Maggie by Newbound Netta

Author:Newbound, Netta [Newbound, Netta]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Suspense, Mystery, thriller, Crime
Amazon: B07655TVK2
Goodreads: 60666157
Publisher: Bloodhound Books
Published: 2017-10-10T07:00:00+00:00

I couldn’t sleep, alternating between worrying about Sandy not coming back. How I would tell Claudia I’d lost her dog? And grieving for Matt. Lovely, gentle, and caring Matt. It was hard to believe I’d never see his crooked grin ever again.

At two-thirty, I trudged downstairs and unlocked the door again, certain I’d see the little mongrel curled up on the doorstep, highly embarrassed by his behaviour. But no. He wasn’t there. If I had a car, I’d have drive the streets. A couple of nights earlier, I’d have been able to call Matt, certain he’d drop everything to assist. But now, besides Rachel, who also didn’t have a car, I had nobody to turn to.

Warming a mug of milk in the microwave, I headed back up to bed. I finally managed to get a couple of hours’ sleep, but the dreams kept coming. I dreamed of a coffin with the lid partially lifted. Barely breathing, I approached it, the sound of my heartbeat thundering in my ears. I reached out, my fingertips touching the cool wood.

I paused.

Braced myself.

Pushed the lid away from me.

A cry caught in my throat as the wasted, cancer-ravaged face of my mum appeared. I wanted to run as far away as possible, but something forced me to stay. I pushed the lid further needing to see her, all of her, one last time. I’d missed her so much. The lid wouldn’t move anymore. It had snagged on something, and I couldn’t quite get to her.

“Mum! I need you, Mummy. I can’t bear my life without you. Please.” I pushed with all my might. The lid wouldn’t budge, not one inch. I was aware I was dreaming, but it was the first time I’d dreamed of her since she’d died, and I wanted to see her one last time. I was petrified of forgetting what she looked like.

I noticed a long piece of wood, the length of a baseball bat only slimmer, lying on the carpeted floor beside the table. I grabbed it, shoving it into the opening, and used my weight to prise the lid off.

It suddenly shifted and clattered to the floor on the other side of the coffin. Surprised I’d actually shifted it, I almost followed it.

Righting myself, I turned, desperate to see my lovely mother for one last time. But the image before me had changed.

Kenny sat up in the coffin and grinned at me, but it was the limp and bloody dog he held towards me that almost killed me.

I screamed and screamed. Suddenly back in my room, I tried to calm my thundering heart. “What the fuck?”

Launching myself from the bed, I raced downstairs and out the back door, desperate to see the little pooch. But the yard was still empty.

I couldn’t shake the image of Kenny grinning, but I kept repeating to myself it was just a dream. It didn’t take a psychologist to explain the reason behind it – Kenny was to blame for everything, including the missing dog.

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