His mind was blank for a few minutes until he was once again with Angela. This time she was fully dressed, holding a bag full of clothes.
"Are you ready?"
"Uh hu, lets hurry. My dad should be home soon."
"Let's go then."
Angela hald his hand tightly as he lead her down the stairs. As they walked out of the front door John's car pulled in.
"Shit!" Brad cursed. There was no way they could get to Brad's car. It was too late anyway, John had seen them.
"What are you two doing?" The drunken man father asked.
It was time to face face him. "I'm taking her away from here."
"I don't want to live with you anymore."
He staggered towards them. "Is that right?" He smile widely.
"In that case I'll give you two love birds a going away present." He turned to Angela.
"I hope you like it, it used to belong to your mother." John walked into the house.
Both Brad and Angela were caught off gaurd by his reaction. They expected him to lose his temper, scream, fight... try to stop them.
"Let's just go, Angela."
She looked at him sadly. "But my Mom's thing.
"Angie, lets just go." He insisted.
"I have a bad feeling about this. Let's go while he's inside."
She reluctantly agreed, but by that time John had already stepped out of the house. He was hidin something behind his back.
"I really hope you like this." He revealed the hidden object, 'twas a gun, which he pointed straight at Brad.
"Run!" Brad screamed.
They both ran, never letting go of each other. They made their way around the house and down to the beach. John was following closely behind.
"No, daddy, please don't!!!"
Her scream rang in his ears but he kept running. Their feet squishing the wet sand.
A loud bang sounded and a sharp pained pierced Brad's back. He slowed down, his hand slipping from hers... He fell to his knees as he looked into her eyes.
"Run." He whispered.
Still looking into her violet eyes, he fell to the ground, the freezing ocean water washing over him... slowly watching the world turn dark.
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Nick gasped for air. He could feel his life fading from hin, until he opened his eyes. It took him a moment to gather his thoughts.
It didn't make any sense. The murder happened outside, his room couldn't hold the imprint... Maybe the imprint wasn't part of Brad and Angela's death... but of the events leading up to it. Joyce had practically killed herself in his parent's bedroom... maybe that room was what held the imprint.
Another loud gun shot broke his train of thought.
The first image in his head was of Charles putting a gun to his head, but it quickly dissapeared when he heard a girl scream.
He ran to the window only to witness his (Brad's) death again.
He ran down as fast as he could.
Angela was staring at Brad's lifeless body.
John seemed surprised at what he'd done. Without even glancing at Brad he pointed the gun at his daughter.
Angela started to run. "I'm sorry Brad." She said, regreting his death and the fact that she'd left him behind.
"You're not getting away!" John yelled as he ran after her. He fired.
The bullet penetrated her leg and she fell unto the sand. Soon he hoovered over her.
She deified him. "Go ahead, kill me. You'll go to jail."
He bent over to caress her cheek. "My dear little girl... Brad is going to float away in the ocean. He's going far, far away and no one will ever find him... You Angela, you're headed to the same place as Brad. Well, not exactly the same place, but it's still somewhere where no one will find you.
"Tomorrow I'll go to the police... I'll show them your dairy where it explains your plan of running away with Brad. They'll look for you but they'll never know what really happened."
She was crying out of fear and pain. "What are you waiting for? Kill me! But I can tell you that you wont get rid of me this easily... Cause I'll haunt you... as long as you live I'll haunt you."
"Goodnight." He pulled the trigger.
The first bullet was shot to her head, the next one to her heart.
He now had 2 bodies to dispose of. Angela was his first priority. He'd get rid of Brad afterwards. Angela's bloddy corpse weighed heavy on him as he carried her into the house.
Nick followed John inside.
He carried her up to her room and dropped her on the bed. He walked to the close, did something. Nick couldn't see what he was doing. But John went back to Angela and carried her to the closet.
"You know, this used to be my room when I was your age... and in here, I used to keep the things I didn't want my parents to know I had."
Nick peeked inside and he could see some sort of compartment in the wall.
"I hope you're comfortable in there." John proceeded to stuff Angela inside.
"How could he do that?" He couldn't understand how someone could do something like that to their own flesh and blood. For God's sake, that was his daughter he had killed, his own daughter that he was stuffing into that hole in the wall.
After finishing, John decided he needed a drink. He went into the kicthen to grab a beer.
Angela started screaming, at least it sounded like Angela. There was pounding as she was begging to be let out of the dark.
"Cause I'll haunt you... as long as you live I'll haunt you." Her words echoed in his head.
John in turn starting yelling at her to shut up, but she wouldn't listen. After minutes of Angela's screams he could take no more. Without even thinking, he grabbed his gun and stuck it in his mouth and shot himself.
Nick had turned away the minute the gun was fired. When he looked back everything was back in the present time.
"Angela, I've got to help Angela."
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Charles went to Nick's room. The raquet he was making was too loud.
He found Nick in the closet banging the walls with a hammer.
"What the in the blue hell are you doing?"
Nick paid no attention to his dad.
"Nick!" He shook him.
"Stop, you're destroying--"
He couldn't say more when he wsaw what Nick had uncovered... The remains of a dead body.