Chapter 18: Tickle Fights & Letters
When I got back to the house, it was quiet.
I walked through and there was no one around.
I started walking towards the bedrooms and while passing Tristan’s, I heard voices.
Cracking open the door, he and Noah were playing video games and trash talking each other.
I couldn’t help but just lean against the door frame and watch.
It was such a sight to see.
That was short lived though, when I fell through the door!
I landed on the floor and they both turned at the sound.
They looked at each other and smirked.
They got up and started slowly walking towards me.
“Tristan, do you think your sister was spying on us?” Noah asked.
“Yeah, I think she was, Noah.”
“What do you think we should do about it?”
“Well, she hates being tickled...”
I was stood up by this point and as they lunged forward, I sprinted out the room.
Those little bastards!
I ran like my life depended on it and closed myself in a room.
There were no more footsteps and it was silent again.
I risked going towards the door to check if they were out there.
Turning the handle, I slowly opened it and there they were. They grabbed me and started tickling me until I couldn’t stop laughing.
After the tickle fight, we went down to dinner.
Mrs. Trenton laughed when the boys told her what they’d done.
They’re all mean, I tell you!
It had been a week since the funeral and today, I was meeting with the lawyer.
Tristan had gone back to school, Noah back to work.
I would be back later this week.
The lawyer, Mr. Thompson arrived just after 12pm.
We sat at the table and he started going through everything.
Mom had stashed away a college fund for Tristan so he could have options.
She also left the house to me to either live in or sell.
“Your mother asked me to give you these,” he handed over letters, “in an event like this.”
After he left, I read the one addressed to me.
To my baby girl,
I know you have a lot of questions.
I hope this letter answers some of them for you.
You will be reading this because the lawyer has been instructed to give it to you, in the event of my murder. Recently, I came to the realisation I was being followed. I don’t know who it was but I knew they were there. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want you to worry. I also didn’t want you to be involved because you are the only one who can take care of Tristan. You have always been amazing with him. I’ve watched you grow into a strong young woman and I know you will be a fantastic mother figure to Tris as he grows up. I have left the house in your name so you can sell it. I know you won’t want to live there after I’m gone. So sell it, use the money to find something for you and Tris. Somewhere nice. I’ve also left Tristan a college fund. You have control over it until he’s 18. I want you to live your life to the fullest baby girl. You have always taken care of everyone else and now its your turn. But you have to actually let someone in to do that. Take a risk. Love. I know you’ll be great and just know I’m going to be watching over you and Tristan. I’m so proud of you!
All my love,
I reread the letter over and over and totally lost track of time.
Tristan came home and took his stuff to his room.
I went up after him.
“Hey, how was your first day back?” I asked, walking in.
“Boring. Same old stuff, different day.”
“I have a letter for you. It’s from mom.”
I went over and put it on his bed.
He ran his finger over his name, written in her handwriting.
“I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.” I decided to leave him to it.
Walking downstairs slowly, I thought about the letter.
Mom was right. We couldn’t go back to that house.
I’d sell it as soon as possible and we would find somewhere soon so Noah could have his house back.
I felt out of place after all the information today, so I went to the kitchen and started cooking.
It was my only release.
Mom taught me and this was my way of keeping connected to her.