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The Salem Sisters’ – a group of powerful witches – vanquished any who stood in their way.
Chapter Three:
Discoveries of the Untruth
Discoveries of the Untruth
There’s something you have to know about Jaidon’s family. If there ever was a vote for the most dysfunctional family; Jaidon would win it ten fold. It wasn’t that they fought; because they really didn’t, it was that they had the most different personalities.
Jaidon is the most mischievous person you’ll ever meet. He’s a guy with one thousand pick up lines and not one has ever worked in his favour. Maybe it’s because he looks twelve instead of sixteen years old. Curly blonde hair and chubby baby cheeks can do that to you. His father, Wallace, is the exact opposite. He is known all over Gallagher for being serious and never late on the job. And his Mother, don’t even get me started.
Sitting at their long, expensive looking table I couldn’t help but feel the slight tension in the air. Wallace was on the phone again, his quiet hiss echoing down to the end of the table where Jaidon and I sat.
Mum was giggling with Jaidon’s mother, covering their mouths with their napkins. Sybil sat behind a vase of flowers, dragging her fork through the peas on her plate. She was still pale from his morning, her eyes growing duller with every flickering minute. I stared at her momentarily; something was definitely wrong with her.
“So what did you want to tell me?” I whispered, forcing myself to look away.
Jaidon shot me a frantic look to be quiet. Glancing upwards I realised that Wallace had stopped talking on his phone and was staring at us. I grinned at him, quickly hiding my face into my glass of coke.
“So,” he began clapping his hands together. “Are you alright, Sybil? What happened at church-” Wallace whistled low, his moustache fluttering slightly.
My sister looked up and muttered something incoherently and went back to raking her peas into a perfect circle in the middle of her plate. Wallace coughed into the palm of his hand and nodded casually.
“What about you Baylee? How is school?”
“School? Why, it’s g-great!” I smiled curtly, willing the blush away from my cheeks. That’s the problem with me. Once I start blushing, I cannot stop. And let me just tell you; I blush all the time!
Wallace smiled, “Jaidon tells me that the classes have been split up again. You and him-”
“Are still in the same class,” Jaidon interrupted, I could feel him swinging his legs under his chair; impatiently.
“That’s great.” Wallace shot Jaidon an angry look. Was he onto us? He was the head of the police department. Wallace knew things before they have even began. My hand tightened around my fork, a nervous smile spreading across my face.
Mum sighed loudly, breaking the awkward silence. “So, how has work been, Wallace?”
Wallace turned his attention away from us and onto my mother. He blinked registering what she said, before replying. “Same as it always is.”
“What about that murder?” my mother pushed, her concern getting the better of her. Wallace suddenly spluttered into his drink sending water spraying over the potato salad. That scratches out seconds.
“The murder case? Why, Vivienne, that’s confidential.”
Mum’s cheek sparked momentarily before dying back to their normal rogue colour.
“Well – what about this new person you’re training?” Mum said, trying to make up for her blunder.
“It’s going fine.” Wallace’s phone suddenly went off, his hand snaking out from under the table to claim it. Lifting open the top, he excused himself and abandoned into the foyer.
Jaidon kicked me in the shin; I grinded my back teeth together trying not to let out a word of pain.
“Mum, can we go play?” Jaidon asked, getting up from his chair. I followed his lead, looking mournfully at what was left of my meal.
“I don’t see why not. Sybil, would you like to accompany them?” Jaidon’s mother replied.
Sybil shook her head, her blonde locks jumping around her face. Mum placed her arm around my sister’s shoulders and kissed her forehead. Rolling my eyes, I couldn’t help but feel the small spark of jealousy. Jaidon grabbed onto my elbow and began to pull me the opposite way his Father had gone.
“Alright, so we have only a little while till Dad goes to his office.” Sliding through the door, we hurried down the hall way heading towards the long winding steps. This was the exact reason why Jaidon was one of the richest people in Gallagher. His fancy pansy house was probably the best architectural eye sore for miles. It was the only place that looked modern.
“And if he comes back?” We stopped at the bottom of the stairs leading up to his office. Jaidon slid his finger across his neck rolling his eyes back into his head. I cringed in disgust but giggled anyway.
“You know Mr. and Mrs. Maher’s death?” Jaidon began, mounting the stairs. I followed after him slowly, one plus one beginning to churn around my mind.
“Jaidon, you don’t mean we’re going to break into your father’s office to look at that?”
Jaidon shook his head, “No! Something weird has been happening. Dad hasn’t been home in the last three days so I started getting suspicious.” Opening the door to the office, I looked over my shoulder and slid in, the smell of paper hit me in a strong wave.
“Going through his files, I found something very interesting.”
The door slammed shut sending me whirling around in fear. Jaidon got on all fours, lifting up the Persian rug covering the timber floors. He pulled out pictures and a page ripped messily from a note pad.
“What is that stuff?”
“This may sound absolutely insane, but do you remember the tales of the Blue Jay from when we were younger?” I nodded crouching down next to him. “Yeah, we were obsessed.” I didn’t want to mention that at sixteen I was still obsessed.
“Well you’ll never guess what…but he is real. He was the one that killed those people.”
I blinked at Jaidon as if he had not only grown two heads but three tails, also. He grinned at me, as if expecting to me to stand and do the jig. I, of course, was not going to do the jig. One, because I did not believe a word he just said. And two; because he was absolutely insane if he thought I was going to trust that line, again.
“Very funny, but I’m not falling for that one again.”
Jaidon’s face fell. “You don’t believe me?”
“Of course not! The Blue Jay is a fictional character!”
“Here, look at the photos then!” Handing them over to me, I stared at the Polaroids. Two black carcasses were tossed messily upon each other. Looking down at the spidery writing underneath, the words; victims, was spelt in blue biro. I felt what food I had in my stomach begin to rise into my throat. Jaidon nodded, a mask of disgust covering his face.
“Who – no, what ever they are, they’re not Mr. and Mrs. Maher’s bodies.”
Tossing it in front of Jaidon, I stared at the second photo. Black liquid was used as ink across the graffiti damaged wall. Leaning in closer, I squinted to see what is said.
“The time is coming.” I read aloud, looking up at Jaidon when I was finished.
“I think its blood.”
“Blood? But it’s black!”
“Weird isn’t it.”
Flipping over to the next picture, I gasped loudly, stumbling back into Wallace’s desk. The vase began to wobble nervously, the cold water speckling over the back of my neck. Jaidon glanced at the door, his eye scanning the room carefully.
“Blue Jay,” the words came out in a hiss, my hands were shaking fearfully.
Peering in closer, I felt my mouth drop. It couldn’t be; the Blue Jay was a fairy tale that parents made up to scare children from going anywhere unattended by an adult. Jaidon dropped a large book next to me, the picture of the Blue Jay stood on the left page. Under his foot were carcases of demons that he had slayed.
I gasped, grabbing at the other picture with the dead bodies. I felt the hair on my neck stand on end.
“Demons!” I almost cried.
“That’s what I thought.” Jaidon pointed at the pictures with his little finger. “I think they’re demons and the Blue Jay had killed ‘em.”
“The police force made up those lies about Mr. and Mrs. Maher’s, then?”
“Exactly!”
“But that means that, your father, is hunting down the Blue Jay-”
Jaidon’s hand clamped over my mouth. I squirmed in his hold, elbowing him in the stomach. He hissed in my ear motioning with his head at the door. I could hear foot steps. The sound of Wallace arguing with someone on his mobile echoed in my ears.
“Just follow my lead.” Jaidon whispered urgently in my ear. Grabbing at the pictures, I followed him towards the large cupboard in the corner of the room. Wallace spent most of his time in this area so he kept most of his stuff in it. It was also the reason that Jaidon’s family was so dysfunctional. They hardly spent any time together.
Wallace’s footsteps were getting closer towards the door. His shadow visible through the gaps in the hard wood. Jumping into the cupboard, I eased it shut. Fear throbbed at my heart, sweat beginning to run down my neck. The door knob began to turn; Wallace’s voice booming in anger.
Sliding to the floor, I clutched the photos to my heart. Please God, don’t let us be caught! I could feel Jaidon sliding down next to me, pulling a heavy coat over him. I pushed myself as close as I could, daring not to move anymore.
“…I don’t care, Lee!” Wallace shouted urgently, “I need you to do that for me, okay. Those things we found, I don’t think they’re human.” Silence. “Yes, I know it’s irrational and that I’ve been listening to Percible-” I felt my breath catch in my throat. “-to long, but some part of me… Yes! I am not stupid, Lee; I know it isn’t the real Blue Jay. An imposter, what are you trying to sound like: my wife? Yes, I am aware of that consequence. Just…get in hold with Mr. and Mrs. Maher’s and make sure they never return again.”
Wallace dropped to the ground by the door, covering his hand over his eyes.
“I know that’s wrong and we could get into a lot of trouble, but it is the only option.”
I glanced at Jaidon to see him chewing nervously on his nails. Seeing my staring, he motioned with eyes to the gap in the door. Leaning forward, I felt my heart stop. We had forgotten to get the book and it was open to the Blue Jay picture.
“Yes, I am here.” Wallace’s voice came out slowly; I watched his eyes drop onto the open page. I swear I could hear ‘Lee’ – who ever he was - say; “What’s wrong?” he didn’t sound old; in fact he sounded a couple years older then me.
“I think I have a rat problem. I’ve got to go, talk to you tomorrow morning at the office.”
Jaidon’s hands clamped urgently around my forearm, his nails digging into my skin. I searched his eyes for a plan, though all I could see was fear. I began to push against the wall, as the sound of Wallace’s footsteps lead towards the cupboard. He was singing! Humming actually, though singing and humming; they both did the same thing. Grounding across my nerves, it almost sent me into tears. Almost.
He stopped in front of the door, his figure blocking out the small light that seeped into the cupboard. Wallace reached up for the handle, his hand sealing around the brass handlebar.
“Wallace!” Jaidon’s mother’s voice yelped up the stairs. Wallace froze like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Someone is here to see you! From your department.”
Wallace grumbled something. Turning his back on the cupboard he headed towards the door, scooping the book up in his hands. As the office door slammed shut, I felt my heart skip a beat. I wasn’t dead.
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