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Sunday, March 27, 2016

TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE ... # 299

TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE
# 299
warning...adult content




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Linda led Steve back over to where Ghost and Melody were sitting, there on the sandy beach.

"We're going home, now," Linda said. "Melody, you'll ride back with Steve, and Ghost, you'll ride with me and the kids. We are all too tired to be arguing out here, tonight, but in the morning, we'll try and work this all out, together. Let's go." She marched back to the van, followed by the others.

Steve wouldn't even look at Ghost, and kept his distance. As he got into his car, he slammed the door, waiting for Melody to get in, then sped off. They never said a word the whole way back.  Linda followed him down the highway toward Missing Mile. They made it back to Kinsey's bar, where Steve dropped Melody off at the back door, then spun gravel, as he left toward his and Ghost's house.

Linda and Melody woke the kids up, to go inside to their beds. Ghost just sat on the back porch of the club, looking down at the pavement. When the kids were settled, Linda took Melody aside.

"He's still down there, isn't he?" she asked. Melody nodded.

"Go see if you can talk to him. Tell him he should come in, now."

Melody frowned. "But, what do I even say to him. I mean, Steve is being ridiculous. He's your brother and all, but damn, he's so mean."

Linda gritted her teeth at that remark, then let it go. This time she agreed with Melody. "I know, and he's not usually like this. Something must have made him snap this time. We'll try to sort it all out tomorrow. Just right now, go talk to Ghost, please." She heaved a sigh.

"Ok, and I'm sorry I said that," Melody said.

"It's ok," Linda said. "We have to hang in there, and keep it together, for them."

Melody went downstairs to find Ghost. Coming out the back door, she then sat down by him, just to be there for him. For a few minutes she watched, as he piled up little pieces of gravel, then knocked them down. She could tell that his wrist was still hurting, though. Every now and then, she could hear him sniffle.

"Why don't you come on inside?" she asked. "There's plenty of places to sleep tonight."

He shook his head, then took a handful of the little rocks, throwing them, watching them ping off the front of the van, as they hit.

"It's the omen," Ghost said. "I told him it was a bad one, but he never believes me. It took us by surprise out there, coming on real sudden like that. He has to deal with it, and it might take awhile. He'll be ok...it will go away."

"Will you be ok," Melody asked.

Ghost sighed. "Yeah...I ain't going no where. It just hurts when he says things like that to me. But, Melody...I didn't mind control him. I didn't..."

She nodded. "I believe you. I don't understand it, but I've come to know that you don't lie. Steve knows that, too, deep down."

"I know," Ghost said.

They sat there a few more minutes, each lost in their own thoughts. Then Melody asked, "So, how do you fix it...this omen thing?"

"Oh, well...I could try some stuff, but he'd have to let me, and right now he won't even look at me. He mostly don't even believe in any of this, anyway, like I do. Well, except for the vampires and demons...he knows they're real, but all the things our grandmother taught me...the spells, and potions, and magic charms...he don't like to even think about them."

Melody thought for a minute. "So what you're saying is, until he is ready to listen to you, he'll be...well, mean to everybody?"

Ghost shrugged. "I guess so. He never had to really think about omens and signs very much before."

"Ok, well, we're all talking it out in the morning. He said he'd be here, so we'll just wait until then," Melody said. "You ready to come in?"

Nodding, Ghost got up off the porch, and Melody opened the door, waiting for him. He paused for a moment, staring up into the night sky. Melody's heart lurched, as she saw how sad he looked.

"Come on, let's get you a blanket. You want to stay in my room?"

"Naw, I'll be in the back room; it'll be fine, there's a big couch in there," Ghost said.

"Ok, try to get some rest," Melody said, as she gave him a hug.

~
As Steve had sped off, his mind was in turmoil. His thoughts and emotions were spinning out of control, and he knew it, but was unable to get a handle on it. He drove farther down the main street, noticing the convenience store was still open. It felt like the middle of the night already, but checking his watch, he noticed it wasn't even midnight, yet. On impulse, he pulled into the little store's parking lot. He went in, directly to the back wall of cooler shelves. Grabbing a 30-pack of beer, he then paid for it and left. Out on the highway, he cracked open a can, wanting at this point, only to drown out the voices in his head, telling him he was being an asshole.

"Shut the hell up," he yelled, as he chucked the now empty can out the window.

~

Next part coming soon!


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2 comments:

  1. Good write thank you for sharing.

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  2. Thank you, Martin. Hope you are having a pleasant week! :)

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