Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ Two Sides of The Coin ❯ The Three Bimbos; Chaos Unleashed!! ( Chapter 8 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: I do own or create any of the characters, expect for Cassie and Brooke and their father. The rest is done and created by Stephenie Meyer, the author of the Twilight series. She owns them, not I. I am only burrowing them for my own twisted tales.

Summary: Cassandra and Brooke Sparrow are two sisters with psychic abilities, forced out of their warm California home to live in the dreary town of Fork, Washington, so their father can look for inspiration in the serene mountainside scenery. There they discover appearances can be deceiving when it comes to this boring rainy town. Especially when their closest neighbors just happen to be vampires and they actually go to their school, not to mention the nearby reservation is occupied with werewolves. Their lives are about to spiral into weirdsville and the sisters are going to love every minute of it.


Chapter Eight
The Three Bimbos:
Chaos Unleashed!!



(Cassie’s POV)

The bustling atmosphere of the local Fork’s grocery store floated in the small narrow allies. Dim cheap fluorescent lights illuminated the cramp quarters of the store as locals casually strolled along sticky supposedly freshly cleaned floors, the heels of their shoes making an icky squish noise every time they hit the floor, mixing in with the rattling of shopping cart wheels. Shelves upon shelves were filled with boxed, canned, bagged,-you name it- every type of food imaginable. It was like your typical grocery store. It had a fruit section where the fruit selection was minimal. A bakery and limited deli. My sister and I stopped by the bakery to grab a half-a-dozen donuts for this up-coming weekend. We were hoping that Fork’s grocery store made them just as good as the ones back in San Diego’s corner store, in our old neighborhood called, Wesley‘s Old Time Markets. They made the best donuts ever. My screwy sibling, Brooke, bet me ten dollars that Fork’s grocery store donuts weren’t as half as good as the ones back in California. Ten bucks and my monthly allowance probably be gone in a flash…

There were little fruit flies buzzing around inside the glass casing. Yuck. Yep, I was definitely going to lose the bet. I sighed, packing the six donuts into the yellow and white paper box, having some difficultly adjusting the box’s flimsy lib to close properly. I made my usually in the heat of concentration face, which Brooke says it looks like I’m constipated when I make it. Dumb Brooke and her sadistic comments.

“Hey!”

I received a playfully blow in the back of the head from Brooke’s fist.

“I heard that!”

I turned to glare over my shoulder at her, impatiently. “Maybe I wanted you to hear it, oh sister dearest of mine,” I commented coyly.

Brooke smirked and pretended to choke me, making me laugh out loud, which in turn caused all the happy normal Forks shoppers to turn and stare disturbed at our strange rambunctious antics. “You’re such a smart ass; you know that, Cassie Sparrow?”

We had just gotten her out of detention before we came to the store to do some last minute grocery shopping for our less than welcomed guest that were coming over to tomorrow around two o’clock in the afternoon. Thank god, it was on a Saturday. I don’t think we could get ready for guests in less than twenty minutes after school if the three binbos had chosen Friday as their meeting date, especially since my hell bent sibling just had to get herself in trouble for Tuesday’s fiasco after punching Bella Swan’s lights out during English. I’m not even sure why Bella would even want to be caught dead in the same vicinity as Brooke, especially since she took one of Brooke’s crazy ass right hooks square to the jaw. It is just me or is that girl a sucker for punishment or what?! It beat the heck out of me. If I were her, I would keep my distance. Brooke was still fuming over Bella’s crude remark about how she had no touch with reality and she didn’t realize how unfair life really was.

I don’t mean to sound mean but Be~lla really should have kept her mouth shut, I thought, glancing over at my sister as she shifted through the goods in the shopping cart, while our father was adjacent to us in the deli ordering subs for dinner. I guess, Brooke really didn’t feel like cooking tonight. Not that I blamed her. She’s cooked every single night for the last week and a half, so getting take out was a nice change of pace.

That subject of our lives is very touchy, I heard Brooke correspond to my thoughts, a frown creeping across her pale face as she punched in the prices for each item in the cart. Stupid senseless bitch. Just couldn’t keep her damn mouth shut, could she? Well, she better watch her sorry ass tomorrow or else I’m going to send the douche bag right through the roof if she even thinks that because her sorry little two faced son of a bitch ass wipe got me in detention is going to give her any right to act all high and mighty, she is dead wrong!

Yeesh, take a chill pill, Brooke, I cautioned my sibling mentally, finally figuring out how to close the lid on the stupid donut box and walked over to the cart, placing the donuts on the little mental over hang attached to the handle, so the donuts wouldn’t become flatten by the other various items in the cart below. “Six donuts. How much does that cost?”

Brooke shrugged, typing in the price. “That’s about 3.55, so we’re up to $44.88,” she murmured, figuring the numbers in her head. Brooke had always been better at math than me, so it was a no wonder why she passed Math A with flying colors in her eighth grade year.

Anyway, I’m sure Miss Basket Case is probably going to be on her best behavior tomorrow if she wants to walk away with all her bones in tact. Either that or else the chief of police won’t let his precious little daughter near such a undisciplined hooligan as yourself, Brooke, I continued in our private telepathic exchange, so she might just bale at the last minute and we’ll only have to deal with the two wannabe Paris Hiltons.

Brooke sighed audible. True, but I highly doubt it. The girl really isn’t that bright. She maybe a super nerdy basket case, but she lacks common sense, that’s for sure. Ugh, tomorrow is going to be freaking hell! I can feel it in my bones.

“Kind of like Jack Skeleton?” I inquired light heartedly, making a half ass comment to cheer up my sibling.

Brooke gave me a good shove. “Ha-ha, very funny, smart ass.”

I cracked up laughing. Brooke soon followed, laughing at the top of her lungs. It felt good to shake off the gloom that was looming over our family, the whispers of past ghosts disappearing, even if for a little while.


“Well, it’s good to see you girls in a better mood,” Dad commented later on, driving home from the store. The windshield wipers swished back and forth across the window in front of our father, every interval of ten seconds. The rain was really coming down today. No surprise really, but still, I wished the week ended the way it did last week with sunshine and warmer temperatures. No such luck this time I guess. It really did kind of suck living in Forks, what with its gloomy weather forecast and dreary locals. I’m surprised nobody in this small town hasn’t cracked yet from it always raining. This depressive atmosphere can really get to a person after a while. Especially some one who hails from California like myself.

“Excited about having some girlfriends over finally?” Our father teased, winking at Brooke, well knowing my stubborn sister was less than thrilled to be having the three binbos from our school over. He received a disagreeable grunt from my pouting sibling in the front passenger seat. I could only image all the violent images flashing through Brooke’s warped little mind on how to torture Miss Bella-No-Brains to the ends of the Earth and back. In fact, Brooke gave me a preview of what she was planning to do Jessica, Lauren Prissy Pants, and Bella.

“Brooke!” I cried incredulously, getting a picture of her pouring some kind of poison into their drinks. “Seriously, how diabolical can you be? Poisoning their drinks! That’s just plain evil, even for you!”

I heard my sibling snicker in the front, while Dad only sighed in dismay. “Honestly, Brooke,” he scolded frowning, keeping his eyes on the slick roads. “Could you please behave tomorrow? Just for tomorrow? I think your sister and I would greatly appreciate it if you kept yourself in check.”
Brooke raised an eyebrow, glancing at our wary father, a cocky smirk spreading across her black lipsticked lips. “So no cyanide in their drinks then?” she inquired.

“No.”

She pondered for a moment. “What about Viagra?”

“Um…. No!”

“Okay, how about-?”

“Brooke…”

“ How about laxatives in their ice cream?”

“For Christ’s sake Brooke!”


I think I was dying of laughter by the time we arrived home. My lungs vertically had no oxygen left in them. I was whizzing, my stomach hurting so bad as I stumbled out of the car into the rain. My head was even spinning! I heard Dad chuckling too as the car door slammed shut on the driver‘s side. Brooke smirked, knowing exactly which buttons to press to get our father going. It was always one of her many special gifts as she says. We quickly helped unpacked the car, and loaded the groceries into the house where it was warm and dry. Dad left us to take care of said groceries while he made a few calls to his editor, our dear old cranky Aunt Victoria. She lives down in New Orleans. It turns out she’s planning on paying us a visit to check up on Dad’s progress on the manuscript. Man, this should be fun, fun, fun!!

Um… Not really. Our aunt is a bitch, putting it in laymen’s terms. None of us like her very much. She’s always complaining and pointing out our flaws and comparing us to her perfect little grandson and granddaughter, who are only nine and ten years old mind you; so yeah, it’s usually a living nightmare whenever she comes over. It’s highly unlikely that’s she’s changed her tune since the last time she paid us a visit, so we’re kind of screwed in having any peace of mind at all next week.

We silently put the groceries away, listening to Dad on the phone in the other room trying to reason with Aunt Victoria, hoping to prolong her ultimately anticipated visit till the end of the month. His voice growing higher and frustrated, explaining that he needed a little more time in finishing the first half of the manuscript. He was a having trouble finding the right muse for this new book he was working on. It sounded like Aunt Victoria wouldn’t hear any of it. She was bond and determined to catch the next plane and pay us her yearly visit up here in the gloom rainy town of Forks. Poor Dad. Poor us!!

“Man, this sucks,” Brooke grumbled, catching me off guard, pulling me out of my stupor. We heard the Dad hang up the phone with a loud clang. We remained motionless, hearing his heavy feet storm their way into his computer room. He slammed the door shut with a resounding bang that echoed through the walls of the first story. My sister heaved a breath of exasperation. “Looks like dear old Aunt Bitchy Victoria is still coming over. Fantastic. NOT!”

“You think we’ll have any better luck this time?” I wanted to know, anxiously, gripping the potato chips. I refused to see Brooke’s grim expression.

She shrugged, nonchalantly. “Probably not. We screwed to hell and back that’s for sure,” she remarked and continued on with putting the remainder of the groceries away.

I puffed out my cheeks, indignantly. Does she have to be so blunt? Where is the silver lining in the clouds when you need it?

“It’s in hell burning with the rest of the world,” Brooke stated, interrupting my train of thought.

“Dammit Brooke, you’re such a pessimist!” I snapped, whirling around to glare at my sibling, irritated.

Brooke held up her hands in defeat. “Hey, don’t blame me. I’m just telling it like is.”

“Yeah, well, you’re a little too good at that,” I grumbled, crossing my arms in front of my chest, miffed. I turned away to put potato chips away, which I reluctantly crashed from gripping the bag too hard. I knew I heard a distinct crunch when I held them. Figures. Crushed potato chips, anyone?

“Whatever you say,” she replied going back to what she was doing. “Hey Cass?”

“What?”

She fished around inside one of the plastic bag. The sound of plastic rustling, while she rummaged through it. “Have you seen the salmon?”

I turned to my sister, searching the rest of the bags. “Um… no, I haven’t?” I raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “Why?”

She fished around in the bags mumbling to herself. “I have sworn I saw that lady at the store pack it. What there the heck could it be? I was going to put it out to thaw for tomorrow’s dinner… Wait a minute.”

We paused both and exchanged knowing looks. “Yugi,” we both said in unison.

“YUUGGGGGIII!!”

Our shouts of disbelief and annoyance shuddered the very foundation of our lovely two story home as we spied my crazy black cat taking off for the hills with said salmon in hand, or would the better term be in mouth? The little stink pot somehow managed to discover the freshly packaged salmon in the one of the bags before Brooke or I even had the chance to spot him sticking his furry face where it didn’t belong. The plastic wrapped package was now ripped open, laying on the floor in the dining room and Yugi was now at large, carting the neatly cut piece of salmon to who knows where! How could one cat be so much trouble was beyond me. If there is a way to make mischief Yugi always found it. No wonder why the lady warned us the day we got him to keep an ever vigilant eye on the little bugger. He’s such a troublemaker! Now here we were, playing detective, trying to figure out where that darn cat and the fish went off to. Total pain the ass, if you asked me.

An hour later, Brooke and I found Yugi hiding behind the couch, happily finishing what used to be tomorrow’s main course. Brooke blamed me for not keeping an eye on him since he was my cat after all and so now when Yugi’s sensitive stomach can’t take it any more, and he ends up regurgitating the entire thing back up, I’m going to be left on clean up duty. Great. Seriously, just great! Thanks a lot, Yugi.


P!nk blared from my stereo, drowning out all things existing outside my bedroom door. After dinner, I excused myself from the table early to work on homework. I think I was the only non-procrastinator in the family. Both Dad and Brooke liked to save everything till the last minute, so they could do their best work under pressure. I, on the other hand, liked getting things done before hand, that way I could do the things I love to do and not have any unfinished business nagging me at the back of my mind.

I settled myself onto the bed, curling up under the covers, The Vampire Armand in hand. I’ve wanted to finish it all week. I got through most of it read on my sick day on Tuesday, but after that, homework took up most of my preoccupied time. It was nice to finally be able to recline back against my feathery light pillows and snuggled underneath the covers, immersing myself in the deliciously detailed world of Anne Rice’s vampires. I wasn’t sure who my favorite character was any more. Lestat or Armand? Armand was a beautiful tragedy with the face of a cherub, outlined by luxurious run you fingers through auburn hair. Stuck in the body of seventeen year old for the rest of eternity, doomed to roam the world in despair and be a fool for others. He so beautiful tragic! Then there was Lestat De Loincourt! The most radical blow your mind vampire ever created. He was the perfect devil! Always causing trouble and longing to be good even though he was always going to be the “damnest creature” as Marius called him! I love it. He truly is the brat prince, going on so many adventures. He’s so foolish and awesome, it’s practically hilarious!

Hmmm…. Armand or Lestat? Armand or Lestat? It’s so hard to decide! They’re both equally smexy in my opinion! I was such a fan girl when it came to those two. I don’t care what anybody else said about their characters. I absolutely loved them!

I giggled softly, flipping to the next page, my toes tapping to “U+Ur Hand” by P!nk, my eyes absorbing all the enticing detail. Anne Rice certainly knew how to keep her readers on edge. Maybe I should try writing some time. I’ve never had a knack for actually sitting down and putting my thoughts on paper. Sure, I was a good student, but as for writing a full scale story or even a short story, forget it! I’m too ADD and I can’t sit still long enough to finish typing an entire page. I always have to get up and move about before my fingers start to cramp, and shake off the anxiety, which is kind of weird, considering I can sit for hours reading a good book; I just can never write one.

I was in the middle of reading a really juicy part when Brooke came bursting into my room. “Yo, bookworm,” she said, yanking me out of my perfectly comfortable position underneath the covers into the chilled air outside my warm bed after she turned off my blaring music. “We got email.”

“Oh really? From who?”

Brooke was the one with the laptop that had internet-not me-so if we ever had a research project due or else writing assignment for one of our classes we took term using the one our father bought us. He was being completely cheap the day he got that Windows laptop for us to share, which is no big deal, really, considering Brooke and I always shared everything, and since we shared the same room back in San Diego, I guess, it was naturally for Dad to presume that we’d have a single laptop between the two of us. Not that I minded. Sharing was fine with me. We always had only one email address, so we’ve never needed another laptop. It’s strange, I know. You would think because we’re sisters and we often get into arguments over stuff that we would want two separate laptops, but we don’t. That’s how strong our bond is. Even though we fight and bicker amongst each other, we’ve always had a particular close sisterly bond.

I followed Brooke into her room, which was a mess as usual. I grabbed the extra the folding chair hidden away in the corner behind the bookcase and pulled it up to Brooke’s cluttered desk. The icon for “you got email” was flashing red at the top of the computer screen. I waited as Brooke logged into our email addressed and clicked into our inbox. We had five unread emails. One from Malcolm, who went by the name ShadowXBox02. One from Mitchell, my ex boyfriend, his username being, Emoboyextreme. One from our hyperactive happy homo Mexican friend, Zeek, whose name actually is, Thehappyhomohumpymexican. Yes, it’s very long, I know. That’s Zeek for you. He’s a bizarre little man. Literally. He’s only five foot two and he‘s freaking the same age as I am! There was one from our best friend, Blair, the only other girl in our group and her username is the Darktemptress13. And then last, but not least is from our crazy friend, Yoh Higarashi and he’s known by ChillaxMan_SuperHeroNumeroOne. He’s not even Spanish or Mexican. He’s freaking Japanese!

“Wow, we’re popular,” I stated amazed, eyeing the screen. “Which one should we open up first?”

Brooke shrugged. “I don’t know, but I guarantee they’re all probably pretty mad at us for not emailing them write right away when we first arrived here in Forks.”

Well, we had been pretty busy settling in and al. If this was an anime I would have sweat dropped severely. “Probably.” I turned to my sister, grinning like a monkey. “So which one should we open first?”

Brooke thought it over long and hard. “Hmm…” She casually rubbed her chin, thinking and using the dagger on the screen to point at each new messenger. “Eennie. Meanie. Minnie. Moe. I guess we open Zeek’s first.”

I laughed. “Oh boy, this should be interesting.” Zeek’s email were always colorful!

“Indeed.”

She clicked on it and began reading out loud, our goofy grins growing by the seconds;

Like Oh my god, girlfriends! You haven’t email you dear Zeeky Pooh, all week! What is up with that? I am like so lonely without you two hellions around. School is so not the same without my bestest friends in the whole wide world! Mitchell is as annoying as ever. You won’t believe what he called me today! It was one of his totally lame come backs again, but you know how it is. Official eye roll!! He called me a noob. Can you believe that, girlfriends? A freaking noob. Me, the official hobbit! What an immature lame brain, let me tell you! Uh! So anyway, we all miss you and we wished you didn’t have to leave. It was so sudden. What the hell was that daft father of yours thinking anyway? What are we going to do without our favorite Emo Chicas? Email me back, ASAP or else, God help me, I’ll like break a nail or something!!

Tu so gay loco amigo,
Zeeky Pooh


“Oh….*gasp*…. My…. God!” I wailed, banging my fists against the desk surface, cracking up so hard tears were flowing down my cheeks. My face was so red and dizzy from laughing that I think I might have fainted right there on the spot. As for my sister: Poor Brooke! I don’t think she could even breathe! Her face was turning blue, cracking up over Zeek’s stereo typical homosexual email with his feminine preppy writing style. We were literately shaking from laughter!! It was too funny! Zeek really is too much!! He’s just plain hysterical!

“Wow! Freaking wow!” Brooke shrieked, barely catching her breath, hysterics still overwhelming her body. She desperately took deep uneven breaths to calm herself down before she collapsed from oxygen deprivation. It was a while before her face wasn’t a fair blue tint anymore, just a really red color from cracking up so hard over our crazy Mexican friend’s outrageous email. Zeek really knew how to shock the masses with his gay personal. He’s creeps out a lot of people, but that’s why we loved him so much. As he said in his email, he definitely was our group’s Official Hobbit!! He’s so friggin short!!

Once I got my laughter under control, I clicked back to the inbox. “Okay, now that we’re not ready to keel over any more. Who next?”

Brooke was still gasping, but not as bad any more. “I….*gasp*…. Don’t…. Know,” she sputtered and then inhaled deeply, her shoulder raising and then slouching. She repeated this for a couple of more times before she composed herself, smirking. “ I think I’m good.”

She took the mouse from me. “How about we click on Blair’s next and see what she has to say?” she suggested, grinning wickedly, knowing we probably got our sorry asses chewed out by our dismal gothic pagan friend. Blair was certainly a unique one individual. Of course the same could be said about all our friends. We were a strange group of crackpot that was for sure.

We spent the rest of the night, laughing while reading our friends emails. It was good to hear from those guys. I really did miss them a lot. It took about two hours emailing everyone back. Brooke and I took turns typing, filling our California going crew in on all the things that have happened to us so far. Not a detail was left out. We even told them about the werewolves down in La Push and that Fork was being inhabited by a small coven of vampires. That should really knock their socks off! Neither Brooke or I ever kept secrets from Malcolm, Yoh, Zeek or the rest of our friends, well, except for Abigail, but she’s a whole others story.

I knew Blair would understand. She’s the other psychic in the group. Her freakishly cool silver eyes allow her to see into people’s souls. It’s really intimidating if you don’t know her real well. Plus she can exactly enter people’s mind and really mess with them. It’s pretty scary, considering she tends to cause damage to a person’s psyche if they even so as threaten her friends. She’s really protective of Brooke and I, as well as Malcolm, Yoh, and Zeek. As for Mitchell? Not so much. She doesn’t really care for him. He could get hit by a semi and she still be apathetic toward him! She’s cold and distance on the outside, but on the inside she’s really sweet and kind. People usually don’t see the better half of her because they’re too afraid of her, only judging her by her outwards appearance and her inhuman abilities. It’s sad. Even her own parents hate her, that’s why she ended up living with her physic aunt in down town San Diego along the boardwalk three years ago. Blair hasn’t lived the most charmed life, but I think that’s why Brooke and I related to her so easily when we first met her. The three of us knows what it’s like to truly be the victims of tragedy, suffering scrutiny from people outside our clique because of how different we are from the rest of our normal average blissful ignorant peers. Being sensitive to the preternatural does have it draw backs. Most people tend to avoid us or become wary of our bizarre emo ways.


“Now girls, I need you to be on your best behavior today,” Dad lectured us as we hurried about the house, getting things ready for our guest to arrive. He especially aimed the point of the lecture toward my hell bent sister. “Brooke, please tell me, you’ll refrain from torturing your classmates when they get here. I don’t want to have the Chief of Police arriving on my doorstep because you decided to electrocute his daughter, Isabella Swan.”

“Yeah, Yeah. Whatever you say, old man,” Brooke stated, patronizing our father, busy in the kitchen, preparing the snacks for us to munch on while she, Lauren, Jessica and Bella worked on their English project together. She had just put the shrimp into the ice water in the sink to let them sit for fifteen minutes. She turned to Dad with a raised eyebrow. “Are you done hovering or what? I’d like room to work in my kitchen you know.”

Dad sighed as I came in, mop and bucket in hand, having finished cleaning the woods floors in the dining room and foyer. “Honestly, you sound just like your mother some times,” he mused, visible wincing at the mention of her.

Brooke’s face flushed red with indignation. “Am not!” She began pushing him out of the kitchen. “Now out. I need room to cook!”

Dad chuckled sadly, shaking his head in disbelief. “Alright. Alright,” he chortled holding up his hands in defeat. He turned to me. “Cassie, make sure to keep your sister’s temper under control. I don’t need any law suits right now.”

I sent him a wiry smile, flashing him a thumbs-up. “Sure thing, Dad,” I called, snatching up old woven reed baskets and set them out on the dining room table. Pst, good luck with that!

Brooke was like Mother Nature, herself; untamable and volatile. There was no telling how she was going to act today. She’s been in a pretty good mood all morning. Umm… scratch that. She nearly bit off Dad and mine’s heads when we dragged her out of bed, kicking and screaming. Rather than that, she’s been decent since she’s fully woken up, which was about an hour-and-a-half ago.

“I’ll be in my office if you girls need anything,” Dad reminded us, heading off for his study. “You’re friends will be here in thirty minutes.” He directed his gaze to my busy sister, butchering a block of sharp cheese into thin slices. “And Brooke, please, behave yourself.” He sighed receiving an indifferent grunt. “Now I know you don’t like these girls, but please, I am begging you, please, try to at least get along with them this afternoon. It won’t be for long, just a couple of hours. That will be plenty of time to give you girls time to finish your project and hopefully, you never know, you might find out you have more in common with these girls than you first thought.”

Brooke and I nearly gagged at the very thought of having anything in common with the Paris Hilton clones and Miss Sad Sack. Sure, we were all girls and we all went to the same school, but that’s about it. Those three remained on the path of conformity and went with the herd, while Brooke and I choose to chart our paths in life unhindered by society’s closed mindedness.

“Fat chance,” I heard my sibling retort through gritted teeth, her primary focus staying on finish putting our snacks together. It was some spread. Shrimp and cocktail sauce on the side. Cheese, pepperoni, and crackers. Tostitos with Pizza dip. Brooke went all out. I guess yummy snacks was the only way to render the whole situation to something more manageable. This way, Lauren Prissy Pants and her cohorts wouldn’t have room to complain about crappy hospitality. Plus we had scrubbed, cleaned, organized and dusted every nock and crammie in the entire house, so neither Lauren nor Jessica could scrounge up anything of significance with their dirty little fingers to blackmail my sister with. Everything that should be kept out of reach was hidden away in safe and secure departments our father had so generously built for storing important items he didn’t want to be discovered by anyone outside our family. Meanly, people like the three coming over today!

Ding-dong!

I had just finished rearranging the buffet when the doorbell started ringing off the hook. Translation, Lauren Prissy Pants, Jessica Stanley, and Bella Sad Sack had arrived. I set down the old rustic wooden picture frame with a musty photograph of our great grandmother, Genevieve Sparrow.

Ding-dong!

Ding-dong!

Ding-dong!< br>
“For heaven’s sake, I’m coming!” I called into the foyer. I threw Brooke, who was standing in the doorway scowling up a storm, a sympathetic glance before heading for the door. Neither of us wanted to deal with their shitty attitudes, but we had no choice. Not if we wanted Brooke to fail her stupid English class because of some badly timed group project. My ears were literally ringing by the time I reached the door. Jeez, somebody had their pansies tied in a knot!

I hesitated, putting on my best fake monkey smile. I opened door to find Lauren, Jessica, and Bella standing out on the porch, none of them looking like they wanted to here, their hooded parkas and apprehensive expressions outlined against the falling rain as it soaked the verdant landscape surrounding the house.

“Hey guys! What’s up? Good to see you. Come right on it!” I greeted them, cheerfully.

“Took you long enough,” Lauren muttered as I stepped aside to let them file in. I ignored her rude comment closing the door behind Bella, who looked like she wanted to die right there and then. Her usual ghostly pale face even whiter and frail looking. Good grief, she looked like a terrified old granny stuck in the body of a seventeen year old. I took their coats from them and instructed that they leave their boots in the foyer before heading for the living room to dump their soaking jackets on the wooden bench near the heater to dry them off.

“Follow me, girls,” I stated, nodding for them to enter into the dining room where my older sibling just happened to be setting the last of the food out for everyone to enjoy. I don’t care what they say about Brooke, even if she’s a hellion, she’s probably one of the best cooks I know!

“Hey,” She greeted them, indifferently, sending an evil death ray in Lauren’s direction. It was returned seven fold by the sneering prep. The tension in the room suddenly sky rocketed. What a way to start the meeting…

“Wow, what a spread,” Jessica admired, looking at the variety of snacks laid out on the dining room table. “Did your Dad make this for us?”

Finally, some one who also wanted to lighten up the room. “Nope. Brooke did,” I replied, grinning and indicated to the table. “Go ahead and help yourselves. My sister may be a bitch, but she’s an awesome cook.”

“Well, I do make a mean roast bea-! H-Hey!!” Brooke snapped, turning her glare on me, a slight blush flooding her naturally pale face. “Cassie!”

“I bet Sparrow poisoned it,” Lauren sneered, stopping Jessica in her tracks as she was about to pop a shrimp dipped in cocktail sauce into her mouth. She eyed the small crustacean suspiciously.

Brooke grunt and rolled her eyes, not surprised that Lauren Prissy Pants would make such an allegation. “Well, I was going to poison the food, but then I realized you morons weren’t worth it,” she seethed, acid oozing off every word.

I jabbed my siblings in the side. Brooke, remember what Dad said, I reminded her mentally, shooting her a disapproving scowl.

She only shrugged, obviously not caring. “Whatever,” she muttered and walked away.

I smiled uneasily at our fellow peers and waved my hands in front of me, animatedly. “Don’t worry. It’s not poison! My sister was joking. Weren’t you, Brooke?” I called after her as she headed into the kitchen to retrieve the beverages. I cringed underneath their skeptical stares. “Honestly.” I picked up a chilled shrimp and dipped it into the cocktail sauce before placing it into my mouth. “See?”

I chewed vigorously and swallowed. “Now if you’ll excuse me for a second, I have… to help my sister get the drinks ready. You guys can makes yourselves at home while you‘re waiting and we‘ll be right with you!” I announced before following Brooke’s tracks into the kitchen, fuming.

I found her hunched over in the refrigerator, pulling out the twelve packs of ginger ale and Pepsi. I marched straight over to her and frowned. “Can you honestly make this any more difficult than it already is!”

Brooke rolled her eyes again. “Hey, it ain`t my fault. Lauren started it,” she stated idly and climbed to her feet with boxes in hand. She set them on the shelves next to the open refrigerator.

I felt the heat of aggravation flood into my face. “Yeah, well, you don’t have to finish it!” I hissed, keeping my voice low so the three bimbos wouldn’t here us. Ugh, can my hell bent sister be any more infuriating. “I don’t like this just as much as you do, Brooke! You know that, but we’ll just have to put up them with till it’s time for them to go home.”

“Is it time for them to go home yet?” she inquired being a regular smart ass, half way smirking and half way grimacing at the same time.

“Haha! You’re a regular comedian,” I growled, clenching my fists. What a piss pot! “Just please try to tolerant their presence just for today. It will be only for a couple of hours. That’s not too bad. It’s not like their spending the night or something! Please, Brooke! I know it goes against your nature to be semi decent to arrogant prissy pumps wearing she-devils, but I’m begging you! Don’t stir up trouble. Just for today.”

Brooke looked me square in the eye, sorely. She knew I was being serious about this. She heaved a sigh of exasperation and looked off to the side, scratching the side of her face. “Yeah. I know. I know. I’ll try to behave and tolerant their idiotic presence. Note I said I would try to be nice, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to be all happy-go-lucky and chummy with these idiots. Remember I have to deal with their shit every day in English, alone letting them come over to our home to do some damn project. Don’t be surprised though if I do lose my temper once or twice. There is only so much I can take before I want to rip out some one’s jugular.”

A huge relief lifted itself off my shoulders. A grateful smile spread across my lips. “Thanks Brooke.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Don’t thank me just yet,” she grumbled, starting to pour the drinks. “I said I would try. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to give one of them a piece of my mind if they do anything stupid.”

We came back out with drinks in hand for everyone, finding that Lauren and Jessica had been straining to listen to our private conversation in the kitchen. We found them huddled by the doorway. They both gulped and straightened themselves, sheepishly when I shot them an “okay?” glance. What were they hoping to pick up, eavesdropping like that? Probably dirty laundry they could use on my sister in the future. Good thing, we had kept our voices to a minimal so no one would overhear us.

Brooke smirked, amused. “Nice try,” she said and walked over to the dining room setting the plate down. She turned to stare, annoyed at the two. “But if you really want to spy on some one properly it would help if you weren’t so freaking obvious.”

I nearly wanted to slap myself on the forehead for Brooke’s bluntness. Well, she did say “try to be nice”, my inner conscious warned me. Yeah and so far she was failing miserably at keeping her annoyance at bay.

Lauren shot her a dirty look. “Humph.”

She walked over to the table where Miss Sad Sack had spread out all their notes and information that she so dedicatedly gathered throughout the course of the project. If I remember correctly, she was the only one putting any effort into their English project. Wow, if she wasn’t such a bump on the log I would give her props for doing everything herself. She eyed my sister warily, tracking every move Brooke made. Good grief, it’s not like Brooke is going to attack her out of the blue for nothing. You have provoked to her first before she delivers her wrath upon the stupid idiot who pissed off her!

“Alright,” Bella muttered weakly, pulling out a copy of William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. She flipped through the pages anxiously, waiting for everyone to seat themselves. She hesitantly watched Brooke seat herself on the opposite side facing her. A glint of fear flashed through her dull brown eyes as Brooke shot her a raised eyebrow, silently saying, “Whatchu staring at, bitch?”

Bella uncomfortably cleared her throat now that everyone’s attention was on her. She made a nervous gesture. “Let’s started shall we. As we already know, Jessica and I have picked out a scene for us to act out in class,” she began quietly. She shuffled through her notes.

“We’ll be doing Act II, Scene I and Scene II,” Jessica reported, beaming away. She waved her hands in the air, happily. “It’s only the most popular scenes portrayed in movies every where, so we thought, ‘Awe heck. Why not?’ It’s going to be when Romeo meets Juliet by her balcony! How romantic!”

“Pst. Please gag me,” Brooke grumbled, scowling up a storm.

“I took the time yesterday after school to give each of us parts,” Bella announced confidently and then motioned toward my sulking sibling. “Brooke, you’re going to Romeo.”

This certainly got her attention. Poor Brooke. “What?!”

Her eyes bulged out of her head in horror. “Hell no!!” She shouted slamming her hands down on the table jumping her feet nearly knocking over her chair in the process, the sound bouncing off the walls and wooden floors. “I am not going to play that freaking douche bag!”

“Well, you are the only girl in the group with short hair,” Jessica admitted, leaning away from Brooke’s fuming profile, snickering.

“And you have yet to participate in this project,” Bella added.

“Mention to not you are a drama queen. The part was made for you, Sparrow,” Lauren sneered, waving her hand toward my sister, nonchalantly.

Brooke’s brown eyes narrowed, shimmering coals on the flame. “Shut it, whore,” she drawled back, heatedly.

Uh-oh. This wasn’t going well.

“What did you say?!” Lauren shrieked, leaping to her feet, her round face turning red in an unmistakable outrage.

“You heard me!” Brooke spat back. “Why don’t you play Mr. Love-Struck-Dipshit! You have the pea brain for it, Lauren.” She made a discarding gesture. “I’m not running around in a leotard spewing smut from my mouth.”

“Would it be different than any other day?” Lauren countered. “Gawd, you swear like a truck driver.”

“And damn proud of it.”

“Lauren is right though. Swearing like there is no tomorrow really is not attractive at all,” Bella advised, putting in her two cents. She was flipping through the pages of the playwright looking for the right scene.

“Stay out of this, Miss Pessimistic!” Brooke snapped, causing Bella to freeze in place, in the middle of turning a page. My temperamental sibling turned to glare down Lauren, furiously. “And it’s better than walking around with my love handles hanging out!”

“Excuse me?! I do not have love handles!”

“Oh-ho! You wanna bet? What do you call those lumps of lard on your hips then, Miss Perfect Stick Figure!”

“Why you! You want to fight? Cause I can dish it out just as bad as you can, Brooke Sparrow!”

“Bring it, Brittney Spears!”

I puffed out my cheeks, incredulously. So much for Brooke’s word and trying to tolerate their presence, especially Lauren’s snide remarks. Her and her big mouth. When would they ever learn to not attempt to call my hellion sister out in a piss-off contest! It would only result in some one getting a black eye! “Brooke!”

I grabbed onto my sister before she got the chance to launch herself at Lauren and beat the living tar of the condensing prep. Jessica moved to restrain a fuming, mortified Lauren. Things weren’t going well at all. I covered Brooke’s mouth to stop her from spitting out any more insults, escalating the situation to a whole new level. I struggled to keep my squirming sibling in a strong arm lock, while Jessica held Lauren back. The writhing hot heads were exchanging death rays. The tension in the room was so thick you could slice it with a knife! Why did Brooke have to be such an instigator?

“THAT’S ENOUGH!!” Bella’s raised voice roar over our struggle, drowning us out like thunder would during a thunder storm. Her weak voice echoing through the interior of the dining room into the foyer and kitchen. By the time the last syllable resounded, an eerie silence enveloped the room, everyone’s eyes focusing on Bella’s huffing form as she stood bent over the table, glaring Lauren and Brooke down. Her hands face down on the table, the edges of them turning a nice red tint from being slammed down so hard onto the wooden surface. Her cheeks were turning a pinkish hue from depleting her air supply, used in bringing the ruckus to a speedy halt. Her eyes moving between the two culprits of the commotion, accusingly.

She inhaled deep through her nose and exhaled through her mouth, catching her breath. She gave both of them, meaningful and firm looks. “We. Came. Here. To. Work,” she said slowly, emphasizing each word, deliberately, to get her point across. “Now put your petty differences aside and stop acting like four year olds. We’re all rational adults here, so it’s time you guys started acting like it.”

Ten points to Bella for acting like Miss logical. It certainly quieted every one done. Lauren and Brooke shot each other one more glare before relaxing. I slowly let go of my sibling unsure of her next course of actions. It all might be a ruse to make me let my guard down before she could break loose and dart in for a right hook to the face, but not this time. Brooke seemed to have no intention of beating the snot of Lauren Prissy Pants. She only grunted and took her seat. Jessica let go of Lauren. The conniving prep scowled after Brooke’s seated form, revenge burning brightly in her depthless eyes. She slowly made her way back to her seat. Jessica and I exchanged warily glances. Those two would have gotten into a fight if wasn’t for us intervening. I think Jessica was thinking the same I was. We need to keep a carefully eye on Laure and Brooke. It was very dangerous having them even in the same room as each other.

Relief washed over Bella’s seemingly aged face once she saw that everyone was seated and ready to get serious. She reshuffled her notes and began giving out parts again. Brooke would remain Romeo, whether she’s liked it or not. The vote was unanimous. Jessica was to be Juliet. Now I really felt bad for my sibling. Lauren would be Mercutio and Bella, herself, was going to be Benvolio. Man, when Bella wanted to take charge, she knew how to take the bull by the horns. Literally. I’m starting to wonder why she doesn’t use that kind of commanding presence to improve her attitude toward life. She might be even a better person, calmer and self confident if she learned how to harness her gloom psyche and change her tune. I highly doubted it, though, considering the depressing ora surrounding her.

After all parts were handed out, Jessica, Lauren, and Bella decided it was time to practice. Again Brooke looked like her wanted to keel over right on the spot. Glancing around the table, I couldn’t help, but feel a slight chill run down my spine. What the? What was this? I glanced toward my sulking sister. Did she notice the sudden change in the atmosphere? It didn’t look like. She was too busy brooding, while Laure and Jessica listened intently to Bella’s instructions.

“Does everyone understand what we’re doing?” Bella demanded her eyes flickering around the room once she completed the passing out of scripts and footnotes.
Lauren and Jessica nodded, eagerly, ready to get the party started. Brooke only huffed underneath her breath in dismay. “Alright. Brooke, whether ever you ready…”

My sister stood to her feet, all members of the group had to do this. She felt the anticipating stares of her group on her pale profile as she stared at her script in distaste. She really loathed this project. They were waiting on her to start the scene where Romeo was standing at the orchard wall of the Capulet’s manor. She visibly grimaced reading over her lines. I noticed that Jessica had out her cell phone, recording, and Brooke’s personal torment. Lauren snickered leaning over her shoulder, watching the screen. Stupid condensing two-faced bitches. I remained in my seat holding a script of my own. Bella wanted me to act as a third-party, giving constructive criticism. Whoo-hoo, go me!

Brooke sighed, glaring heatedly at Jessica recording her every move. She paused, seemingly to contemplate something, that diabolical grin spreading across her face. I knew what was going through her mind. My sibling couldn’t resist the chance to make a complete ass out of herself and what better way to do it than making Romeo out to be the complete and mortifying love struck fool that he was! She faked a thick British accent and made outrageously body gestures.

“Oh! How can I go forward when my heart is here?
Take back, dull earth! And find thy centre out…”

Just for fun she added, “Yadda. Yadda. Angst. Wrist cutting. More Angst. Mourn pitifully!”

“Cut!” Bella snapped, right near my ear, startling me into laughter that I was desperately suppressing, at Brooke’s hysterics.

“Brooke Sparrow! You have to take this seriously!” Bella exclaimed, walking up to my sister and pointed aggravated at the script in her hand. “Just read it as it is! Don’t go adding your own warped demented ideas to Shakespeare’s work. He was the greatest play write of his day. We need to honor his contribution to the history of literature.”

Brooke rolled her eyes at Bella’s complaining. “I don’t see why I should! Romeo is such a pathetic flat character,” she stated flipping through the pages. “He’s so ‘Oh, woe is me! Some one please pity me for I’m a failure at life and I can’t even find what true love is because I’m complete and utter imbecile.’ I’m just owning up to his idiotic reputation. Besides…” She turned to Bella with a wise ass smirk written all over her face. “Its makes it more interesting and easier to hear when I do it this way. Might as well go all the way if we have to do this stupid scene. Show it for what it truly is. Crap, crap, and more crap!”

Bella scoffed, leering down my sister, frustrated. “Just read what’s on the piece of paper!”

“Whatever.” Brooke shrugged as Bella went to take her spot again.
“Let’s take it from the top,” Bella stated, frowning, her brow creasing. If she kept doing that she would have wrinkles by the time she was twenty-five. She shot my sister a warning glare. “And remember to read it right this time, Brooke.”

“Right and I have some advice for you too, Miss Sad Sack,” she commented absently, smirking. “Grow some freaking balls, woman and get a sense of humor!”

Bella turned beat red at Brooke’s vulgarity. “W-Why…. Y-You… I-I-I!” she sputtered flustered beyond belief, looking for a good come back. Yeah, good luck with that, Miss Bella No Brains.

Time for me to step in. “Alright, break it up kiddies,” I interjected. “Remember Santa brings lumps of coal for children who don’t behave and get along.” I smiled looking from Bella to Brooke. “Now how about we all act like friends and get along and restart over. Brooke?”

My sister grinned coyly. “Yes mother,” she retorted earning a smirk from me and cleared her throat, going about the first line in a normal voice, still pronouncing it the way she thought Romeo the basket case star struck idiot should sound.

“Oh! Can I go forward when my heart is here?
Take back, dull earth, and find thy centre out!”

She hopped over the chair she pulled out, indicating the orchard wall. She seat down and throw me a know-it-all grin. “How’s that for you? Super wicked, no?”

“Hmm… I’ll have to think it over.”

Brooke laughed, giving me a quick shove. “Smart ass!”

Bella threw us both a disapproving glance before doing her part.

“Romeo. My cousin Romeo.”

Her line literally had no feeling or emphasis as she said this, sounding like some one had sucked the life right out of her, which she possessed none in the first place. Yeesh and she was fretting that Brooke was putting too much emotion into her part!

Lauren joined in, her voice equally flat and lifeless.

“He is wise; and, on my lie, hath stol`n him home to bed.”

Another chill found its way down my spine, striking as quick as the first one. Something wasn’t right. I shivered, trying to shake off the feeling of foreboding.

Cassie? Hey Cassie, Brooke mentally asked me, using telepathy. You feel that right?

I mentally nodded. Yeah. I glanced toward my sibling. What do you think it is?

Brooke shook her head. I wish I knew, but we better stay alert. I have a bad feeling about this.

Yeah, me too.

Bella continued totally oblivious to our silent conversation.

“He ran this way, and leap’d this orchard wall: Call, Good Mercutio.”

It just me or was the temperature in the room dropping? I noticed my bare arms were getting goose bumps suddenly.

Lauren answered back.

“Nay, I’ll conjure too. Romeo! Humours! Madman! Passion! Lover…”

Lauren’s voice trailed off as a low menacing rumble filled the room, interrupting Brooke and her group’s practice. The chandelier above our dining room started to flicker on and off. The gloomy rained soaked afternoon light outside the French windows deemed significantly. The air temperature continued dropped.

“C-Cassie? Brooke?” Jessica stammered making her way over me, rubbing her suddenly chilled her arms. “What’s going on? Why did it suddenly become so cold?”

I didn’t have to time answer, dragging Jessica by the arm over to my sister as we all gathered to the middle of the room, our eyes warily traveling around the room. The lights continued to flicker on and off. The low rumble humming along in the background as the wind outside began picking up, howling loudly outside the confides of the dining room. The chandelier started to sway as its crystal balls blinked. Something foul was in the air. I could feel it creeping along the back of my neck. Mine and Brooke’s eyes caught each other in the progress of making our round over the suddenly disturbed dining room, communicating silently to each other. Something was a mist and we both knew it.

Suddenly the lights went out. Frightened gasps and squeals escaped our classmate’s taunt mouths. Their fear and terror saturating the air. The light coming from the windows thinned out slowly as a black vale over unfolding itself over them. Our frantic breaths becoming visible in the air in front of us.

“Okay, Sp-Sparrow. This is just plain creepy,” Lauren stammered, the color draining from her make up caped face. She shot my sister a demanding glare. “What the hell is going on?”

All attention was on Brooke, demanding answers. Jessica, Bella, and Lauren were holding their breaths for my sister’s explanation for what was going on. Suddenly an ominous laughter filled the air, causing said girls to screams in fright, clenching tighter onto each other with all their might.

“Trust me,” Brooke whispered, apprehensively over the inhuman cackle that pierced the malice atmosphere. “You don’t want to know.”

Her keen eyes flickered my way. Cassie…

I swallowed nervously, nodding. Right. I closed my eyes trying to get a lock where the dark presence was coming from. I felt my spiritual energy extending outwards reaching into the darkness. Feeling. Searching. This presence. It felt familiar. Where did I feel this spiritual energy before? I knew it. I know I recognized it, but from where or better yet, who? The darkness felt as if it was alive, swirling, dancing around us like a living breathing creature. It felt so familiar! The demonic laughter grew louder, slowly overriding the thunderous rumble and the howling wind. My spiritual waves reached out further into the darkness, looking for the source of all the turbulence. Far in the background outside my meditative state, I could faintly hear the whimpering of our classmates. An silhouette was becoming visible in the darkness. Who or what was it that causing all of this? The dark menacing laughter grew louder still.

Who are you? I demanded silently over the roaring laughter. What do you want? Show yourself!

The malevolent silhouette drew nearer. The dark power emitting from it, was suffocating. I felt like my lungs were being constricted. I had trouble breathing. The face of the menacing apparition was becoming visible. My eyes snapped opened in horror and disbelief.

“Oh god! It’s you!” I heard myself screaming. Those malicious golden eyes and wild unruly hair and utterly pale. James! It was that apparition I had summoned last weekend! He was the cause of all of this! James was doing this!

“Surprise!” James shrieked above the whirl wind, his voice adsorbing the air around him. His demonic laughter filled the air as I exited my meditative state, horrified. Everything becoming solid, the frighten cries of my classmates closer and clear. They too could here him.

“I found you, Bella,” James proclaimed.

Wait a minute, he was after Miss Sad Sack/?! What connection could Bella possibly hold to him? Was he a dead relative of hers or something bad and menacing from her past? All I know is as soon as he said her name; Bella’s eye bulged in terror, her face becoming taunt, and all signs of life driving away from it. She opened her mouth in a silent scream of sheer alarm. Then it’s true. She must know who this ghost is, but how were they connected?

“So you finally rear your ugly head?” Brooke demanded, angry coloring her voice, stepped apart from the group, her eyes flickering around the room. “Show yourself, you bastard! You deliberately disobeyed my sister’s orders and didn’t come and find us where you had finished your task!”

James’s high pitch maniac laughter came again. “Now why should I obey a weak fledgling of a witch? Now I am back. I can exact my revenge!”

The shadows from the corners of the room shifted and began slithering across the floors, past our ankles like serpents to the flame. An supernatural wind began picking in the dining room itself, swirling in long strokes, blowing past our huddled group going toward where the shadows were starting to concentrate themselves. They were building upon each other, each string of shadows weaving itself together forming a body.

Brooke whirled around to me, her eyes burning straight into mine. Her boyishly short raven hair flying about her face lividly. “Cassie! You have to do it now!” she screamed over the whirlwind as whipped past us, devouring her words as they barely reached my overwhelmed ears. “Release the spell. Send this sucker back to the abyss.”

At that moment I froze. Fear clenched my very soul; my body became immobile, incapable of movement. The muscles in my legs refused to move, my eyes resting on the forming apparition right in front of us, growing wide in absolute horror. What had I done bringing… bringing this thing back into the world of the living? My breathing stopped, my heart pulsing inside the confides of my mind. My throated constricting in fear, becoming dry, making it hard to breath. Tears started to weld up blurring my vision. I couldn’t hear the cries of my classmates any more. I felt lost. This was my entire fault. We were all in danger because of me and I was powerless to anything about it.

“Dammit Cassie!” I heard Brooke cuss over James’s piercing laughter, her voice cracking with panic. “Cassie!”

“Repel!!”

I didn’t see it. I didn’t see the part where our father came charging into the room. I didn’t see him push Brooke out of the way, placing his tall, lean frame between us and the demonic spirit. His right hand rose as he began chanting the lyrics to banish the foul monstrosity.

“I repel thy from my home and my threshold! I banish you in the name of the holy!” Our father cried over the snapping winds, his hand raised high. Confidence and resolution sounding in his deep resounding tone. “For I am Derrick Kindred Sparrow, Son of Euclid Sparrow; Protective of the Sacred Order and Familiar to the Arch Angel, Gabriel! I banish thy from my home. Be gone foul spirit. I cast thy away!”

The house shuddered violently. The chandelier snapped itself free from the chain holding it above the dining room table and crashing down in array of sparks and glass as James wails of pure anguish bellowed in the wind, distorting the space around us. An bright white light filled the room through the window, blinding everyone. An loud thunderous clap followed, then by a flash, James’s vile presence being cast out of our house within seconds. The light left the room, revealing the damage in its wake from our chilling encounter. The chandelier smashed across the now collapsed table. Shards of glass crystal scattered across the wooden floor at our feet. The sound of falling rain filled the eerily silent atmosphere left behind.

Bella’s frightened voice followed the short lived silence, her eyes as well as our other two classmates flickered from our father’s tall lean form, stationed in front of us, his right hand stilled raised in front of him, to us. “W-Who are you people?”

You could hear the shock in her voice and the accusation in her stare. Our father turned to our three trembling dramatized classmates. His expressionless unreadable as his turned his gaze on them. His brown eyes glowing slightly in the gloom. He raised his hands as his psychic ability went to work on them minds, picking and selecting the memories that needed to ease in order to preserve their innocent and sanity.

“I think it’s best if you girls go home now,” he said solemnly.

Jessica, Lauren, and Bella all nodded their heads in unison. “Yes sir,” they replied numbly, the glow in their eyes fading as our father’s powers did their work inside their fragile minds. When evening came they would have no recollection of the horror they had witnessed and the terror they once felt.