3-Absolution

  Absolution

  by Jennifer Laurens

  Grove Creek Publishing

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments or locales is purely coincidental.

  A Grove Creek Publishing Book

  ABSOLUTION

  Grove Creek Publishing / October 2010

  All Rights Reserved.

  Copyright 2010 by Katherine Mardesich

  This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without permission.

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  ISBN: 1-933963-82-2

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  Printed in the United States of America

  For Rebekah

  Absolution

  - book three -

  Chapter one

  ____________________

  “What the hell do you want?” The man boomed from the doorway.

  I was unable to squeak out a sound, much less answer his question.

  Black spirits slithered like snakes up his shoulders, wrapping around his neck and gut, winding down between his legs, covering his gray suit. I’d seen evil before, been so close darkness had almost submerged me, but this infestation was acute. My body trembled. I broke out in an icy sweat.

  “Is Krissy here?” Thankfully, my friend Chase was by my side.

  Thankfully, Chase couldn’t see the evil writhing on Krissy’s father or he’d be speechless. Like me.

  The burly man scowled. “She can’t come to the door.”

  Chase cleared his throat, pushed up his silver-rimmed glasses. “I respectfully disagree with your statement, sir. Krissy called and told me to come over.”

  The rugged skin on Krissy’s father’s face flushed scarlet. “And I’m telling you my daughter is not available.”

  “But—”

  The door slammed in our faces. We stood in stunned silence staring at the thick, weather-worn wood.

  “Wow,” Chase blew out. “He’s not the friendliest guy in the world, is he?”

  Now that a slab of wood stood between us and the creepy crawly black spirits harbored on Krissy’s dad, I breathed. My knees still shook. “Yeah.”

  “What should we do?”

  Though part of me wanted to flee, the part of me that cared about my new friend Krissy—timid, quiet Krissy—didn’t want to leave without making sure she was all right.

  “Maybe she’s waiting for us.” I started around the circular structure—the only house I’d ever seen that was round. The shape made the house nearly as odd as its occupants.

  “Her dad will have us arrested for trespassing, Zoe. The last thing I need is another run in with the cops after that party.”

  “That’s probably the reason he doesn’t want us talking to her. She’s in serious trouble after what happened to Brady.”

  “True.” Chase stood back, his gaze sweeping the exterior of the odd-shaped house. “But the likelihood of her going to jail is zero. I mean, she had a party at her parents’ house while they weren’t home. That’s not grounds for incarceration.”

  Chase was a Law and Order, CSI—crime show—geek. I had no doubt he’d already staked a gamble on the outcome of the fateful events at Krissy’s party.

  “Brady hung himself at the party,” I added. “And died.”

  “Still, it was an accident.” Chase’s concerned scan swept the house. “We should do something.”

  “I agree, but what?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “She did call you, right?” I glanced at him, two hesitant feet behind me as I continued around the perimeter of the house. “Right?” Hopefully, this wasn’t some scheme of Chase’s to hang out with me. He knew we were just friends. He knew my heart belonged to Matthias and my life, at this moment in time, was caught up in Weston.

  “Yes, she called.” Halfway around the building his stride matched mine.

  I stopped and stared at the windows. All were covered with white pull-down shades. No sign of anyone peeking out from behind them. “What did she say, exactly?” I asked him, my eyes going from one window to the next.

  “She said, ‘I need to talk to you. Can you come over?’”

  My gaze shot to Chase. “She didn’t ask for me?”

  He lowered his large brown eyes.

  “Are you serious? Chase, that was a girl being a girl. ‘I need to talk to you’ means come over, I want to hang out. It means, I think you’re a hottie. It means pay attention to me.”

  Chase’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “It does?”

  I stormed back the way I came. He followed.

  “I’m sorry. After the funeral, I thought she was in trouble. She sounded scared on the phone.”

  Brady’s funeral had only been hours ago. The image of Albert and Brady’s spirits there, Brady’s wicked soul stirring his mother’s anger into the vengeful act that influenced her to pull out a gun and shoot at Weston still hung in my mind. My brain replayed Brady’s vengeful words, ‘You always had to be number one!’ A hiss from the other side of the grave that only I had been able to hear, stung my spine. The piercing anger on Mrs. Wilcox’s face as she’d locked her ruthless gaze on Weston and pointed the weapon and pulled the trigger. That’s when I’d stepped in front of him. Not thinking about myself.

  Gut reaction. Matthias appeared. Glorious, powerful, Matthias. He’d lifted his hand, caught the bullet in his palm and the shell disintegrated on contact.

  Pandemonium had broken out.

  When I’d finally left the cemetery, Brady’s casket still straddled the open grave. I shuddered, a lonely ache rambling through me. Was there peace for the wicked?

  I clicked the remote key for Mom’s burgundy minivan and the doors unlocked. Chase stayed at my back.

  “You really are going to leave?” he asked.

  I opened the driver’s side door. “Of course. I’d look like a retard crashing what Krissy probably hoped would become a date.”

  “A date? After today?” Chase’s brows arched. “Do girls want to go on dates after a friend’s funeral?”

  “Some girls.” I was reminded that just because Krissy and I shared a class and had chatted a few times, I didn’t know her very well. Her social about face last week at the party had inadvertently contributed to Brady’s death. At the funeral, she’d appeared eaten alive by guilt.

  “What if she needs help? You saw her dad.”

  “Just because her dad is Mr. Rottweiler doesn’t mean that he has anything to do with Krissy not coming to the door.” In my heart, I doubted my own words. After seeing the evil crawling all over Krissy’s father, I was certain the man had everything to do with why Krissy hadn’t shown.

  Chase gripped the door with urgency. “Maybe we should go to Starbucks and… figure it out.”

  Chase was clueless about girls. Most of the time his naiveté was endearing. Other times, like now, it bordered on annoying. But the hopeful grin on his face nudged aside my exasperation. And I could use the relaxing sauna of scent Starbucks offered. I glanced back over my shoulder at the round house.

  Was Krissy okay? Foreboding roved inside of me, even though I tried to push it aside.

  The front door opened. Her father appeared, looking every bit as angry as when he’d stormed across the snow-covered grass of the cemetery to retrieve Krissy from Brady’s funeral. Now, he advanced like a grizzly ready to attack.

  “Where is she?” he
demanded.

  As he neared, the ground beneath my feet trembled, shooting fear up my legs and throughout my body. Black spirits spun around his head, twisted and slithered along his limbs and when he opened his mouth, a flock of the translucent creatures flew out, joining the others congregated on his body in a disgusting celebratory display.

  “Where is she?” He brought himself to the minivan and peered through the glass of the backseat. “Krissy!” He slid open the side door, dipped inside.

  “Krissy!”

  My heart pounded out of control.

  “She’s not here.” Chase sped around the front of the minivan and halted at the front passenger door, keeping a three-foot distance from Krissy’s dad.

  “And it’s not okay for you to search somebody’s car without their permission.”

  Krissy’s dad’s spun around, his eyes bulging. “I’ll damned well search what I want when my daughter is missing.” He took off to Chase’s car and tried the door. Locked. He glared at us, then crossed back to the minivan and pounded his fists on the windows as he peered through the tinted glass.

  “Krissy!”

  “She’s not here, sir. We came looking for her, remember?” Chase said.

  I glanced around for Matthias. Nothing. As bad as this guy was, I obviously wasn’t in mortal peril, or Matthias would be here.

  Krissy’s dad seethed. His slit eyes fastened to me and he marched my direction, stopping too close. The infestation of black spirits so overwhelming now, I could barely see through them to his face.

  My mouth opened but no sound came. Chase inched close to me, his face tight as his gaze stayed with mine.

  “If I find her anywhere near either of you, or that you’re lying to me, I’ll contact the police.”

  Chase snorted. “And tell them what? ‘My daughter was hanging out with some of her friends, arrest them?’ That’s not going to hold up.”

  The man slid his furious glare to Chase. “Kidnapping will hold up.”

  Chase laughed. I couldn’t believe his nerve. But then, he couldn’t see the wild evil jumping, gnashing and screaming in silent pleasure on the man’s body. “Let’s go, Zoe.” He took my elbow and led me around the hood of the minivan to the open driver’s side door.

  Krissy’s dad marched across the front lawn, through his open front door and slammed it behind him.

  “What a psycho,” Chase mumbled.

  I got inside the car, my hands shaking as I reached for the steering wheel.

  “That was the worst case of black spirits I’ve ever seen,” I muttered through a shudder.

  Chase looked at the closed door of the house. “Really? Worse than what you saw at the funeral?”

  I nodded, swallowed. “There wasn’t an inch of his body that wasn’t…

  infected.” I shook my head, shuddered. “Disgusting.”

  “The man’s obviously got an anger issue.”

  “He’s got more than anger issues.” I was certain now that whatever plagued Krissy probably met my previous assumptions of some kind of abuse.

  I was more determined to find her and help her. I hoped, wherever she was, her guardian was by her side.

  “You gonna be okay?” Chase’s voice softened, his gaze flicking from my hands to my eyes. “Want me to drive you home?”

  “And leave your car here for that weirdo to destroy?” I shook my head.

  “I’ll be fine. Take your car and get out of here.”

  “Yeah, good idea.” Chase studied me a moment. “You sure you don’t want me to follow you or something? Non-stalkerish, I promise.”

  I smiled, took a deep breath and tried to erase the vision of Krissy’s dad covered from head to toe with evil from my mind. “That’s okay. Let me know if you hear from Krissy.”

  “You do the same,” he said. “I can’t imagine where she’d go.”

  “Yeah.”

  Silence.

  My heart tore for Krissy. Where was she? She had one outfit she wore: her maternity-style denim jumper with that white long-sleeved tee shirt and her ankle boots. And one retro camel coat.

  I hoped she wasn’t pregnant… that was unthinkable.

  “I gotta run,” I said, hoping to find her somewhere. “Call me if you find her.”

  “I will. You too.” Chase shut my door and stood back. I sent him a wave and drove, my gaze scanning the streets. If she’d only called Chase a few minutes ago, and she’d made the phone call from home, she might not be that far. I tried her cell phone on the off chance she had it with her, but I only got the stock phone carrier answering message.

  Night’s darkness swallowed the sky now, and white flakes began to fall.

  Krissy. Out alone. I said a silent prayer in my heart that she’d be okay.

  I drove around Pleasant Grove for an hour, up and down Grovecreek Drive, winding street after street. I even stopped at the high school, got out and jogged the open perimeter of the campus, calling for her on the off-chance she’d think to hide out there. My voice echoed back. A creepy shudder iced my spine. Part of the school remained locked behind a chain link fence. No way was I going to climb over and search for her.

  I drove home heavy-hearted. Home looked warm and welcoming, with golden lights shining from each double-hung window. Love waited for me there. My family. Safety.

  Luke’s blue Samurai was parked out front. He wasn’t usually home this early, but I was glad he was. Maybe, like me, the long day with the funeral had taken a toll and he yearned for the completion of home, too.

  After parking Mom’s van in the garage, I went inside. I was smacked with an invisible boulder. Albert. I froze.

  Chapter Two

  ____________________

  The sound of Mom’s sniffling trickled from the kitchen. A door slammed—Dad’s office—the glass French doors had a fragile sound when they closed—or slammed. Abria’s squealing, upstairs. Her fists against her locked bedroom door. A thump. Two.

  My heart raced. “Mom?”

  “What?”

  As I crossed the family room towards the kitchen, my gaze flicked the area for Albert. Drawing closer to Mom, the vibe of weighty energy intensified. She was kneeling on the tile floor in the center of what looked like a misguided contemporary art piece of splattered and drizzled chocolate, amber syrup and white cream.

  I didn’t need to ask who’d caused the mess. Mom had no doubt found Abria playing in the contents of the refrigerator. Abria loved the smooth texture—not to mention the taste—of any syrup. We’d often found her

  ‘painting’ walls, floors, and table tops with Hershey’s chocolate, maple syrup and caramel ice cream topping if we didn’t hide the bottle in the back of the fridge.

  “Let me help.” Cleaning took my mind off Albert for a millisecond.

  He was here, somewhere, his menacing presence layered my body with the impending heaviness of being buried alive. I grabbed a roll of paper towels, wet them with hot water and joined Mom in wiping up the sticky goop.

  “I asked Dad to check on her because I was upstairs folding laundry. Of course, he was working and got distracted just long enough for her to do this.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “If he’d gotten up for one second. One second….” They’d argued.

  Ugliness still hung in the air like pollution. Weighty darkness pressed around me, closing in with suffocating presence.

  Paper towels sopping with gook, I gulped in air, stood. Albert’s ice-green eyes met mine from across the kitchen. The pleasure in his grin sent fury through my bones. He leaned casually against the pantry, his black suit popping out in contrast against the white door behind him. The noose-tie he wore proudly around his neck writhed with the tortured souls he’d conquered and enslaved.

  My skin flushed with anger. “Get out!” I shouted before thinking. I looked at Mom, who stared up at me with a frown.

  “Excuse me?”

  Albert laughed and crossed his arms over his chest, his sleek black suit shifting in designer-lik
e ease with every move he made. “You should have seen them going at each other, Zoe.” His voice slit my skin. “They’re getting the hang of arguing. But then, hostility only needs the gentlest fertilization to ripen in most people.”