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“Yes darling that’s me.” Mr Graves sits down again. He has a concerned look on his face.
“Chloe, let me introduce my son. Cain. I am sorry for the hurt he has caused you. I have tried to stop him.” I now have a name to put to the evil face. Cain lights a cigarette and blows the smoke in our direction.
“You’ve got five minutes to explain yourself, then I will be putting a bullet in her head.”
Mr Graves glares at him.
“Thirty years ago, I fell in love with the most beautiful woman in the world. She loved me unconditionally. But I was a bad man. I treated her terribly.”
He continues to talk but my ears switch off and I’m lost in thoughts of my mother. I don’t have any real memories of her. Well, I don’t think I do. Smells sometimes remind me of her, certain sweets or fabric softeners. Maybe these are memories of how she smelt. I was six months old when she died. It broke my grandparent’s hearts. My grandpa never recovered, and he passed away when I was about seven. My grandma always said “There will always be something good to come out of what’s bad, sometimes you just need to look very hard to find it.” Grandma always said that in the situation of losing my mother, the good, was me. That she got to have cuddles with me every day. There were always lots of photographs of my mum around the house. She was very beautiful. People always say I look just like her.
I asked my grandma multiple times about my father, but she always said she knew nothing about him. Not even his name. Grandma told me mum had gone off the rails a bit before becoming pregnant. That my grandparents hadn’t seen her months until one day she turned up pregnant with me. They had asked her who the father was, but she said he didn’t want anything to do with us, so they never pushed. My grandma always thought they would find out eventually, but when she passed there was no way to find out.
“And so, when I saw you that day, I just knew you were my daughter. You look the spitting image of your mother. When you said your middle name was Karen after your mother, I was certain.” Mr Graves continues. “I followed you and your friend to a restaurant, when you left, I took one of your glasses and had a DNA test done. It’s a match. We are father and daughter.” Mr Graves hands me a piece of paper, but I don’t take it. I do not care who this man is. And why hasn’t he rung an ambulance and the police? Cain stamps his cigarette out on the floor. He throws a chair across the room.
“I don’t care who you are. I need to call an ambulance.” I scream as I get up and walk over to Josh.
“Oh no you don’t!” Cain grabs me and pushes me back into my seat.
“Leave her alone! Did you not hear what I just said?!”
“She is no sister of mine!”
Both men shout and argue with each other.
I switch off. I stare at my lifeless Josh. How can this be? How can I go from being the happiest I have been to my heart being ripped out of my chest? The men are now flighting. Cain beats his father until he can no longer stand. He then grabs me by my hair and puts me against the wall.
He stands back to look at me.
“Finally.” With a smirk on his face, he lifts his gun to me. I close my eyes.
I feel a heaviness in my chest. It forces my back against the wall. I then slide down to the floor. Still, with my eyes closed, I hear Cain.
“F**K!!!!!”
I open my eyes to see Mr Graves lay across me. Cain storms over to me and pushes the barrel of the gun in between my eyes.
“No one can take the bullet for you now!”
Praying for it to be over, praying to be reunited with Josh, I stare into cains eyes. They are dark and evil.
*BANG*
A dark red spot appears in the middle of Cain’s forehead.
The expression on his face disappears. Blood begins to pour from the dark round hole.
His body drops to the floor in a heap. My heart picks up as look for my hero. Is it Josh? Is he still alive? Is he ok? I look around the room and see my saviour in the doorway.
My heart sinks. It’s not Josh. Its Damien.
My ears are ringing, and my eyes are a blur. Paramedics fill the cottage. People are speaking to me, but I can’t tell what they are saying to me. I am strapped to a chair and wheeled out to the ambulance.
As I pass Damien, I hear the paramedics talking to him.
“I’m sorry sir. He’s gone.”
Chapter 11
