Who Is Telling The truth? Part 2

Chapter 229-1

Who Is Telling The truth?

Part 2

 

Even though I was guests I helped do up the dishes, the hard way since they didn’t have a dishwasher. Which was more than fine with me, and wasn’t anything new for me to wash dishes by hand. It was different because everyone helped, well except Mr. Walters, watching him put on his coat and without saying anything as just left without telling anyone where he was going. Randy said it happened a lot. That his father seldom, stays home at night, because of his mother. I had a feeling it was more than that, which said he had lost the argument about making a marriage contract, or he wanted to get drunk.

I noticed right away how everyone’s attitude changed the moment he had left the house. It was like a heavy cloud had lifted. His Mom started to hum and tease her kids and laughed. It was like night and day. Mom whispered to Dad and he nodded and put on his coat as well but he wasn’t gone long as I overheard him that Tony and his team were following him. That he was headed to the nearest bar in town to get drunk. Dad said. “He knew shouldn’t have given him all that money.”

Mom said. “You didn’t know what kind of guy he was, he fooled me too.”

Dad said. “He fooled us all and now I have given him enough money to support his drug habit and his drinking problem.”

Randy said. “It’s not your fault Mr. Carrion, he drinks to forget how poor we are and the drugs allow him to imagine a better life he can never have. Once he gets drunk enough he’ll end up at one of his lover’s houses and he’ll be right as rain by the time church starts. Trust me he’ll…..”

There was a crash of broken glass in one of the rooms. Candus screamed. “Fire, the house is on fire, more windows started to break and the house started to fill with smoke. I pushed the panic button on my watch as is flashed. I got a big kick in the pants with adrenaline from the needle that poked me in the wrist giving me the antidote for the tranquilizer. I felt more alive than I ever had.

Randy and I ran down the stair to grab our brothers, seeing the walls were slick with some sort of liquid oil I put to my noses and said. “It smells like lighter fluid.” We ducked as the ceiling above us quickly engulfed itself with loud whoosh seeing it zig, zag as if someone had traced the lines on the ceiling forcing us down the stairs, then streaming down the walls. Our brothers were screaming for help pounding on their bedroom door. I yelled to them to back away from the door seeing that it had been locked with a paddle lock. I told them to go out the window to tell Dad the basement is almost completely on fire. Seeing every piece of furniture engulfed in flames.”

Randy nodded to me as he pointed to the fireplace seeing several bottles of lighter fluid, confirming both our fears that his father was trying to kill us. What a surprise, considering my father was always trying to kill me. We knew we didn’t have much time as our Moms were screaming to us we needed to get out, I screamed back. “Our brothers are locked in. and the basement is on fire.” I said. “We are going out the window in the boy’s room.”

She said. “Meet you boys on the other side. Please be careful.” I heard a loud crash on the other side of the boy’s bedroom as Dad told the boys to throw the mattress on the floor so they wouldn’t cut themselves.

Jason said. “Dad, Randy, and Eric are trapped and the doors locked.”

He said. “Give me a moment.” He busted more glass. Next thing I heard was Dad inside the room telling me to grab my backpack and use my knives to weaken the lock then kick the door opened.

I said. “Ok, Dad. Get the boys out. Randy; start kicking I’ll grab my backpack from the bathroom and some wet towels.” Jeff popped in telling me. “Help is on the way I’ll try to hold the fire back.”

I said. “Thanks you're little late,” he shrugged his shoulders. I tossed Randy two wet towels and told him to wrap one around his head and the other around his face to help him breathe.

He said. “Thanks, now get your butt over here and help me.”

I could hear fire engines in the distance as my Mom screaming hysterical. “My boy’s, Oh God please helps my son.” I heard a loud crash above us and the creak of the house. Jeff Screaming at me that house was coming down on top of us as he was sweating as if he was the one holding up the house. Randy kicked as I told to do it together as I had prayed most of the lock off and there wasn’t much more I could do with the house coming down on top of us. Dad was pulling using the bed frame. I said. “On the count of three. 1, 2 3.” We both kicked and Dad pulled and lock sprang off the door as Dad fell on the mattress.

Dad was the last as he helped me and Randy up as Tony and his men helped. I grabbed my backpack out of habit off the ground and ran right behind Randy barefoot in the snow only wearing a robe. Dad and they were right behind him. Dad was covered in small cuts all over his hand's arms and feet. Someone draped a warm blanket over me and Randy As we heard a loud crash watching the house engulfed in flames fall into the basement.

Mrs. Walters was crying watching everything she owned go up in flames, shouting. “He tried to kill us. My own husband tried to kill us.” Mom placed her head on her shoulder letting her cry, she too was crying as she looked at me and our family. Dad put her arm around her and Mrs. Walters.

Bishop Bradbury was talking with some of the ward members and made his way over to us. He said. “I hate to inform you, Mrs. Walters, your husband was found dead, it appears he hung himself at the bar he frequents. He left you a note that said he loved you and was sorry.”

She laughed hysterically. “Sorry, Oh God he was sorry, he just tried to kill us and you say he is sorry. I want to see his body so I can make certain he is dead.” Dad left him as Bishop Bradbury motioned him to follow him. I overheard Dad asked. “That wasn’t what the note said.”

He said. “No, but I am not going to tell her what it really said, No mother needs to hear such foul words describing what he plans to do to her on the other side. Or the fact he was a devil worshiper. There were satanic symbols drawn in his own blood inside the bathroom with several black lit candles.

“The bartender was taking a leak and found him that way. Yet the funny thing was; there was no way he could have done it by himself. There was nothing near him that he could have used to do it. I am not stupid this was to make it look like he did it. I am telling you this because of what has happened in the last few days regarding the tempt on your life and your friends and family. If I was you I double your security and don’t come out until the police catch the ones responsible.”

Dad said. “The police are not going to do anything Bishop Bradbury, trust me on that, most of them are dirty and in Mr. Tate’s pocket.”

Bishop Bradbury said. “I know, it’s just that there’s got to be someone we can trust. I am not stupid. I know that there is a strong chance that he could be working for the satanic church. I have no proof; if I did I would excommunicate him in a heartbeat.

“I believe that he is running a child sex ring around here. But every time I get closes.” He snaps his fingers; “Poof it was like everyone he talked to about it sang a different song. Without any real evidence, my hands are tied and I can’t go to the cops or have him investigated, on suspicion of committing a crime. If you know anything or hear anything that might help me, I am all ears.”

Dad said. “I’ll do some looking, but if you haven’t noticed I am freezing my assets out here in the cold and my toes are about to turn blue.”

Bishop Bradbury said. “Sorry, I am so out of sorts. I don’t even know where I am going to put them. Mrs. Walter told me to go straight to hell. I get the feeling she doesn’t like me very much. Calling me some sort of clown that belongs in the circus.”

Dad said. “Not to worry, I think I can handle an angry mother, and few unruly kids. Oh look here come’s your problem now.”

Mr. Tate quickly came busting through the line as we were standing and shivering as someone gave us few blankets to stand on and wrapping warm blankets around our feet. Since the firefighters had refused any cars in including Landan or let us leave until they had gotten each of our statements.