Glimpse, the Beautiful Deaths by Stephen B King

Author:Stephen B King [King, Stephen B]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781509225149
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Book 2

The Secret Room

“Beauty is only skin deep”

~Unknown

Chapter 8

Missing or Murdered?

Roxanne became my worst nightmare. It didn’t happen overnight; it was slow, almost lethargic, even. The change in her was so drawn out as to be unnoticeable. By the time I realized how bad life had become, it was too late to change. At least, I consoled myself, I had my little piece of heaven in my shed, where I could escape to.

They say life is a cascade of events; well, that is true. My cascade to an even worse life started with Dad deciding it was time to retire, and he did, despite Mum’s best efforts to stop him.

He wanted to spend time fishing and traveling, but Mum told him with Roxanne and I to look after they could not possibly leave us alone. I tried my best to get them to go, assuring them we would be fine and could house-sit for them, but naturally, anything I suggested fell on deaf ears. Roxy remained quiet, reserving her opinion; however, in the sanctity of our bed at night she asked me if Dad wasn’t too young to retire. I just kept quiet; it wasn’t worth the inevitable argument if I disagreed with her. I think it was about then I realized I was sleeping with my mother, or at least a younger facsimile of her. Scary? You bet.

Mum and Dad had kept up their yearly holidays down to Karingily, and would not take no for an answer when Roxy and I said we would stay behind. I thought it would be the ideal time for us to rediscover the joy of sex if they vacationed alone, and made the mistake of suggesting it. Probably, because of that, she folded and said yes, we should go with them. I, then, had no further choice in the matter.

I took Roxy to the Blue Lake for a swim, but she got bored quickly and couldn’t agree it was as lovely as I had assured her it would be. I kept the caves secret from her. I felt if I admitted to thinking of them as my castle as a child she would laugh at me. The days were spent in total, and absolute boredom for me. Yes, we played cards or board games at night, which I always lost, so became the butt of continual jokes. We suffered through long drives for picnic lunches to Mum’s favorite places, but I found I was like a third wheel. Mum and Roxanne excluded me, and sometimes Dad winked at me, as if he and I were privy to some great conspiracy. The only fun I had was once when Dad and I set off for Busselton to fish from the jetty. We caught a bag full of herring and several garfish, then celebrated at the pub.

It was there we watched a football game on one of the many TV screens dotted around the pub, and I spoke of my marriage woes, of how things hadn’t turned out as I had hoped they would.

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