By Domma Leigh<\/p>\n
(Prelude)
\n\u201cJessy, I want you to tell me the earliest memory you have.\u201d inquired the fairly good-looking doctor. Dr. Reichenbach\u2019s hair was salt and peppered but his face was youthful. She had already researched enough to estimate him in his late 50\u2019s. He wore a dark suit under his medical white coat. He sat erect in the overstuffed ebony leather chair, his hand posed with pen on the pad of paper on his lap.<\/p>\n
Her blonde hair cascaded down her body, the light danced over the smooth silkiness that landed softly on the ebony leather couch, she sat on. For a woman of Thirty-two, she still looked as she did when she was 18. Her slightly slanted jade green eyes stared holes through him. He had hit a tender spot.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d she asked in a most childish defiance.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou came to me, you wanted my help. You will have to trust me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou won\u2019t believe it,\u201d she said as her eyes roamed the small cozy office. One wall was a bookcase filled with books, a half wall of windows with vertical fabric blinds slightly open to let the a little day light in, with the desk positioned to catch the light, the wall of documents of all his degrees and behind her a black framed pencil drawing of a waterfall with a small cottage by the edge of the lake it fed.<\/p>\n
\u201cJessy, why did you pick me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you have above white house clearance and have more doctorates than any one else I checked into.\u201d She paused and lowered her head, looking at her feet \u201cbecause my daddy doesn\u2019t know you. That\u2019s why I came to see you. I love my daddy totally but there are some things a girl doesn\u2019t want her dad to know.\u201d<\/p>\n
The doctor scribbled a note on his pad, barely noticeable to most but Jessy watched his hand. She noted the ring on his perfect manicured finger and the scar above his end knuckle.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo let\u2019s began again, tell me the earliest memory you have.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jessy restrain her self as she asked, \u201cWhy is that so important? Can\u2019t we start somewhere else?\u201d<\/p>\n
Putting down his pen, he stippled his fingers as he pushed the air as he spoke softly, \u201cAlright, you can tell me when you are ready. So why do you, still call your father daddy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her soft blush lips turn slightly up into a half smile, \u201cBecause he isn\u2019t my father, but he is sort of cause of our genes but I wasn\u2019t always who I am, but I was someone else before they picked me up but that person is not who I am.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWould you mind explaining that to me? That was a little confusing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo is my life\u201d she sighed. \u201dI guess you get your wish but you\u2019re not going to believe it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTry me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember our blue eyes and our golden locks of curly blonde hair. It was like looking into a mirror. In fact my father used a mirror\u2026 I\u2019m getting ahead of my self.\u201d<\/p>\n
(1)
\nThe small two-bedroom apartment was filled with new furniture and baby accessories. Everything new and fresh, everything in its place, the apartment almost looked like it was a stage set. The tiny kitchen was to the right as you entered the door with a half divided wall. The kitchen table was pushed against the wall two chairs and two high chairs sat to either side of the adult chairs.<\/p>\n
There was a living room to the left of the wall and there was a small hall at the far end. One blue couch, a marble end table and a blue recliner, a play pen, and a TV stand of course with a TV on it, a police scanner, a stereo and two guns high up on top. A desk with a computer with a landline phone, sitting on top of the glass top of the desk, sat next to the hall entry. The walls were white. The carpet was brown. Everything that they needed was there but nothing personal.<\/p>\n
Down the hall there were three doors, bedroom to both side and a bathroom at the end. This was the home of The James but not for very long. Well that was their name this month, Jeff and Jen James and twin daughter Jasmine and Jessy.<\/p>\n
Life filled the room when Jen walked in carrying the twin two year olds, Jasmine quietly cuddled in half sleep to her mother. Jessy squirming to get down till her mother yielded, releasing her to pitter-patter around the living room. Jeff followed arms loaded with grocery bags, kicking the door shut as he entered.<\/p>\n
Jen bent down to Jessy, \u201cKiss you sister night night.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNO night night, No night night,\u201d Jessy stomped her tiny foot.<\/p>\n
Jen scowled at the refusal \u201cJeff, handle her, I need to lay the baby down.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeff stopped putting the food away and went to the child picking her up and tossing her in the air. \u201cYou just think you such a big girl, but big girls have to listen to their mommy and daddy. Now if you go to bed, daddy will bring you home a present when I get back from work.\u201d Jessy could see something wrong in her daddy\u2019s face, he looked sad.<\/p>\n
Jessy whined, \u201cNo go, daddy, no go please.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jen sighed as she entered the room hearing the two. \u201cIt\u2019s your own fault, you spoiled her rotten. Now she won\u2019t do a thing I say. Take her with you. It\u2019s a quick job.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeff looked at the pouting lip of his daughter, his heart melting. \u201cThought you said you didn\u2019t want them involved in our line of work.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jen plopped down on the couch, \u201cI told you I wanted us to quit. This is no life for raising a family and we have a ton of cash stocked.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know as well as I do, there is only one way out for us and that\u2019s in a pine box. Are you sure you want that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJeff,\u201d she tilted her head to one side, \u201cWe are smarter than they are and we can hide. There are just to many mutants forming super teams for us to keep getting away with it. We have to quit, if for nothing else think of the children.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeff nodded, knowing her words fell to deaf ears. \u201cIf that\u2019s your choice I need to go.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jessy grabbed her father\u2019s leg and hung on tight, \u201cNo go, No go.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeff pried the girl from his leg lifting her to his arm. \u201cIf I let you come with me, you have to do everything I tell you, understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jessy curls bounced as she nodded her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cJen, grab Jasmine and let\u2019s go than.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told you I wasn\u2019t doing that any more and Jasmine is asleep. I don\u2019t want to wake her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf that is your final decision.\u201d He felt a moment of remorse.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know you have to do this last task or we can never be free of them. Go blow up what ever and we will start our life fresh, no more blowing up things, no more killing. Just the four us, one happy family living a normal life.\u201d Jen rose from the couch and moved up close to him, \u201cI love you, I\u2019ll be right here waiting for you and our new life together.\u201d She softly kissed him on his cheek.<\/p>\n
\u201cJen get the baby.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not leaving.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHave it your way.\u201d Jeff turned for the door with Jessy in his arm.<\/p>\n
\u201cJeff, please don\u2019t be like this, I just want us to be happy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeff said nothing as he exited the door and left the building. Carefully he strapped the toddler in one of the car seats. \u201cDon\u2019t worry Jessy, Daddy is here. Someday you will understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeff started the car and pulled away from the building. He fumbled for a key bob as he drove. He paused at the corner in deep thought and pressed the key bob. A large boom filled the air as the sky filled up with colors of orange and red. Jessy looked into the mirror and watched the apartment house explode. Her father began to cry as he turned the corner and drove away. Her tiny mind not yet mature enough to understand, wondered why her daddy was crying.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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