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The statue stands in the middle of the backyard, surrounded by overgrown red and white rose bushes, and has to be at least ten or twelve feet tall. I wonder what she represents to this place.
Slowly making my way to her from the back porch, using the large stepping stones, I walk around her, taking in all the intricate details etched into the stone. Stepping closer, I see a small plaque at her feet which says:
‘Angel of Death’
What an interesting piece to have in one’s yard.
The entire backyard is surrounded by large green hedges. In one spot, is a curved archway made from a stone that matches the statue, moss and vines running along it. A thick black iron gate occupies the space in the middle. It has a large latch and handle and I can faintly see a stone path on the other side.
How big is this place?
Large trees peek over the hedges, and I wonder how deep in the path goes?
Where does it lead to?
Biting my lip, I remember Joanie’s warning about not snooping and minding my own business.
Surely, she didn’t mean out here. It’s just a path.
Fuck it. I want to see what’s back there if I am stuck living here.
Chapter4
Merrick
Iwatch Fallon from one of the second-floor windows as she slowly walks around the Angel of Death, noting how she takes in the perfect little flowers my charming mother, Joanie, tends to daily. This place is her fucking pride and joy. And that statue is this place's goddamn mascot. Not that Fallon would know that… yet.
The torch is upside down for a reason, representing a life extinguished. How fitting.
Right now, Fallon is taken in by its beauty and is naturally curious. I can tell by the way she is examining every inch of it.
Soon she will want to know more.
Ask more.
Soon she will see it’s too fucking late.
The statue symbolizes everything I tried to run from. The burden it has placed on this family.
Unless you’re my mother, then it is a gift and a privilege.
That night, I thought I had escaped.
I should have known better. This place always sucks you back in. It will always have a hold over you. Coming here will be Fallon’s biggest mistake, and I will make sure she knows it. I will make sure she regrets her decision to call my cold-hearted mother. If Fallon tries to run, it will be because I am the one chasing her.
To see the look on her face when she realizes she can’t leave will be goddamn perfection.
Some may think I’m jaded.
I couldn’t give a fuck. She shouldn’t have come here. She shouldn’t have called my fucking mother to save her. No one can save her.
The Angel of Death is only the half of it.
Stupid, stupid girl.
There are secrets beyond the perfectly trimmed hedges and iron gates, you have to see to believe.
Raking my hand through my white blond hair, I take another hit off my joint.
