INK: Vanishing Point (Book 2) by Roccaforte Bella

Author:Roccaforte, Bella [Roccaforte, Bella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: NA, Horror, Paranormal, Paranormal Suspense, New Adult, Paranormal Romance
ISBN: 9781630683214
Published: 2014-02-07T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

Father or Son

Shay

Time lives in the anonymous darkness, neither seeming to move forward or stand still. After attempting to will myself home, or awake, I feel around the trees for some secret panel in hopes of opening a curtain or door to get out. After walking for what feels like days, hopelessness sets in. Even though I’m trapped in the Specter’s demented playground, I’ve grown used to being here. I don’t know how. The fear in me has found a quiet calm, as though it knows how useless it is. I’m not sure if it’s the eerie stillness, or exhaustion. My eyes are tired from straining in the dark. It smells like mold, sulfur and rotting death. My feet hurt from walking over the stumps and tree roots with no shoes. I’d almost forgotten the fact that I had no shoes. Almost.

I have to sit, my lids feel heavy and I can’t take one more step. My thoughts fill with the visions of the beach and Ryker’s Park, and I realize my eyes are open. It’s twisted, dirty and dark, but that’s the dock. My first inclination is to rush to it, but I decide a slow careful approach would be more prudent given my current circumstances. Each step is cautious, waiting for the boards below me to fall away dropping me into the quagmire that looks like flowing crude oil instead of water. My fists ball up tight in the tattered tails of my shirt. Eli’s shirt.

The shape of someone sitting at the end of the dock comes into focus. I start to walk partially sideways, for some reason thinking this will make me more stealthy or safe. There’s a man sitting there looking out onto the black waters. With each step, the man’s form becomes more solid. From just a few steps away I study him; he doesn’t turn toward me so I can only assume he doesn’t hear me. He is old and definitely not healthy.

To get a better look at him I crane my neck around. His face comes into view and I stumble back a step at what I’m seeing. “Oliver?”

He turns quickly at the sound of my voice. “Shay? What are you doing here?”

He has aged even from when I saw him at his funeral; but how is that possible? He pushes himself up off the dock to stand and meet me. “Oliver, the question is what are you doing here? How long have you been here?” To comfort him I wrap my arms around him.

When I pull him in tight, he sighs into my ear. “Shay.”

The feeling is a little strange; this is not the sort of intimacy I shared with Oliver. Pulling back from him, I see a sad smile on his face.

“Well if you’re here, then that means I’ve failed.” His head dips in defeat.

“Oliver, I don’t understand. What do you mean?” My confusion is starting to cloud my thoughts.

“Shay baby, it’s me Aiden.” He rests his hands on my hips and tilts his head, searching my eyes for recognition.

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