Chapter 67 Chapter 2–Book 2
WARNING: abusive situations and language.
Nova (aka November) was never happy with the fact that the piece of crap had his own private place.
It was a small shed just on the edge of the property. He called it his happy place. What exactly could make a miserable shit like James Springer happy? Nova was sure she didn’t want to know, still he came home with blood on his clothes again. He didn’t think that Nova or Kathy noticed. The idiot seems to think that we go blind when we do laundry. Well, perhaps it’s true of Kathy anyway.
Nova was also thinking that Kathy knew a lot more than she was letting on. Nova knew that her time to leave was fast approaching; she decided to wait till James left again for a couple of days. She wasn’t sure, but she had a feeling he would try to either keep her from leaving or bring her back if she got away.
When he leaves, and Nova knew for certain that he would, she would bolt. Taking off into the woods, she had a map of the terrain, and the destination was a small town on the other side of the mountains. Not only will she have gone an unexpected direction, but also she will have a huge head start. With all the rain they have been having lately, perhaps even her trail will be washed away. If she was lucky enough, that is.
She wasn’t in the least worried about her mother; she stopped being her mother. Nova looked out for herself. Nova kept everything close to herself. She didn’t write about it in her journal, which she knew that Mr. Crapolla Shitface was sneaking into her room to read.
One time Maggi had to go into town for some groceries after work, Nova went along and used the library computer to look up the shit's name, James Springer. It came up with nothing. Nothing? That was weird because he should have some sort of arrest record.
Nova knew for certain that on six different occasions Mr. Springer was arrested and hauled off to jail. In truth, he was never in there long. Still, he should have some sort of record.
It didn’t set well with her; her spidey senses were always going off around that piece of shit. He was also really close to the sheriff. Maybe he had some dirt on the sheriff or something; who knows?
All Nova now cared about was leaving, still, she didn’t know what was calling her to go check out that shed. It was a perfect time to do it; James drank himself into a stupor and passed out; he won’t be up and about for at least 4 hours.
She still came around from the back of the house so she wouldn’t be easily discovered. She stayed out of the little dirt pathway; he was clever enough to look for tracks. She went up to the side of the shed, looking for another way inside; something about going through the door made her uneasy.
She knew that James didn’t use the door either; he always went around back. So that is what Nova did as well. He had to have another way inside. When she got around to the back, she noticed that the wood slats in the middle of the wall were a different color.
It was some sort of secret door; she looked it over and found a small latch on the bottom corner and pushed it in. The door swung open; a terrible smell hit her right away. Smelled like a dead mouse. She gently, cautiously took a step inside.
She didn’t go any further; she didn’t have to. Nailed on all the walls were people's ears. There was a small table and a chair and newspaper clippings about missing girls and children.
She looked at the table; it had an elaborate centerpiece almost like a shrine. It was a huge jar, and inside it was nothing but eyeballs.
She almost tossed her cookies right there; she could barely breathe. She stepped back out and without disturbing anything she shut the door. She ran into the woods unable to control her revulsion and fear. She ran to her favorite spot, a big tree in the middle of their property.
She sat down away from the house and started to throw up. She was in a full-blown panic. She started to take deep breaths to calm herself down. Oh, my god. What in the holy hell was that? Was it real?
She sat down and gathered herself. She can’t let on at all that she found out what was in that piece of shit’s happy place.
She can’t go to the Sheriff either; they are friends. She decided that it was best to keep her cool, at least long enough till he left again. Then she was not only going to run to that town, she was going to run to their police station.
She decided that she wasn’t going to tell her mother either; she felt a little bad about it. She also knew that her dear ole mom would tell James.
She went back to her room, making sure all her stuff was ready to go. She kept it hidden throughout the room. Put it in all the out in the open places making it look like it was just a part of the room. In order to pull this off, she was going to have to outsmart that piece of shit, that monster.
She grabbed one of her favorite books and started to read; she knew she wasn’t getting any sleep tonight or any other night, as long as she was still here. She did think about Maggi though; she was going to have to find a way to warn her.
Jack Dawson was having a wonderful time; he stopped at one of the hidden holes to call his Second, Sam, to see if all was ok. Sam told him to go take a hike. Smartass. So now Brutus was swimming across a small lake; it was so much a wonder every time he shared sensations with Brutus.
The feel of his fur floating in the water, the coolness of the water, it was refreshing too.
The last two days, though, both Jack and Brutus were getting restless; it was almost like waiting for the war to begin while standing on the battlefield. He could feel that trouble was coming; that was why he phoned Sam, but whatever it is, it isn’t the clan.
He decided that he was going to do a patrol, see if he was truly alone in this forest. Alone meaning no other shifters or humans are hanging around.
Whatever this feeling was, he felt that it would happen soon. He didn’t like surprises, and neither did Brutus.
Avery Endstead was off getting his drug supplies; he was going to have to get James’s help again; this last dealer was getting a bit too nosey. He wasn’t sure, but maybe the guy was a cop.
Still, it didn’t matter; the only rule here was that you kept your mouth shut, and asking questions will get you filled with lead. This guy was asking a lot of questions; it was time for him to go.
James isn’t going to be happy that he didn’t get his usual time off, but this matter isn’t going to wait. If this is a cop, then he has to be shut up, sooner rather than later.
Avery has only been this successful because, for one, they didn’t know he was the Sheriff and that anyone who knew anything about his business always ended up dead. True, James is still alive; he will stay that way until he becomes a liability.
Kathy Foster knew she was a lousy mother, still, Nova turned out alright. Still though soon she was going to have to have a talk with her. James said he would keep his hands off her till she was old enough.
She is now old enough; she is going to have to tell her that she will also be sleeping with James. She is no longer in her school years, and it is time that she earn her keep.
She knew that Nova was going to have a cow; she never liked James. She had to agree, when she married him he was all nice and thoughtful.
Once the ring was on her finger he turned into a monster. One, she was going to make him happy, and hopefully he will stop hitting her and hit Nova for a bit instead.
She decided that she would wait till James left again and pull her daughter aside and explain how things are going to be around here, once James returns.
It will be a nice surprise for him; he is always so mean when he returns from his fun. He always brings her a bottle, as a sorry I was away present.
She stopped asking questions a long time ago; she didn’t like getting the black eyes as answers. As for Nova, she will learn in time, and they will be a happy family for once.
She was also going to tell Nova that she is going to have to put all the money she makes with the household money, so everyone can have it available to them. No more buying the groceries and paying the electric.