“I can’t believe you’re really doing this to me” I spat out.
“It’s for your own good sweetheart, you’re going to thank me later.” My dad replied, “Henry’s a very nice guy and he will help you get well quickly. I’ve known him for twenty years now and he’s more than happy to help you.”
“In his house? if you think that I’m crazy why don’t you just send me to a mental institution?”
“Red, we already talked about that, I can’t send you to a mental institution, it will affect my reputation.”
I ignored him and continued to stare out the window, I didn’t understand why I was being sent to Doctor Reed’s house... I wasn’t crazy, everything I see and the voices that I hear are real, but nobody seemed to believe me not even my own father.
Basically, I know what is going to happen in a matter of minutes to days to weeks and months. I get a vision of what is going to happen and there is no doubt in my mind that somehow I can glimpse future events.
I have other abilities as well like having a vision of a living person prior to his or her death, and I also see shadows ever since I was very young. I call them shadows because that’s the closest I can get to describing them. It’s like these things have been haunting me my entire life, but then again they just sorta become a part of my life now and to be honest I see the shadows as my protectors, almost as guardian angels, and I feel very safe knowing that they’re always around me.
“We’re here.” Turner our driver announced as the car come to a complete stop and I couldn’t help the cold feeling that crawled into my heart slowly and subconsciously, causing my heart to beat wildly in my chest.
I took a deep breath as my door opened and Turner’s hand was out in front of me to help me out of the car. I turned and looked at this house more like a mansion. The entire house was white and the front door was a light wood.
A shiver ran down my spine that had nothing to do with the cool air. Something was off about the house, something I couldn’t quite identify. And then I realized that I could smell things like medicine, disinfectant, blood, and death.
Something was wrong. Something was queerly, terribly wrong!
“I hope to see you soon Miss Red.” Turner’s voice pulled me out of my reverie, just as things were heating up in my mind making me nod and deeply breathe in and out.
“I hope so too,” I said and he smiled and headed back to the car.
“Time for you to meet the Reeds.” My dad smiled as I watched him walk to the front doors.
How was I supposed to live here for the next few months, when I felt like something was happening in this house?
Something really bad!
I quickly followed him as he confidently knocked three times on the wooden door and I felt my stomach flutter uncontrollably as I heard deep footsteps nearing.
I nervously jumped as soon as the door quickly opened, and there stood a tall man smiling at us, “Brian, always on time.” He said, his British accent melting around the words, his voice smooth and low.
My dad laughed and turned to me, “Henry, this is Red my daughter.” He introduced me.
“Hello Red, it is very nice to meet you.” He held his hand out and I shook it.
“You too,” I said and he smiled.
Henry stepped aside and stretched an arm out, “Welcome to my house.”
We stepped inside and I was immediately greeted by a huge foyer, and a pretty staircase was situated in the middle. He guided us down the decorated hallways into the living room.
“Come on, let’s sit.” He smiled at us, “My son should be here soon.”
“Your son?” My father inquired, “You mean Theodore?”
“Yes Theo, you should see him now. All grown up.” Henry smiled and took a seat in front of us.
“Oh really? How old is he now? It’s been so long since I’ve last seen him.” My dad said, as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“I know.” He stated, chuckling a bit. “He’s twenty-nine now.”
“Oh wow, time flies,” My dad said.
He started to say something else but I couldn’t hear him as I began to hear voices inside my head.
Please, not now, I thought but that only made the voices get louder and I couldn’t understand what they were saying.
My shoulders started to ache and I tilted my head so that my father and Henry won’t know something was happening to me.
Just like that, all the voices died down and I could only hear one voice that brought me comfort I didn’t understand.
“I’ve been having dreams about you for almost five years. I knew you were going to come here.” It was a young man’s voice, so soothing and confident that it made me take a deep, shaky breath and close my eyes for a second.
Look up, said another voice and automatically, my head shot up.
Standing at the door, a tall guy with dark brown hair. He had his arms crossed.
He stood there for a moment, eyes narrowed at me, before he pulled his lip up in a smirk, “I didn’t know we had guests.” He spoke in a thick British accent.
Henry turned his head and looked back, a smile was placed on his face, “Theo, come say hi to Brian, you probably don’t remember him.”
“Theo look at you.” My dad said, standing up, “I haven’t seen you since you were ten.”
He took a step forward, reaching out his hand for him to take.
“It’s nice to meet you, Sir.” Theo shot him a smile, “Is this your daughter?” He asked, glancing between me and my father.
“Yes, she is.” My dad flicked his eyes to me then smiled gently at Theo, “This is my daughter Red.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Red.” He said as he extended his hand and I hesitantly took it.
It was at this time I took a good look at him. He was a tall man, plain and simple. He had beautiful brown hair and dreamy blue eyes, a perfect complexion. He was very muscular and broad-shouldered and I also noticed the mysterious look he stared down at me with.
“Theo, Red is going to live with us for a while,” Henry said, snapping me from my thoughts. Irritated, I looked in his direction then back at his son, waiting for his reaction.
“What?” Theo asked, clearly surprised, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
Well, the man had a point.
Henry cleared his throat uncomfortably, “We’ll talk about it later.”
Then he turned to look at me, “you should go and rest.” He told me, “Son, can you show her to her room, please?”
“Second room to the left.”
He nodded slowly before turning back around to look at me, “Shall we go?”
I took a deep breath just as a shadow came to stand beside him making me frown.
Be prepared, I heard a soft whisper more inside my head than in my ear and I immediately knew it was the shadow talking to me, warning me.
It occurred to me as I stood there that I didn’t understand what was going on. I was extremely confused because I had a feeling like there was something wrong, something wrong with this house, this family. And I hated this feeling, I hated not knowing what was going on.
I had so many questions that begged a meaningful answer, but for the time being I just had to wait.
“See you later Princess.” My dad smiled at me and kissed my forehead, I forced an artificial smile back and grabbed my bag.
“I got it.” Theo smiled and took the bag from me.
I followed silently behind him, as we walked up the hardwood stairs, content just to tag along in silence.
“This is your room.” He said, stopping in front of a door.
He turned the knob of the door, leading me inside. The room was large and the walls were painted grey. The first thing I noticed was the large bed in the middle of the room it was covered with simple black and white sheets. Two nightstands sat on either side of the bed with matching lamps on top of each. There was a white wardrobe on the side of the room. It was beautiful.
“It’s amazing.” I said and turned to face Theo, who stood in the doorway with his arms crossed.
“Glad you like it.” He said picking my suitcase from the floor and walked to the bed to place it on top of it, “so, are you going to tell me why you are here?” He asked, eyeing me suspiciously.
“I don’t think so.” I kept my gaze locked on his, my face purposely as neutral as possible.
“And why not?” He asked as he stepped closer to me, his movements slow and languorous.
“I guess it would be better if Doctor Reed told you himself.” I said taking a few steps backward and trying my best to look casual about it.
I was feeling as uncomfortable as hell and I just didn’t want to talk about it. This conversation had to stop right now before I said something I knew I’d regret.
Theo raised an eyebrow in mild amusement as the corners of his mouth twisted into a slight smirk, “But what if I want to hear it from you?”
It suddenly dawned on me that he was finding the situation amusing, which made me began to feel flustered.
Lord, please give me patience before I kick his arrogant ass, I thought as I narrowed my eyes accusatorily at him, “what? What’s so amusing?”
What was wrong with him? I think I made it clear that I didn’t want to tell him, he’d think I’m crazy, just like everyone else. I tried to tell people that I could see things, but they thought I was insane. No one believed me, not even my own father, so why would it be different this time?
Besides, what was I suppose to say? “Oh it’s nothing, I just can see, hear and perceive things others can’t, so when I tried to tell people I was a psychic my very loving father thought I was crazy and decided to send me here to get help.”
Nope, not going to happen.
“Ah, don’t try to change the topic, love.”
I rolled my eyes to express my displeasure with this man’s behavior, he was really annoying, but there was something about him that was deeply unsettling, as though he had all these secrets and problems that were leaping angrily around him begging to be solved.
I just had to wait for the right time to find out.
“Don’t call me that.” I scowled and folded my arms over my chest as he chuckled, his fingers running through his messy hair.
“Alright, alright relax.” He laughed, raising his hands defensively, “I was just messing with you.”
Messing with me? seriously?
“Well, I hope you enjoy your stay here, Red.” Theo simply said as he turned around and left the room.
I need to get out of here, I thought as I watched his body move down the hallway confidently. I was scared shitless, the fact that I was trapped here with people that think-or will think- I was crazy made me feel sick to my stomach.
The air turned extremely thick and heavy in the room and I felt my head throbbing with a dull headache.
An ear-piercing scream echoed inside my head, putting all of my senses on edge, it picked up, multiplied, and I felt like I was going insane. I clenched my hand into fists and cringed my eyes shut, in desperate hope, it would stop but to no avail.
It sounded like someone was screaming inside my head. It felt like the sound was vibrating through the walls of my skull. I cannot begin to describe how excruciating the pain was, my entire head ached and my body was sore.
I opened my mouth to yell, just then, a word slipped from my mouth,