… This wasn’t the house I had come out of. “What happened!” I asked Betty.
She looked unphased by the sight. The house that had always looked so perfect and clean now looked like no one had been in it for years. Dust covered everything and cobwebs hung all around. The walls were now yellow and the fluffy white carpet was so dirty, it looked black.
“I don’t want to go any farther!” I said, realizing that Betty was leading me back to the dining room.
The fresh cut daisies that sat on the round table in the hallway, now were nothing but dead sticks in a dry, brown vase.
I grabbed on to Betty’s hand as we stopped at the dining room door. I wasn’t sure if I was going to pass-out or throw-up, as my insides tied in to knots.
“Go with me. Don’t leave me alone.” I begged Betty.
“Be brave. ” She whispered. “I’ll be with you.”
Betty’s hand never touched the door knob , but the door began to creep open, pulling apart the webs that covered it…
Aunt Louise paced around the room. She and the house seemed to be growing older by the minute. I sat and cried, tucked deep in the corner with my knees pulled up to my chest, not wanting any part of this conversation. I only wanted to get out.
“And Fredrick, dear Fredrick, he should have been mine. I could have made him happy. But no!” She snapped. “My sister took that from me too!” She paused. “And you, you are their spawn!” She growled.
“I am their daughter!” Anger began to swell inside of me, my fists clenched and my jaws tightened.
She tilted her head up toward the ceiling and laughed. “Not any more.” She tauntingly said. “Now you are mine… I took care of them.”…
*To be continued.