncontrolled waves.

  'You're scaring her half to death! Get a bloody grip on yourself!' Danielle pleaded.

  'The only thing I want to get a hold on is another lager, your dumb cow! Now go get me some before I show you what upset looks like!'

  Something snapped inside of Danielle and with a burning rage, she charged towards Bryan.

  'Out. Get out! I want you gone!'

  'You yelling at me, old woman? Who pays for the place here? I do! If anyone's getting out, it's you and that worthless daughter of mine! No good daughter, just like her no good mother!'

  Bryan started to take off his lager-stained shirt. His gut hung over his sweatpants. The hairs on his stomach were matted from days of not washing. The figure would have been a grotesque comedy if it weren't for the knife he slipped from his sweats to his hand.

  'Put that down, Bryan. Put that down!' Danielle desperately pleaded.

  'You still trying to tell me what to do, old girl?'

  'Laura, go to your room and lock the door.' Danielle said as Laura clung to her thigh. 'Go darling! Lock your door and don't let anyone in!' Danielle tried to get Laura to safety, but the child stayed tight to her leg. A bit of wetness pressed against Danielle's leg. It came from a sudden wet patch that quickly grew from the seat of Laura's trouser bottoms.

  'Looks like the dumb girl wet herself! Is the little sissy peeing her pants again?' taunted Bryan.

  'Don't mind him, Laura. Just go to your room sweetie. I'll be there in a bit to help clean you up.'

  Laura looked up at her grandmother. The smell of hot urine started to fill the room. Laura's crying came out in choked sobs. Bryan started to laugh, but his chuckle was cut off by the front door bursting open. Within seconds, a man arrived in the front room.

  'Put down the knife, son!' Said a plain clothed detective. He was followed in by a partner also in plain clothes. Both were supported by half a dozen uniformed officers

  'How the bloody hell...' Bryan began.

  'I said put the blade down, son!' The detective repeated himself.

  'What the bleeding hell are you doing in my house!' Bryan shouted at the detective.

  'You were making enough noise for the whole village to hear. Now, put the knife down. Won't ask again.'

  'Sod off...' was all Bryan could get out before he found himself lying face-down on the spot where he spilled the lager. Detective John Ford drove his knee into Bryan's left kidney.

  'I asked you nicely, didn't I? Looks like we have to do it the hard way. That's what you usually like though, eh, Bryan? The hard way?'

  'Wait, how do you know my name?'

  'Let me put it to you this way, Bryan. William Morris. That's right, we're here to arrest you for the murder of William Morris. Stopping this show on these two ladies is just the icing, just the bloody icing.' Detective Ford emphasized the words with his voice, and also by jabbing his knee deeper into Bryan's back.

  Bryan tried to turn his head to face his mother, 'You! You Bitch! You grassed me! You bloody grassed me!'

  'Boys, why don't you take statements from the two ladies there. I'll take care of bad boy here.' Detective Ford shouted as his two partners took Danielle and Laura aside.

  'I'll be out in no time! You know I will! Then I'll slit those bitches’ throats!' Bryan's venom was one of desperation.

  John Ford communicated back to Bryan.

  The sound of Bryan's shoulder popping out of its socket would be disturbing under normal circumstances, but for Danielle, it was music. Much needed music. A symphony that started up the band that was Bryan's mouth screaming in pain.

  'Sorry. Looks like you’ve accidentally broken something. Oh, don’t worry about it. I hear our lockups have good docs now. They'll fix you up real nice. See, we have the knife now. Motive. Witness. Weapon. We have you. We have you for a long time, Bryan. A very long time indeed. Done my homework on this one!'

  Detective Ford picked Bryan up by the waist and dragged him out the door in cuffs. Before exiting, he looked at Danielle and Laura for a moment, gave a reassuring smile and lifted his hat in salute.

  'Evening. Don't bother waiting up. He won't be coming back. I promise you that.'

  He shoved Bryan out the door and turned back to Danielle. She smiled at him and held Laura to her leg.

  'Oh, and ma'am? Thanks for the tip.

  Chapter 4

  Augustine stood watching her daughter in bed. Abi was tucked firmly into her small twin-sized bed. Her favorite white rabbit toy snuggled close to her chest. Augustine inspected the perfume bottle she was given. The top of the bottle had a design of a snake eating its own tail and the bottom was inscribed with words she couldn't make out.

  'Mum, what's in the bottle?' asked Abigail.

  'It's just something one of your pa's friends gave us. It will help you sleep better.'

  'Will it help with nightmares?'

  'Yes. I hope so.' Augustine said as she took the top off the bottle, dipped her finger into the oil and dabbed it onto her daughter's forehead.

  'It smells like that woman. Mummy, if they are friends, how come he never talked about them like he does Mr. Baker?' Abi asked.

  'They are older friends, Abi. You know he doesn't like to talk much about what happened in the old land.'

  'But Mummy, who are those people?' Abi pressed further.

  Augustine bowed her head down for a second. When she composed herself enough, she looked at Abi with a fake smile.

  'Tsk, tsk. You are full of questions today Abigail. You know who they are. They are old friends of your father coming to visit. They want to help with your bad dreams.'

  'MA mica?'

  'Shush. No more questions, Abi. Time for bed. We talk more tomorrow. Your father and I, we love you so much...' Augustine cut herself off as tears started to swell up in her eyes.

  'I love you too, Mummy!' Abigail could see the upset on her mother’s face, and decided it best not to ask more questions.

  Augustine swooped in and kissed her child on the forehead. The taste of the oil lingered on her lips. She kept her lips on Abigail's forehead longer than usual, squeezed her around the shoulders and kissed her on the cheek. Abigail smiled up at her mother and Augustine smiled back.

  With a quick and gentle pat of her finger, she tweaked Abi's nose. 'Goodnight, my child.'

  'Night, Mummy.' Abigail said as her mother got up from the bed. One last look at her child and Augustine left the room, shutting the door gently behind her.

  As she made her way downstairs, she could see that everything was ready. The table was in the middle of the
room with her husband and their visitors sitting around it. There was an open chair waiting for her next to her husband. The only lights that illuminated the room came from small candles that made a circle around the people sitting at the table.

  Alexandro looked up at his wife, 'We are ready my dear.'

  Augustine made a silent prayer and joined her husband at the table. The circle started to join hands. Only Beth did not join. She was quiet, muttering something low. Then her eyes opened, and she began to address the group.

  'Alexandro, Augustine, we all know why we are here. It is for a purpose that none of us wished to see. But it needs to be. This thing, this thing follows a family for years, for generations. It takes many shapes. Male. Female. Do not be deceived! It hides in the blood so we forget it ever was. Yet, when we dare to forget, it returns. A dark evil thing that clings to our emotions, weaknesses and guilt’.

  Beth paused and when she was sure she had everyone’s undivided attention, she continued.

  'It knows our deepest secrets and will use them against us to destroy our lives. It wants only pain and suffering. It is an agent of evil and chaos. No pleas, begging or pacts will appease it. It is a liar and will not leave unless you destroy it.'

  Radica nodded in affirmation. 'What we do carry risks. Yes? But it is necessary if we are to rid ourselves of the dark-hearted one.'

  Beth once again resumed her address.

  'Are you all then giving your oath that you are ready to do what must be done in unity? Even with the risk to your persons?' She looked at each member of the circle with scrutiny and held their gaze in turns. 'Are you ready to protect one another, no matter what?'

  It was Iona's turn to address the circle, 'It is not too late. Not too late to change your minds. For once we begin, the circle cannot be broken. We must see this thing to the end.'

  Beth nodded in agreement. 'The Evil One will come to destroy its foes. It does not care how many it destroys. Its hunger knows no bounds.'

  The candles dimmed momentarily, then flared up strongly. A gust of wind fluttered the flames, even though the windows were shut. Beth looked alarmed, but a stern composure quickly returned to her face. She joined her hands, and the circle was complete.

  'Very well.' Beth began. 'Our weapon is love. Love and forgiveness. It is the only thing that can banish this thing from our lives. For if we forgive and love one another, it has no ground to accuse us before the Almighty.' Beth tightened her grip on Iona and Radica’s hands. 'Let us begin.'

  Silence took over the room. The flames popped and crackled on the burning candles. The flutter could be heard along with the breathing of the group. Beth held her eyes shut and began her chant. It started slowly, but rhythmically. Her chant began as a whisper. 'Djo gja omo...'

  A few of the candles started to flicker intensely. At this sign, the rest of the circle shut their eyes.

  'Djo gja omo ndap qatama...' Beth's voice started to rise, getting stronger. The candles burned brighter as another gust of wind sped through the room. A few drinking glasses in a mahogany cabinet in the corner started to shake.

  'Djo gja omo. Djo gja omo ndap qatama!' Beth's voice struggled to keep above the clatter from the glasses.

  The hinged cabinet doors flew open and the glasses flew from the cabinet, crashing against a wall. The group kept their eyes tightly shut and their hands firmly in one another's grip.

  'Djo gja omo! Djo gja omo ndap qatama!' Beth's voice was almost a shriek.

  The wind blew through one more time and hit Alexandru in the chest. He kept his grip and his eyes closed as best as he could. Candle flames rose high into the air and then flickered back to their normal size. Everything went silent.

  A low guttural breathing broke the silence. Each member of the circle thought they could feel something breathing on the back of their necks. Alexandru's grip on his wife's hand tightened.

  Chapter 5

  Laura gazed at her Gran. She didn't know why her Gran cried over her father and mother. They were bad people, weren't they? Though Gran was good. The only good thing Laura had in her life.

  Gran loved Bingo. She went to the hall every Thursday night. Laura had to go with her, even though the caller called the numbers too quickly for her to keep up with. There was one guy that Gran would hang out with. His name was Andy. Andy wasn't as old as Gran, but he was a lot older than Laura's dad. Andy liked to tickle Laura, but she didn't like it.

  'I'm going to pee!' Laura squealed as she squirmed on Andy's lap.

  'No, you won't! You can't spoil your new pants! They have Rainbow Kittens on them!' Andy teased. He tickled her a bit further and then let her run off his lap.

  'I don't like that game, Andy.' Laura shot back in defiance.

  'You can always try tickling me back if you want.'

  Laura looked at him and shook her head. 'I don't think I wanna do that either. I'm tired. I’ve laughed too much.'

  Andy picked Laura up and took her over to the sofa. 'Why don't we take a little nap while we wait for your Gran to come back from the shops?'

  Andy covered Laura with a blanket and sat next to her. She was small enough to allow him stretch out. He started to hum a song to her. It sounded like something from the radio, but Laura couldn't remember the lyrics. Gran didn't like things with lyrics in them and neither did Laura. Though Andy liked it. Andy liked a lot of things, or so Laura thought.

  Gran seemed to like him too. She said he was like a built-in babysitter. Andy had moved into her dad's room since Gran said they needed a man in the house to be secure.

  When she shut her eyes, she could feel Andy's weight shift. He fumbled in his pocket for something and shifted his weight again. Laura could hear the strike of a lighter and the room started to smell like burning leaves and something else.

  Laura didn't like that either.

  Chapter 6

  Abigail twisted in her bed. She wasn't having a bad dream. In fact, she wasn't dreaming at all. She twisted again. This time, her toy rabbit had fallen to the floor and caused her to open her eyes. The room was dark, save for a small light coming in from her window. She pulled her blanket up to her chin and looked around her room. Shadows bounced off the wall as the headlights from cars passed by her window.

  A small scratching noise was coming from her wardrobe. She held her breath, stayed completely still and tried to listen. It sounded like a rat. Its small claws scratching at the wooden wardrobe. The claw sounds turned into small moans.

  Curious, Abigail threw back the duvet and picked her rabbit off the ground. She held it tight to her chest as she walked slowly towards the wardrobe. The noises became a bit clearer as she neared the wardrobe. The moaning sound reminded her of a dog starting to growl. The scratching continued as did the sound. She looked at her rabbit one more time, squeezed it firmly and put her hand on the wardrobe handle. With a quick yank, she opened it.

  To her surprise, only her clothes stared back at her. She went through the bottom of the wardrobe and couldn't find a trace of a rodent. She shut the wardrobe door and started back to her bed but stopped when she heard another noise. This time, it came from under her bed. Abigail slowly knelt down and peered under the bed.

  Just then, a gust of air blew right into Abigail's face. She held the toy rabbit to her nose tightly, trying to block out the rotten smell that came with the air. She felt a hand on her back and spun around to see nothing there. Petrified, she jumped back into her bed and pulled the covers over her head. Spectral hands crawled up her covered feet.

  'Please don't be there...' Abigail silently pleaded and shut her teary eyes tight. Her blanket was forcefully yanked off her fragile little body. She opened her eyes and saw nothing but the light from her window. She stood up and threaded cautiously across her room towards the blanket lying on the floor when the door opened.

  'Mamica?' Abigail whispered with fear.

  There was no answer. Instead, all she could hear was the faint sound of chanting coming from downstairs. With her toy clamped firmly i
n hand, Abigail quietly made her way to the top stairs and looked down into the living room. She could see her parents holding hands in a circle with the three women.

  Abigail could hear the sounds from below more clearly now. 'Uni? I, in lubire. Lasa-ne diavolul.'

  She could hear Beth's voice rise distinctly over the rest of the group.

  'Serpent, bringer of evil, leave this family!'

  As she watched on, Abi could hear footsteps, though she could not see anybody walking. The sound she had previously heard in her wardrobe came from downstairs too, she thought. The deep guttural growl accompanied by immense scratching grew and began to challenge Beth's voice in loudness.

  'You cannot succeed! The light is our strength! You have no power here! We do not fear you!' Beth's voice rang out in ardent competition with the growl. Yet, anyone viewing the situation from the outside may have been forgiven in thinking just the opposite was true, judging by the faces of the participants. Abigail could make out the candles as their flames shot high. They reminded her of the welding torch her father had used to fix her bicycle.

  Abigail saw her mother's hair stand up and twirl as if someone or something unseen was playing with it. A child's laughter suddenly tore through the house, but Abi couldn't see where it came from.

  'Do not break the circle. Do not fear! It can do no harm if we do not break the circle!' Rodica's voice responded to the unseen child's laughter, charging the circle to stay committed to the cause.

  Frightened, Abigail turned to walk back to her bedroom. She wanted to help her mother, but fear gripped her. As she turned towards the bedroom hallway, her door slammed shut. She ran over to it, but it wouldn't open. It was stuck fast and appeared to be locked from the inside. Another noise from a door unlatching caught her attention. Abi turned to see her parents’ bedroom door open.