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Love Lies
Chapter 6; Works in Mysterious
“I am a part of all that I have met.” – Lord Tennyson
“I knew it would come to this! I knew it!” the own- er of the house said as he pulled me inside. “Go to the back with my lady and don’t go anywhere un- less you hear sirens; even then, wait!” he demanded.
I ran towards the back of the house and saw a fair skinned woman peeping out of a room. She motioned for me to join her and I could tell she was more than half as afraid as I was. Deer heads were hanging and birds perched in beautiful forms of forever flight all around the house, so I knew without a doubt there were guns. After she closed the door, I heard a shotgun click into the ready mode and the homeowner growl, “this is it for you SOB.” The door slammed, and there was silence other than the low rumble of the Chevy I left outside. She pulled me in close as I wept, and she reassured me that everything would be okay. As I sobbed she gently stroked my hair and I couldn’t say if time were surely standing still or if in this dimension I had wound up in, that seconds passed like minutes by default.
Suddenly I heard the girl from earlier screaming at the top of her lungs and the owner of the house yelling back, but he was muffled. There was a shot. The girl screamed again, and I heard Weston shouting, “Alright! Alright! Alright!” I looked up at the woman who was comforting me, and she whispered, “Wait, honey. Keep calm and be patient. The angels guided you here to good hands. Just breathe with me.” Her voice was so calm, and suddenly, I desperately wanted my mother. I could smell her per- fume. I clenched my eyes tightly closed, and tears rolled down as I took myself back home mentally. There on the couch with my mom, my head in her lap and her pep talks after we lost a ball game. Her telling me that there where so many more honors that awaited me when I wasn’t selected as Valedictorian. Her smiling so proudly when I still received a full ride academic scholarship. And the way she stood up to my dad when I decided I
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wasn’t going to play college sports after all. I sobbed for what seemed like a few hours, and then the door burst open. “Yvette, get them on the phone now. Tell them they have less than 10 minutes before I spill blood!” The homeowner shouted to the back. As soon as he finished, she raced to the bedside, and I was astounded that she picked up a house phone and not a cell. “Yes, we are on county road 16, and there has been a disturbance. Please send patrol as soon as possible there is an immi- nent threat of life.” She hung up as soon as she said it. She returned to my side, “I figure with me saying that and disconnecting; it will increase the urgency.” As if she was a mother herself, she instinctively pulled me back in. I needed it. We sat in wait. I wanted to know what was going on out there. I still heard the truck run- ning, but there was no more yelling or screaming. He fired only one shot, and I heard both Weston and his girlfriend afterward, so nobody was dead. They couldn’t have even been shot; he said before I spill blood, not that he had. I heard Yvette begin to talk under her breath and I assumed she was saying prayers. She sounded like my aunt did when we were in church. Fast-talking, hand raised in the air and all I could catch were the S sounds she made as she “spoke to the Lord” as she liked to call it. She lost her husband, and she didn’t do it much after- ward that I could remember. The last time I remember her in the church was his funeral. I snapped back when I heard the sirens.
“We can’t rush to the front,” Yvette told me as she felt my body jerk. “Those fools are no better with a gun than any random soul off the street. Let’s pray they don’t rain fire on the house and hurt my Roy and leave that dev- ilish boy and his poison woman untouched.” I could hear the disdain in her voice. I looked up at her in the dull light and quickly looked away because I had several questions based on what she said, but now wasn’t the