Page 12 of The Threads Of Fate
Corvin moves to take a piece from the newspaper off the dashboard and looks at me.
“What’s that?” I ask him, he smiles up, placing one hand on my thigh.
“It’s all the information I could find about Savannah–she survived, but suffered a lot of trauma. In here, everything is written about what happened that night, and where she lives now.” I look down, noticing the same picture of the mansion, and smile at it. I don’t know how he found it, but I am grateful he did. After reading what happened in the diary, I just couldn’t stop thinking about her. I hope to be able to see her soon and tell her how sorry I am for what my horrible parents did to her, butto prove that to her, I need to do something. Something I have always wanted to do.
I start the engine and drive to my house. Anticipation is filling me with what I’ll do next. I’m a bit scared too, but I have Corvin and Seraphina here to help me get through it, to hold my hand.
My father is standing on the porch, his anger is all over his face– his arms are hooked into each other, and he starts shouting at me the moment I get out of the car. I take in a deep breath and look behind me to make sure that Corvin is following me, a strained smile plays on his face as a silent encouragement. He moves towards me to give me Seraphina, knowing I could really use holding her right now.
“You are in so much trouble, and where the fuck did that car come from?” I roll my eyes at him, trying to pass him to get into the house, but he doesn’t let me by, moving in front of the door opening, taking up the whole space with his frame.
“I asked you a fucking question,” he seethes at me.
“It’s not mine, it’s Corvin’s car,” I tell him, my courage slowly building up. He is trying to intimidate me, but I don’t care anymore, not after I found out what he did. Father or not, he’s a monster and deserves everything that will happen to him.
“Who the fuck is Corvin?” I sigh and point with my finger to where he’s standing, but my father frowns at me and looks around.
“What are you pointing at? There’s nothing there! You think you can just get in here driving some car you most definitely stole since you clearly can’t afford it, and then try to blame it on what? An imaginary boyfriend? From where did you steal it? And what’s with that fucking doll you are holding?” My eyes widen at his words. Is he playing me? I turn to Corvin, seeing him standing there, clear as day. Is he pretending he’s not here so he can try to hurt me?
“That's so fucking childish DAD. He’s right there, and honestly, it’s just rude to behave like this in front of others. Show him some respect.” He’s quiet after that; he doesn’t say anything and just stands there staring at the spot where Corvin is standing, confusion on his face. He moves forward, looking around, while I take this as my opportunity to walk past him into the house. Corvin follows up, leaving my father, who is still staring at the now-empty space.How odd.We both go to sit in the kitchen, while I ponder over his reaction. I’m not really imagining him, am I?
Lina stops cooking the moment she sees me enter. With a scowl on her face, she turns, waving around the knife she has just been using to cut the meat.
“What do you think you're doing? No food for you, after how you behaved today!” Her tone is laced with venom, and she points the kitchen knife at me, making Corvin seem on edge.
“What kind of mother points a knife at their children?” he scoffs. I move my hand up so he doesn’t intervene yet, but Lina has a crazy look in her eyes; it looks like fear, but also something else, something darker. Her eyes slightly widened.
“This is my house too, I can sit and do as I please,” I tell her in a calm tone. The way she shifts shows she’s clearly nervous, andshe keeps clutching the knife in front of her as if her life depends on it. Like, I might kill her anytime. Maybe she finally sees me for the threat I am; this might be the smartest thing this woman has ever done, and probably–most definitely the last, too.
“JAAMEES? COME HERE NOW!” Lina is screaming and shaking; she’s not holding the knife properly anymore because of her shaking. If I were to move and take a swing at her hand, it would fall out instantly. In the meantime, while I am waiting at the table, Corvin is sitting next to me, with his back leaning against his seat, a small smile playing on his lips. He nods his head at the doll I had placed on my lap. I furrow my brows at him, wondering what he is trying to tell me.
“I think she wants to see my love,” he whispers to me. I grab Seraphina and place her on the table, giving her a clear view. My father rushes in, his face red, veins popping. He looks like his head might explode soon. If only it would be that easy.
“I have had it with you!” he shouts at me, “pack your stuff and get the fuck out!” I snort and grab Corvin's hunting knife from my pocket and use it to start picking my nails. Both my dad and my stepmom are looking at it with clear signs of fear in their eyes. That’s right, be scared. You asked for it the moment you decided to be horrible people.
“I’m really tired of you people. You think you can just treat me the way you do and hurt other innocent people and get away with it?” I’m clenching my teeth, gritting out every word in pure anger. Lina shifts uneasily, her grip on the knife tightening.
“I don’t know what you’ve been on about, but I’m calling the police, and you better be out of here before they come,” my dad spits out. Ha, does he really think I’m going to be scared now? He hasn’t even called them yet, which might be his biggest mistake right now. What idiot tells the threat that they are going to get help? Not only does it make me aware of their next step, but it also tells me I need to act now. My point proves itself asCorvin gets up and walks to the kitchen door, locking it. The loud slam makes my dad jump up in surprise, and Lina lets out a short scream, looking around panicked.
“What the fuck was that, James?!” My father doesn’t answer her immediately and looks around in confusion. Huh? Why are they acting like he’s not standing right there? This keeps happening since we killed my two bullies, and it’s starting to frustrate the hell out of me.
“They can’t see you, can they?” I frown at Corvin. He smiles, slowly lifting his finger to his mouth as if it’s a secret. I laugh at that. Maybe they can’t see him, but he’s definitely real. I felt him; he just now locked the door, and they definitely noticed that happening.Is he a ghost?
“What are you?” My father now asks me with a shake in his voice; he’s clearly scared but still tries not to show it. Wait till he gets to the finale, Corvin and I have something special planned for both of them. Corvin flicks off the light, making the room go into complete darkness. I can hear my parents trying to move, banging on the door, trying to get out. This is their second mistake because now I know exactly where they are. I take out one of the two syringes from my pocket. Corvin gave those to me in the car while we were planning the best way to get this done. By now, my eyes are almost fully adjusted to the dark, and I can see their shapes. Lina is before me, still unaware I’m walking over to her. I grab her by her hair and stab the needle in her neck – there’s a high-pitched yelp from her before her body turns limp and she slumps down onto the floor.
My father notices something is wrong the moment her body hits the floor with a loud thud. “Lin—aaaah?” He shouts out her name one last time before I grab the back of his shirt and plunge the second syringe into his neck, too.
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Come, my sweet, don’t try to fight,
My arms will hold you tight.
Thread by thread, your path is sewn,
Each stitch a secret you’ve not known.
I hum the fate you cannot flee,
