Hell Is Coming (The Watcher's Series Book 1) by N.P. Martin

Author:N.P. Martin [Martin, N.P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2014-10-24T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Physically speaking, I felt much better when I woke again to find I was still in the same makeshift medical room in Eva’s house. I sat up and pulled away the sheets, lifted up the hospital gown to examine my wound. A scar about six inches across was etched into the left side of my belly. No stitches. I hardly believed the wound had healed so quickly.

The memory of the last time I was awake hit me. My stomach tightened and my face hardened as I remembered screaming at Frank. Lying back in the bed, I gave myself a minute or two to consider things. Frank had all but admitted he had an affair with my mother while she was married to my father. While I hated him for what he had done, I hated my mom even more.

How could she do that to my father?

I never exactly held her up as being mother of the century before, but now she had slipped so far down in my esteem that any love I had for her was buried under so much resentment.

How could she do that to her children?

How could Frank do that to his own brother?

That would explain why Frank’s name had never been mentioned. Clearly my dad despised him for what he had done. Yet my parents had stayed together.

But why? Why didn’t my dad just throw her out? She was barely around anyway, what difference would it have made?

I could only assume that he couldn’t stop loving her. What a chump.

I got out of bed. There was a fresh set of clothes placed neatly on a chair by the side of the bed. It was the exact same outfit I had been wearing when I got stabbed, but these clothes were new.

Did Eva actually go out and buy me new clothes? Or was it Frank? Maybe his woefully inadequate way of trying to make amends.

Whatever.

I knew I couldn’t trust Frank again. Nothing he could do or say would make me feel any differently. The trouble was—and as much as I hated to admit it—I still needed him. Despite what I said, I couldn’t possibly find my brother all by myself. I still needed his help and that made me feel like I was over a barrel as far as Frank was concerned. I was trapped in that situation with him and that was all there was to it.

I dressed and took a moment to compose myself before leaving the room, made my way down the hallway, a sense of dread coming over me at the thought of even seeing Eva and Frank again. Eva sat alone in the kitchen at the scuffed wooden table, drinking coffee and reading a newspaper. There was no sign of Frank, for which I was grateful. I stood in the doorway, arms folded across my stomach as I scratched absently at one arm.

“Hello,” Eva said rising from her chair as if nothing had happened. “Sit. I’ll make you some coffee. Are you hungry yet?”

“No,” I said taking a seat at the table.

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