The big rig was parked outside of the house. I wasn’t sure whether or not I was glad they were home or if I was scared that they were home. Even the house looked like an old painting, a painting that had been in the attic of my mind for centuries. It was the first time in years that I actually looked at the house. Nothing had changed about that house. Sure, there were more chips in the paint, and sure the moss had grown greener on the wooden siding, but other then those subtle changes everything was the same… and it made me sick.
The window I broke, out of rage, one sunny summer day four years earlier, was still broken. There was an old rusted out Chevrolet truck – grandpa’s truck – still sitting in the front yard… it had been there for more then seventeen years. Across the street from my house the cornfields still stood. The corn stalks reminded me of soldiers, frozen in time, walking home after a long, hard day at war. Off to the far side of the house was… the barn. It had been red at some point in its life… now… it’s an ugly wooden color. The color wood gets after years of weather. I could feel it in my bones… my one shot was coming. How? I don’t know.
Slowly, I began to walk down the driveway towards the house. As I past the rig I got an idea. One thing that I did need to get out was money. That eight thousand dollars that my mother took from me would be very useful right about now. And if there was no evidence of the credit card or money in the house, then maybe there would be something in the rig. I mean, most truck drivers live out of their rigs anyway, right? I wasn’t sure of the relationship of this man with my mother, but it was clearly something more then all of the other ‘men’ that she dealt with. Therefore, I thought there was a good possibility that something of interest may be in the rig.
I opened the door to the rig, thankfully it was unlocked, and I got in. The rigs cab was pretty massive. After all of the trucks I have seen in my life outside of the house, I had never been inside one. I went into the back of the cab, where the bed was. There was a terrible smell in this rig, which was turning my stomach in knots.
At first, I found nothing of interest to me, but then I lifted the mattress, there were papers under there. I took them out, and began to search through them. Much of the papers consisted of time sheets, delivery orders, and scan sheets for the truck. Then towards the end of the pile I found two papers. They were insurance policies. One concerning me and the other concerning Allie. Both of them were fifty thousand dollars each. Now it was getting scary.
I folded up the two papers, small enough to fit in my pocket, and then I put the useless papers back under the mattress. That’s when I heard the rig’s doors open up, and that’s when I heard my mothers scraggily voice. “Well, you were the one who screwed this whole thing up!” She managed to get out through her scratchy throat.
“Look, you’re the one who got involved with this guy, don’t blame this on me!” The man who chased me with a knife yelled back at her.
They got into the truck, and shut the doors. Luckily, I had stayed far enough back in the truck that they hadn’t seen me, and I ducked down, keeping myself out of view, next to the mattress. He started the rig up, and started to back out of the driveway.
Once the truck was out on the road, my mother and her ‘friend’ continued their conversation. “All I’m saying is that you were the one who screwed up with my daughter. You should’ve used the whole bottle of poison on her pillow.”
“You don’t know what your talking about woman!” The man yelled, “So SHUT UP! I couldn’t use all of the poison on her pillow, because then it may show up after she died.”
“Well, she’s not dead, and we still don’t have the insurance money. We need that MONEY! I’ve been doing everything I can to help!” My mother was such a… well I think you know how I feel.
“Yeah, that’s a laugh” the man said, “You haven’t done a thing… the measly eight thousand dollars that you took from your daughter won’t help. We need forty thousand… FORTY THOUSAND Peggy… And you’re the one that got us involved with him.”
For a moment I stopped listening, and began thinking about what I had heard, and I became infuriated. ‘Poison on Allie’s pillow’, that would explain why she was so sick. She was sick the nights she stayed in her room, but she was fine the night after we stayed with Lacy at The Windmill Glen Inn. I wanted to go up there, and confront them, but I knew I couldn’t. I may have ended up… well… I hate to say it… but… dead.
“Look we both needed the money, so don’t blame this on me.” My mother continued.
“Well now we’re in trouble. Your daughter is in the hospital, and there’s no way we can get to her now.”
“Your lucky we weren’t arrested for you beating her like you did.” My mother said.
“I was frustrated because she wouldn’t die. We need that money NOW!” The man screamed.
My mother asked, “Do you still have the insurance papers?”
“Yeah, yeah, they’re in the back.” He snapped at her.
“And you don’t think it’s a good idea just to kill Beth?” My evil mother retorted.
“What’s wrong with you? I think all the drugs you’ve done has made you stupid. If we kill your other daughter, that would look really bad; she’d get killed right after her sister was put in the hospital.” There was a few minutes of silence between the two, and then the man continued, “But… but… if we ask Max to kill her… then we could get the insurance money, Max would get his money from that, and we could be out of town when it happened, so we wouldn’t get blamed.”
“How are we going to ask Max” my mother wined. “Did you see what he did to the front door of my house?”
“Look, if we can convince him he’s going to get his money, then I think he would be willing to listen to us. I’m sure he would rather have his money. Peggy… it’s either us or her.”
“Let’s talk to Max then.” My mother was such an evil person. I know she hated me, but how could she be saying THIS.
This was crazy. Here I was, stuck in the back of this rig, while my mother was plotting my death in the front seat with her friend. Well, at least I finally found out the name of the stranger who had been lurking around town.
To Be Continued…
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