Chapter29

Christina especially. While growing up, I'd began to think like an adult. I had the strong feeling Christina might have answers to my father's disappearance and uncle Ken's death. I had to be careful and discrete. I would do whatever it took to know the truth. Even if I had to be friends with Sawyer and her mother . * Heather's POV: I got into my car, trying my best not to crack and cry. "You okay?" Shirley asked. "I'll be fine." "Well, okay..." I started the car and drove off. Maybe if I shopped a little, my mind would go off Sawyer and her bad habits. * Christina's POV: Sawyer reported everything Heather said to her. I was silent. "Mom?? Hello?? You're not saying anything?" she asked angrily. "What do you want me to say, Sawyer? I don't know what's come over your sister? Ever since we came to California, she's changed." Sawyer rolled her eyes. "That's all you've got to say?? Gosh!" she exclaimed angrily. "What do you want me to do exactly??" I asked, confused. "Do what you would've done if it were me!" "And what would I have done?" "You would've fired me, mom." "Sawyer, you-" She groaned. "You know what? Forget it! Heather has always been your favorite. Why am I even bothering myself?" I got angry. "Sawyer, shut up." "Mom, I've always supported you! Heather decided to love you less after that boy escaped the ranch. Because of that boy, she changed towards you. She became cold. Yet you prefer her to me?" "You're being ridiculous, Sawyer." She folded her arms and smirked. "Yeah, right." she laughed in an odd manner, "I know why you don't love me as much as Heather." "What is wrong with you??" "It is because I resemble you." was her firm reply. "Sawyer!" I yelled angrily, hitting the table hard with a hand, "ENOUGH!" she shook, " If I hear one more word..." She stared at me. "I'm- I'm sorry." "You better be. Never you speak to me that way. I love you and your sister equally! You want me to prove it?? Fine! I will! I'll suspend Heather from working for a whole month. Now get out of my office before I lose my fucking cool!" She stepped back. "Yes, mom. I'm sorry." "You better be. Now get out. Get out!" "Calm down already." she managed to grumble before leaving the office. I leaned into my chair. Sawyer was a headache. Ace's POV: ~~~~ I'm in the stable, on the floor. I'm hungry and tired. I watch the horses eat and I envy them. My throat is dry. I don't have portable water to drink. Christina's put a lock on the tap. I have no right to enter the farmhouse to drink water. No employee wants to help me. I'm cold and alone. I cry and cry for help. The pain is almost unbearable. I feel a presence hovering over me. I open my eyes, little Heather. Always so beautiful with her freckles. She has clear pity for me. She smiles a little to make me feel better. I watch her stretch out a hand to me. I look at her. She nods, encouraging me to take her hand. I reach out for her but she disappears, and Christina is in front of me. She let's out an evil laugh, mocking me. In a horrible voice, she says: "You little bastard! You are nothing! Nothing! My daughter is not your level, you ugly snout! Hahahaha! You will die!  Just like your stupid father did! You will die! I'll make sure you do!" She raises a hand to slap me. I'm afraid. I close my eyes and beg, awaiting the hard slap. But then, I feel a soft caress against my cheek. I open my eyes. My father! "Dad?" I cry, unable to believe. "Sheridan..." he calls. "Yes, dad. Help me, please." I sob. "I love you, son. Never forget that." "Dad, I miss you. Please. I'm maltreated here, please!" He holds my hand. "Everything will be alright. I  assure you. The best is yet to come." "Dad, stay with me. I know you died but please stay with me." "I love you, son. Things never seem the way they are." he starts to walk away. "Dad! Dad! Dad!" I watch him disappear in blinding light. "Nooooooo!" ~~~~ Writer's POV: Ace woke up in his own sweat. Panting and dizzy. He'd had an odd, terrible dream. A dream that had brought back all traumatising memories of his childhood. Ace looked at the time, three in the morning. Places were dark. His breathing was still raged and his heartbeat had increased. He felt pain, hatred and frustration. He got out of bed and went straight to his window to look down at the dark empty  streets. He cried. Tears rolled down his cheeks uncontrollably. He cried like he was about to lose his life. He cried and gripped his hair, pulling in agony and pain. He felt like shouting in the silence of the night. He had a pain in the chest. A burden! A revenge to accomplish. He would do it! He would! Even if he had to do things that he wasn't supposed to do. He would revenge at all costs! He would! Ace sat on the floor, his hands on his head, sobbing painfully. He missed his dad. He had to know what exactly happened. Why were his dad's fingers and clothes the only things the sheriff found? Christina! Christina was surely the one behind his father's death and her own husband's death. He had to find proof. He hated that woman. He would do anything, even become her friend, just to revenge and get what was his rightfully. Ace's POV: The Welds family was going to pay. Sawyer and her mother. Heather was still an angel to me. She had always been. I loved her. I had no choice but to love her, even if she'd forgotten me. I wasn't sure but maybe she had.