CHAPTER FIVE

✍❤✍ HIS SON - CHAPTER FOUR (Main) ✍❤✍

By Jessy ✍

I got back home only to realize the door was wide open. It was strange finding it that way because I knew Hilda would never leave it open, as long as she was around. I shoved the cracky feeling that I was having off and stepped inside, finding the whole place messed up, with the living room turned into another thing entirely.

I walked in shakily, getting my toes curled, as I tried not to step on anything, in case there was a broken glass. I called Hilda's name but no one answered. Hilda wouldn't have known about this, I'm sure, I said to myself as I slipped my hand into my bag and pulled out my phone, dialing her number. Her line wasn't going-a first-leaving me with no option but to make an emergency call.

"So, Miss, who did you say was the last to leave the house?"

I was still shaken by the incident. The police checked everything, and seeing nothing taken, I tried to relax. But if it really was a case of robbery, I thought. Why didn't they take a thing? I wondered trembling.

"Miss?" the police officer called to my attention, and I looked up.

"M-my best friend and colleague,"

Mum and Dad came in at that moment, with Lucille following behind-mum's favourite pet!

"Baby!"

"Mum?" I was surprised to see they were the ones walking through the door, as I hadn't told them about the incident... yet. "D-Dad, what are you guys doing here?"

"We should be asking first of all," Mum chipped in. "My God! What happened here?" she asked, taking off her shawl as she made towards the cop. "Officer, is everything all right?"

I knew how panicky my Mum could get. It was a good thing the officer had affirmed to her question, sparing me the stress of going into details.

"Anita, it sure doesn't seem like everything's all right," Dad scanned the area as he spoke.

I had forgotten that everything was left untouched, as instructed by the police, and the appliances were still scattered on the floor. Mum had gotten behind me, like she wanted to hear all the police said, while I kept throwing hateful glances at my sister.

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"Mmm. My dearest Belinda. Have you seen what grave danger you have brought to your family?"

"Dad?"

The man dressed like a cop smiled mischievously. "Come to see lover girl?"

"Dad, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, you have no idea, son," the smile on his face disappeared, a grin taking over it.

"Dad, what did you do?"

His Dad chuckled.

"What did you do?!"

"You've seen nothing yet-"

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Mrs. MacKenny ✍

I had thought I had seen him again-the man I had dreaded so much. I couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't shown himself after his last phone call, and now it seemed this feeling I was having meant he was back in town.

"Hon, we should go,"

"Already?" Anita looked at me as she got up from Lucille's side.

"Y-yes," I responded shakily and made unconsciously for the door.

"Dear, are you okay?" I heard my husband ask, though not clear. I turned and looked at him, smiled faintly, and opened the door so we could get going.

"Mum!" Anita hollered.

And I turned again. "I'm okay," I lied, feeling sorry inside.

The girls couldn't stop looking at me-as I acted like one who was possessed. Derek followed behind, quickly holding me, as I shook like one who was about to fall. I clung to him for support as we walked down the stairs, out the building, as Anita bid us goodbye and we left for home.

*******

"Dad, you gotta stop! You really have to stop!" Samuel paced restlessly around the room as he talked.

"Stop?"

"Dad, I'm serious. When are you gonna leave the MacKennys alone?" Samuel questioned angrily as Mr. Louis laughed.

"I won't let them be... until my work is done!"

"You are not going to rest, are you?"

His father shook his head. "No, son. I'll make sure I ruin their lives, until they have nothing left to live..."

Samuel grew infuriated that his body trembled with rage. "I will not let you, father!" he growled. "What is it that the MacKennys have done that you wouldn't let them be?"

His father stood up angrily. "If you do not abide by me, I'd make sure you don't live to see the break of day!"

Samuel huffed at his threat. "But I'm your son!"

His father concurred. "The more reason you keep to our plan, else you won't live to tell the tale,"

"Does mother know about this woman you chase after?"

"Your mother has no business here, so don't you tell."

Samuel scoffed. "Like I have a choice-" he stopped to listen. "Mum's home," he alerted.

"Very well then," his father signaled with his forefinger on his lips as he left. "Remember, do not tell-" his last words left Samuel ruminating on his life.

~

Anita's Apartment

Hilda came back few hours later, with the house fully arranged. I had her sit down while I narrated the whole thing to her. She was shocked on hearing everything, as she was sure she had locked all the doors before leaving for work.

"Who could have done this?" she asked.

I shrugged my shoulders and started towards the kitchen. "Want something?"

She answered with a shake of her head. "I'm full,"

I bit my bottom lip and raised my head to check if the cereal I'd left on the top shelf was still there.

Catching sight of it, I moved closer and stretched, getting ahold of it, as a paper stuck out from under it.

"What's this?" I dropped the cereal pack and picked it up, rubbing my index finger on the edge, knowing I hadn't dropped it there. "Hilda, come," I called to my best friend as the words written boldly on it, sent shivers through me-

"You're dead?" Hilda read behind.

"W-what does this mean?" I trembled with fear.

"I don't know,"

I glanced over my shoulder, and turned to fully face her. "First, the break in. Now, the letter," I read the words over and over again.

"The sender's trying to pass a message, no doubt..."

"But who is it that wants us dead?" I tried to breathe, hands pressed against my stomach. "

"A mystery we're to solve," Hilda wasn't left unshaken, as she stuck to my side. "We should leave this place, Anne. We are not safe," she said, inducing great terror.

I took a deep breath and exhaled, hoping it would make me feel lots better, as I looked at Hilda once more and asked her not to worry, making certain she wasn't scared of anything.

I called Uncle minutes I was done eating, and told him about some guy (if not more), who had tried to scare us, leaving the mysterious message out, which I also didn't plan on telling Mum and Dad. I wasn't going to let something so petty scare me, not when I've done nothing wrong.

"So how's our lovely lady doing?" I kept looking at my fingers as we talked.

Dad's brother was happily married with three kids; two teenage boys and one adult-partly adult. Chelsea was almost twenty, while Friedrich and Johnny were four years apart. Oh, and let's not forget the little one cooking in the oven.

Being Uncle's favourite was lots fun. I could go on for hours talking to him, as he understood me better... even better than Dad. I felt relaxed hearing him reassure that nothing was going to happen to me, and was glad to know that they were visiting soon.

"Oh, is that Annie I hear?" Aunt Loretta's voice came, and I greeted.

"Hi Loretta,"

"Oh, dear. Is everything all right over there?"

"Nita was just telling me about the burglar who broke into their house," Uncle Philip said to her, as she gasped.

"Oh my!"

My phone was on loud speaker, so I could hear everything well.

"Did they take anything, Nita?"

I smiled as though they were seeing me. "No, they didn't. You don't have to worry, aunt Lori," I assured. "How's the baby kicking? And, of course my favourite cousins?"

"Oh, they're all fine, my dear." Aunt Loretta replied.

"So, Nita... we are going to talk when we get back," Unc Philip broke in.

"Get back from where?" I asked interestedly.

"Your uncle here wouldn't stop worrying about going baby shopping,"

"Me?" I could hear Uncle laughing in the background.

"We'll see you soon, Nita. Love you!" the call ended with aunt Lori's voice.

I dropped my phone on the glass table in front of me and placed my legs on it so I could relax. I breathed in and out, and hummed slightly, swinging my head from side to side, as a knock on the door brought me to a stop.

"Who's there?" I got no answer. I listened quietly, hearing it no more, as I made to continue, then it came again.

"That's weird-" I stood up this time, making to answer.

I placed my hand on the doorknob, heaved a deep sigh, and opened the door as I saw no one but a brown package right on the floor.

"Who's there?" I called again, looking left and right as I saw no one.

I gave a slight thought, brought about the weird feeling I was having, picked up the package, and moved back inside.

Isat down on the sofa, running my fingers on the seal, as the package came off. I expected to find a bloody knife with a head on a silver platter, as seen in horror movies, instead I got the surprise of my life-an album with pictures of Sammy and I placed on all sides. Sammy must have dropped this off by himself, I thought, looking at the pictures, as they reminded me of how close we were. I wanted to take my eyes off them, but they'd had already gotten my attention, and served the purpose Sammy had in mind.

"A recorder?" I looked to where the mini device laid, as I said, "I wonder what Sammy has in store here," I dropped the album and took it out of the box.

"I ran my fingers on it for a minute, smirking slightly, as I checked it out.

"Happy Birthday to you. Happy birthday to you... Happy Birthday...Happy Birthday... Happy Birthday to youuuuuu-"

It was a video of us. I could remember vividly it was Sammy's eighteenth birthday, and I had thrown him a surprise party, with a few of his pals, and my friends invited.

I never knew he had kept the video with him all this while. What message was he trying to pass?

I didn't know when tears gathered in my eyes as memories of that day came flooding my mind. It was the last birthday party I had with him before we parted ways.

"Get yourself together, Anne!" I chided myself. "You are way over Sammy now," I wiped my tears off and placed the materials back inside the box.

I brought my legs on the sofa and got it stretched, taking up my phone, as I swiped it open to use, a text I wasn't expecting to see, coming in at that moment.

"What do you want?" I typed angrily and sent, switching off my phone at that minute.

******

She's not picking my calls. Why isn't she picking my calls? Nita's sister Lucille moved tirelessly with eyes glued to the little gadget in her hand.

Nita has been busying her calls all morning. All she wanted was to know if Anita was doing okay. Even though they weren't in good terms, Lucille didn't want to give up just yet on getting her sister back.

Their bond was so strong back when they were little. The girl she used to know as her second companion and best friend turned out being her enemy.

Life's a hard bicce, sighed Lucille as she fell backwards on her bed. Sleep was gradually calling, and she knew in no time she'd finally give in.

Wincing, she rolled on her sides, slowly closing her eyes as the thought of her sister lingered on.

"Who are you?!" a hoarse, unfriendly voice woke Lucille up from her deep slumber.

"Anita?" called Lucille for the first time. Huh? Gasped a confused Lucille. "I can talk?"

A hostile, unfriendly look was directed at her. "Who are you, I ask again?" repeated the lady in front who had her sister looks. Or did she really?

"Anita, it's me," Lucile drew nearer so she could feel her, but was greeted with a heavy punch that sent her falling with a thump.

"Ouch!" she groaned.

"W-H-O A-R-E Y-O-U?" the surprisingly fierce lady pinned her temporarily to the floor.

"N-Nita, it's me," Lucille muttered under her breath, feeling her back hurt. "N-Nita—but Lucille's words felt stuck in her throat as a snarly throw came right at her at that minute.

"I'll teach you a lesson!"

~T•B•C~