Sebastian’s Story – Part 24 – Lucas’s Demesne

Sebastian was like a tiny little Spartan because he was ready for any battle that came at him. He was having the worst time of his life, and he stood so tall and so very strong. Most adults would crumble with everything that had been happening in his young life. He had the heart and strength of a lion. He was like a veteran that had seen all the crimson bloodshed on the battlefield that was able to move on from what he saw unaffected. His mother would be proud of how he was handling all the loss and changes due to her death.

When Gammy and Finn pulled up to Sharon’s house, he was playing outside with Jenna. It startled Fiona a little bit that he was not inside of the home playing with all the Flannery chaos uprooting in their lives. Sharon was busy shoveling the little bit of snow from her walkway leading up to the porch. The pavement still had a shiny, frosty appearance to it where the shovel had scraped by. Fiona avoided it as she walked up to talk to her, as she feared she would slip.

Sharon was surprised to see Fiona so soon after Sebastian left with her, “Hey Miss Fiona! Everything okay?”

“I’m afraid not, Sharon. We are going to have to end the visit sooner than expected…” Fiona felt bad because Sharon and Jenna both had disappointing expressions across their faces. “Is Sebastian’s backpack inside?”

Sharon set her shovel down and head up to her door from the icy steps on her fence-framed porch. “C’mon in Miss Fiona! We will get that bag and get you on your way!”

Sharon was always so pleasant and courteous to Fiona and everyone she encountered. She gave a holler to the kids to follow the grown-ups into the house, and they obeyed peacefully.

“Thanks, Sharon. I’m sorry that we could not let him stay longer. I don’t want to put you in the same danger that we are in, and it’s possible with all the drama going on surrounding Davina’s death. Cole wants Sebastian.”

Fiona saw Sebastian’s backpack sitting by the door when she walked in. She picked it up and was able to certify all his belonging were already packed up. It looked to her like he dropped the bag and went to play, without any hesitation. She kept talking as she inspected the contents of the bag.

“I put some gingerbread cookies in there for him before we left the café, and there’s a few other snacks in there. I know how he likes his goodies!” Sharon said watching Fiona’s meticulous inspection of the bag.

“I appreciate you, Sharon…everything you do for us. You have become a close friend, rather than just part of the wait staff at the café. I am so sad to say that we may not see you for a bit. We are leaving, and I have no idea when we will be back. The last thing I need is Cole grabbing my sweet boy. He’s all I have left.” Fiona trailed off while ending her sentence and directed her attention to Sebastian to change the subject. Sharon realized the shift in Fiona’s mood.

“I appreciate you and that sweet little man too! Jenna will miss him, but your safety is the top priority. I will keep my eye out for you, Fiona. I love you guys!” Sharon developed a small tear in her watery eyes.

“We love you too! We’ll miss you! We will try to see you soon, okay?” Fiona leaned in to hug her easygoing friend. “You stay safe too.” The gratitude exuded from Fiona’s expression and interaction with Sharon.

As they ended their friendly embrace, Sebastian was running around the house with Jenna like a chicken with his head cut off. It was a bit of a madhouse, but the chaos didn’t faze Sharon as she got hit in the face with the ball they were playing with. Fiona stopped Sebastian as he got close to her when he was running about.

“Hey, kiddo! We got to get on the road. Are you ready for an adventure?” Her words were emphasized in an exciting way to prevent him from being worried.

“Yay! I like adventures, Gammy!” Sebastian put his backpack on and started jiggling the door handle to go outside.

“Wait a minute! Give Miss Sharon and Jenna some love before we go, silly boy!” She giggled at his excitement and brought the first smile for a while on her face.

Sebastian giggled too, whipped around to Miss Sharon, and he grabbed a big hug around her neck. Jenna awaited the end of their hug and immediately followed suit. She practically jumped on Sebastian.

“Bye Bastian…I’ll see you,” Jenna said to her blonde hair, blue-eyed best friend.

“Bye Jenna and Miss Sharon…thank you for letting me play.” He turned to Gammy and motioned for her to pick him up. “See you.”

Fiona picked up the little boy that felt like he put on ten pounds overnight, and she walked out the door to meet Finn at the unmarked cruiser. Sebastian wiggled out of her arms and ran towards Lucas.

“Lucas! We’re going on an adventure! Can you come too?” Sebastian tugged at his pant leg happily.

“Of course! I am going to lead the way! Are you good with that?” Lucas smiled down at him, lifted him up, and their eyes came together.

“Yes! That sounds good, Luke!” He fluttered over to the passenger door facing Sharon’s house and waited for Finn to open it up for him to climb inside. “Let’s go!”

Fiona buckled him into his booster seat in the car and proceeded to join him in the car, except this time she sat up front with Finn.

“Gammy needs to sit up here and watch the road for Mr. Finn, okay baby?” She looked back at him through the safety glass that separated the front from the back seat.

“Mhm. It’s okay Gammy. I got snacks. Can I eat them?” Sebastian was always so passive and easygoing. It was good he was so unaffected…for now anyway.

“Of course! Miss Sharon put some cookies and other treats in there for you on our trip.” Fiona nodded in agreement as she pointed out the perks in his bag.

Lucas pulled away, and Finn followed behind him. It was going to be about an hour’s drive to Lucas’s secret spot to hide them. Finn kept looking back in his rear-view mirror to make sure they were not being followed and to check on Sebastian in the back seat. Each time Finn looked back, Sebastian made a funny face at him to make him smile. It worked. Finn could not resist interacting with Davina’s baby boy. He felt like the long, lost uncle. He was growing so fond of Sebastian because he was so clever and resilient for such a young lad.

He looked over to Fiona, who seemed lost in thought while gazing out the window, and he looked back to the road. “You know, I think he’s a good guy. Lucas.”

Fiona came back to reality to Finn’s voice speaking, “Huh, yeah…he seems good.”

“I know you were having a hard time at first, but we had a good talk in front of the café. He loved Davina immensely. He’s hurting too.” Finn tried to win some points for the new guy. Typical guy move.

He was obviously Team Lucas, Fiona thought. She scratched her head that was smothered by a winter beanie. Her locks of hair flowed out the bottom of the beanie in loose curls. “I suppose…I just do not understand, for the life of me, why Davina would keep him as a secret from me. What else did I not know?”

She thought of all the opportunities that Davina would have had to tell her about this new love when they were telling stories between the two of them sitting at their kitchen table or while bundled up in a blanket watching movies on her day off. It would have sparked her interest, and she would have loved hearing that her daughter was in love with Lucas. The relationship with Cole had haunted her after they ran for their lives, and Fiona felt like Davina should have trusted her enough to speak of this man. This…guy… who apparently loved her sweet, dead Davina.

“It sounds like she finally found the real thing. Maybe she wanted to make sure that her divorce would go through first. I don’t know, Fi. You should talk to him. He knows a lot, and he was probably a ranking top 5 person in her life.” Finn had that caring tone in the way he talked to her about Lucas. He knew she was struggling to feel included. He couldn’t blame her for feeling left out in the cold.

“You’re probably right. I think I am just frustrated that my and Sebastian’s lives just keep getting harder behind lies and secrets. All she had to do is talk to me, for God’s sake. I should not have found out like this.” She looked back at Sebastian snacking on the cookies, smiles, and, with a whiffle that she exhausted out of her mouth, “I’ll talk to Lucas. Thank you, Finn.”

Finn gave a nod and continued driving towards their adventure behind Lucas’s black SUV, a Chevy Suburban. “Everything is going to be okay…it has to, Fiona.”

“One can hope…I just want to get wherever the hell we are going.” Fiona looked back out the cold window and held a healing crystal in her hand. She had gathered it from her purse before they left. It was Davina’s. Aventurine…to heal the mind, body, and spirit against erratic behavior. Davina had carved a wing on the surface of the stone for more protection. She said it linked her to her guardian angel. Fiona didn’t argue about it, maybe it did help her heal. Regardless, both Fiona and Davina had that erratic behavior. She wondered; would Sebastian have our temperament? She grasped the crystal tight, and she tried to relax. The reality of the situation told her that it was inevitable that they would never be able to go back to their quiet country home. They had to start over again.

Just then, Finn noticed that the SUV turned into a small drive up the way from where he was driving behind Lucas. They followed him into what would be understood as his demesne. There was a huge and beautiful yard surrounded by a gated area that led up to a big house, and there was a fountain that sat before the front veranda that held the entry to the home in a circle, paved drive.

Finn stopped his police car behind the truck, and Lucas stepped out and walked toward them waving for them to get out of the car. Fiona got out first, and she opened the back door for Sebastian. He popped out of the back seat very ecstatic and ran to Lucas.

“We’re home! Can I go to my room?” Sebastian asked Gammy while sitting in Lucas’s arms.

Fiona was put off again with shock from the question. “Can you…huh?”

Lucas noticed the defeat in Fiona’s lips as they curled up at him a bit. “Sorry, Mrs. Ridings. This all must be a lot to take in.”

She couldn’t help but snap at him, “Ya think? Didn’t you ever wonder about her family? She had me. Her family. This is too much!” She walked towards Finn, white with disbelief.

“Let’s get inside, and then I will tell you everything you want to know. Some of it will make you smile, and other things will not. Regardless, you are safe here. We are all safe here.” He motioned for Fiona to go first up to the door. “Ladies first.”

Fiona smirked at him. “Gee, thanks…” The sarcasm bit Lucas right at his throat.

Sebastian went quiet, and Finn joined him in silence. The tension between Fiona and Lucas was off the charts, and they did not want any part of it.

Finn followed behind Sebastian, “Show me around, kiddo!”

“You got it, Mr. Finn! I’ll show you how to get to your room!” Sebastian ran up the curved set of stairs on the left side of the foyer. Finn followed, and Fiona sat on the bottom stair with the grief consuming her.

“Mrs. Ridings…Fiona…come with me, and I will show you to your room too. Everything will make sense after you have a shower and some food in your stomach.” Lucas tried to show that he cared for her…even with only knowing her for a short time.

When they started walking up the right side of the curved stairs that went to the second level of the mansion, the chimes in the grandfather clock started to ring. She thought to herself, wow, it is midnight again. Fiona was exhausted. The clock reminded her of the bells that were ringing in town, but they were more peaceful and melodic.

As they reached the top of the stairs, Lucas stopped at the first door they came to on the right side. He opened the door and motioned an invite for her to walk inside. There were roses budding in a vase next to the large California King bed. The room was gorgeous, and it seemed to have all her favorites inside of it. It reminded her of her home back in Roland. Davina had to have done this for me, she thought, no one else would have known me like this. She smiled at Lucas, and he smiled back as he backed out of her bedroom suite.

He spoke softly and said, “Dinner is at 7. You will find everything you need in the wardrobe and bathroom.”

Fiona gave a kind nod to him and sat on her bed.

© E.M. Kingston – All Rights Reserved


For my new readers, this is an ongoing story. Here are the previous posts:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20

Part 21

Part 22

Part 23

Thank you to my fellow bloggers for inspiring this novel! This started from Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge (#FFFC)

xoxo, E.M.

Sebastian’s Story – Part 23 – Acceptance

­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­Fiona and Finn watched Sebastian leave with Sharon at the end of her shift, and Fiona looked back at Lucas standing behind her waving goodbye to her grandson. She still wasn’t sure how she felt about this new guy that was secretly in Davina’s introverted life. Lucas smiled at her as they heard the revelry coming from the Verve Club next door. Loud songs blared out the door of the club and sounds of dance screamed from the inside to the full street. The imagination could wander just from the sounds of the bar stools full of people, and the men flexing their chests to get the attention of the girl across the room in the club.

Finn was surveilling the area to make sure that Sebastian’s babysitter was not being followed by anyone. Sharon’s car was long gone without any stragglers. The street was busy, and a jet passed over the top of the tall, poinsettia decorated buildings downtown. It was Christmas time, and the town looked beautiful. A pedant man who looked like a decorator was pointing out the final details to be added to the building across the street from the little café, like the holly that wrapped around the street lights.

The man waved a greeting to everyone who was walking by as he completed his work of making the street beautiful. When he got close to Lucas and Fiona, he gave a friendly nod and continued working like he was hosting the celebration of the century. They enjoyed watching him work as they all stood there on the sidewalk in front of the café, Finn’s hat blew off his head. As he chased it down, Lucas felt uncomfortable around Fiona. It was a rough way to meet Davina’s mother, and he could tell that he shocked her beyond words. He also felt like his presence spoiled the mood when he showed up in the café, and it was hard for him to stand in silence on the cold sidewalk…awkward silence, at that.

“So…what now?” Lucas broke the thick air with his voice. “Where are you going to go?” He rubbed his bare hands together to warm them in the cold.

Fiona shrugged uncertainly and looked at Finn, “I really have no idea for once. We cannot go back out to the house, but I really need to grab some things that Sebastian and I will need.” She was fibbing a little bit.

“I thought you grabbed as much as you could…it’s too dangerous to go back there, Fi.” Finn pleads to Fiona to try to talk her out of going back there. “You…you and Sebastian are in danger! Flannery is not programmed to stop hunting. My guess would be that Cole intends to get Sebastian back from you and that he assigned Flannery to kill you and get his boy.”

Lucas interrupted, “I might have a perfect place for you guys to stay. It’s not here…or even in this state. It’s about 45 minutes away from here.”

“We cannot go until tomorrow. We can explore that when I pick Sebastian up tomorrow afternoon. Also, Finn and I must do something tonight and, in the morning,” She trailed back into the café to grab some coffee, leaving the men behind on the street.

“Finn, did I do something to offend her?” Lucas had a puzzled look on his face as he watched Fiona walk inside while glaring at him.

He was referring to the snubbing and the constant cold shoulder he was getting from his dead girlfriend’s mother. It gave him goosebumps along with the cold wind on this cold, winter, December night in Terre Haute. The wind bit through him, and he stuck his bare fingers into his coat pockets. It was a different kind of cold, and he wasn’t used to it. Hence the fancy big coat and the meldrop forming at the end of his nose.

“No, you just surprised her because she didn’t have any idea that you existed. Davina didn’t disclose about anyone she was seeing or otherwise. She is just in a bit of shock. Give her time. She’ll come around. It’s been a rough week for her and the kid.” Finn tried to smooth the surface of the tension from Fiona.

They were wrapping up the conversation when Fiona walked out with her steaming paper cup full of coffee. It had a safety band around the bottom to keep a person from burning their fingers by the hot beverage inside the cup. Two sugars and two creams, she tells them. She looks at Finn and Lucas chatting like they had been friends the length of their entire lives. She could hear Lucas tell him how Davina spoke of Finn often in their time together. Tears welled up in her eyes thinking of her daughter bragging about her male best friend. She was a bit intimidated by all the new things coming into her life, but her hesitation would only make life harder for her and Sebastian. She thought to herself that she could accept the help from Lucas.

Finn’s pager went off as the men were talking, and Fiona was gawking at them. As he looked at the device, Lucas noticed Fiona watching them.

“I need to go make this call. You guys can meet me at the car in the alley in the back, and I will be right there.” Finn rushed off and went back into the restaurant to use the phone.

Lucas extended his arm to Fiona, “Can I walk you back there? It’s slippery, and it’s an alley…”

She accepted his arm, wrapping her arm in his in a friendly gesture, “Thank you, Lucas. You took me by surprise. I’m sorry if I seemed rude.”

“It’s okay, Ms. Ridings…I can only imagine how stressful things are for you right now. I want to make it better for you and Sebastian. Will you let me?”

“Fiona…you can call me Fiona.” She smiled at the tall, blonde-haired man. She could imagine that Davina thought he was quite handsome. “Let’s take it a day at a time, and we’ll see how it goes.”

She accepted him in her own way. Davina would have been proud of her. The thought of her daughter smiling and interacting with this man allowed Fiona to smile as they made it to Finn’s cruiser. Lucas was not what she expected, but Davina had chosen him at the worst time in her life. That counted for something in Fiona’s book, and Sebastian seemed to adore him to the moon and back. She could picture her daughter journaling about their love in one of her hand-bound writing books. Fiona could see her daughter doodling his name on random pieces of paper while waiting on food to deliver to her customers. Fiona pictured her sweet Davina being completely happy and in love with Lucas, and it took all the bad things that had already happened to their family away at that very moment.

“Thank you, Lucas…”

“For what?” He cocked his head curiously to Fiona.

“For escorting me back here…” and then she mumbled, “and…for loving my baby girl”. She said it under her breath like a child trying to get out of trouble.

Lucas turned his head to not let her see him smile, and then he came back to her gaze, “It was my pleasure on both accounts.”

Finn interrupted the moment by rushing out the back door. “We need to get out of here, right now!” He opened the door and gave a nudge to Fiona’s arm. “Go on! We need to move fast!”

Lucas was confused and flustered by the chaos that came out with Finn from inside. “What’s going on? Do you want me to follow?”

Finn darted an emergent gaze to him, “We need to follow you! I have to get her out of here and get Sebastian from Sharon’s. After I get him, we need to follow you!”

Lucas did not waste any time, “Go get Sebastian! I will follow you, and then I will get you guys safe!” He scurried off to get into his SUV.

Fiona dashed inside the back seat, and Finn followed suit in the front seat of the cruiser. They drove away from the café as fast as they could, and they didn’t look back.

© E.M. Kingston – All Rights Reserved


For my new readers, this is an ongoing story. Here are the previous posts:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20

Part 21

Part 22

Thank you to my fellow bloggers for inspiring this novel! This started from Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge (#FFFC)

xoxo, E.M.

Sebastian’s Story – Part 22 – Aurora Mitchell

Davina’s shock was setting into her body. She couldn’t say anything else. He was done listening to anything that she had to say now anyway. She was thankful when he exited the room and left her alone. He was no longer the good man that she had known throughout high school. That boy would have never laid a single finger on her…let alone wallop her across the face the way that he did. Davina took a deep breath of relief as she heard the door slam close. He was gone for the moment. She began thinking again about the necklace and its familiarity. She was walking into Sebastian’s room when she abruptly stopped in her footsteps.

She remembered where she had seen it. She slowly took the necklace from her own pocket and examined it closely. “Oh my God…” She said in the night air of her house. Her heart raced like it was about to schism inside of her chest.

She looked closer at the charm that rested on the gold chain, and it was a hummingbird, her favorite. Finn had gotten this for her birthday, and it had the earrings to match. This was Georgia Marlow’s necklace, she thought. How did Cole get it? Why was it in his pocket? The answers to those questions made her light-headed. She just kept thinking about the things he said, and she could not shake the threat he threw out into the air about people messing with their family. I don’t know what to do, her mind was screaming inside of her head. Perhaps this was Cole’s way of flaunting that he was an awful entity in her life and that she did not want to mess with him. She realized this was his way of showing his teeth to her, like a rabid dog, and laying all the cards on the table in an intense card game. It was a game that she was done playing, and she had no desire to play it with a rabid dog either.

All she could think about was talking to Finn, but Cole would be watching her closely now. She was so stressed that she felt a crease forming on her forehead, and it triggered the pressure in the wound on her face. It still hurt like hell. There would be no forgiving him for any of this…Davina knew that for sure. She would have to be careful not to piss him off. She could only imagine it would get more critical for her, but that wasn’t the thing that scared her the most. Her mind began racing with the necklace in her hand. The shock was really setting in and causing a panic attack. She thought, what would happen when Sebastian angered him? Would he hit Sebastian? Would he kill me? Her mind was moving fast, and it was chaotic inside of her psyche. It was heralding her to understand how crucial her situation was. She needed to save her son and herself.

Cole having Georgia’s necklace could only mean one thing. He was connected to her death. He basically had told her that she was killed for messing with the family. All she could think of was Finn and the twins. I will never be able to look Finn in the eyes again, she thought, and that thought led to other thoughts about Cole and her situation with him. The necklace missing from Georgia’s neck is why the police thought that she was carjacked on her way to town. It was a gorgeous necklace with an emerald-breasted hummingbird drinking from a pink diamond. Finn had paid a good bit of money for it, and the necklace and earrings were not anywhere to be found after she perished.

Davina and Cole had been in this relationship that went on for years now, and she thought she knew everything about him. She would have never predicted the abuse of that night or any of the others. The beatings escalated after that night, and they always came when he was drinking. He was getting more sinister and more violent, and Davina’s bruises got bigger and more serious. The mistreatment got so profound that he had to start taking her to the emergency room to get treated and give bogus excuses about how she was injured.

The excuses worked for her until meeting the nurse named Aurora Mitchell. She saw through the nonsense that Davina told for reasonings to her injuries. Davina reflected for a minute while in the waiting room of the emergency department to be seen. She had been choked out by Cole with a garter belt…her garter belt…from their wedding. Her neck was covered in welts, and it was so black and blue that it looked like she had tried to hang herself from the highest tree. The injuries were too many and too often, and Aurora knew how to be discreet and find out the information that she needed to treat Davina’s wound accordingly.

The people were moving around the room in a flurry as names were being called to be examined in the back of the waiting room…behind those big electric doors. There was a kind of cohesion in the madness of the people though. “Davina Deville!” The nurse called out her name to be seen by the doctor.

Davina stood up, and she went through the door of the emergency room. She was limping and holding a scarf tight around her neck to hide the bruising from being choked. The nurse had empathetic eyes. The dark-haired nurse tried to get a wheelchair for Davina, but she wanted to walk of her own free will.

The nurse, Aurora, motioned her hand to the left, parking the chair, and directed Davina, “Right this way, Mrs. Deville. We will be going to Exam Room 5.”

Davina put her head down as she walked by the nurse’s station in the center of the room to her assessment space. “Thank you, Miss. I had a terrible fall while I was handling laundry today.”

Aurora knew it was more than that, and asked, “Do you need help? Like legal help?” She sat down beside Davina in the chair. “This is the 5th time I have seen you in a month.”

“I’m very clumsy since my pregnancy…I’m not in any trouble. I swear.” Davina tripped over her words and spoke to the nurse very fast. “We need to do X-Rays, right?”

“Yes, but I want to talk to you for a little while if that’s okay? You’re safe here…in this room with me. Can you tell me what really happened so I can treat you properly?” Nurse Aurora saw tears form in the corner of Davina’s eyes. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. I promise what you say will never leave this room without your permission.”

“It will put you in danger if I tell you what happened. Can we just go to get the X-rays?” Davina pleaded with the nice nurse to let it go, but she knew she had already said too much.

She begins looking Davina over, and she continues talking, “Do you have anyone that you want to call to sit with you while you get treatment? That neck of yours is in bad shape, and I think “the fall” has caused a splintered fracture in your shin bone. Plus, your ribs have contusions. We are going to have to admit you.”

“No, he will see anyone that comes in, and I will get in more trouble. You can stay with me though. I trust you.” Davina reached out for Aurora to hold her hand. Aurora gladly holds her hand to calm her. She could have used a big hug, but she was too sore.

After the first time, his violence got out of hand and more often. She was cheating death each time he got done beating her. He had broken her arm, ribs, and wrist, along with giving her a handful of concussions throughout the past year, and Aurora had seen every single one of those injuries. She had a thick medical record of “falls”, and the kind nurse that always treated Davina had a hard time not reporting them.

Davina lived by putting on a brave face and pretending it never happened most times. She was the prototype of an abused woman…something she never thought she would ever think would happen to her. The abuse elevated like a plane taking flight into the sky. It escalated and escalated, and her medical visits got closer and closer together. Each attack was more brutal than the one before it. After every incident, the thought of getting away and fleeing the plethora of harm that she was enduring did cross her mind, but she couldn’t leave. Instead, she began wearing oversized shades and long-sleeved shirts and blouses to hide the bumps and bruises. Cole would cut off her casts and take the walking canes that were to help her recover from his assaults. He did everything in his power to keep his little secret that he was a vicious piece of shit. It was like wearing a mask every time she left the house.

“Davina, do take off those dreadful sunglasses and join us at the table,” Megan exclaimed, “Why must you always wear those in the house? We are not in Hollywood for Pete’s sake.”

“I’m sorry. The eye doctor dilated my pupils, and the light hurts. Would it be okay to just keep them on? My eyes are very sensitive right now.” She looked over to Cole as she lied to her mother-in-law, and he smiled at how good she lied. He lounged back cockily in his seat. It made her sick to her stomach.

“Oh, that must be horrible for you, Davina dear. Whatever makes you feel comfortable then… I suppose.” Megan was sarcastic, of course. She busy-bodied away from the couple into the kitchen as she finished patronizing Davina. “Cole, come help me in the kitchen. You can grab the sweet potato pie. Plus, I need you to grab the fine dinnerware. Chop! Chop!” She clapped her hands together to make him move faster.

He got up from his chair, smirking back at Davina as he exited the room. He enjoyed her torture like it was some kind of Hedonistic feeling to see her writhe with discomfort around him and his family. Chills ran down her spines so hard that it felt like frost on her back, and she was happy to see him depart her view. She had completely withdrawn from the relationship after the countless times that he had hit her in the past year. Part of her life consisted of hiding the abuse from the ones that loved her the most, and the other part of her life was being a mom to Sebastian. The latter being the most important.

Her seclusion became a mask to protect the ones that she loved. The problem with a mask is that sometimes you forget how to take it off. Anyone who loved Davina had become a target and their lives were in danger if they intervened in Cole’s business within his relationship. He warned her constantly that the ones she loved could easily disappear. So, to save them from her monstrosity of a partner, Davina had become accustomed to hiding herself from others, and no one really knew that there was a problem in the relationship because of her seclusion. Everyone thought it was a choice by her to stay away and be antisocial. They did not realize that it was because her marriage and life was a huge malfunction altogether, but her friends should have known…

“Davina, are you mad at me or something?” Brooke had asked her over a telephone call a few weeks after the attacks started.

“No, why would I be?” Davina answered, but she was defensive. “You’ve done nothing to me…”

“Well, I never see you anymore, and Finn and I were wanting to know if you and Cole and little man would want to come over for dinner this weekend. Finn is off for Thanksgiving break at school, and we thought it would be nice to gather over at Georgia’s house for a nice dinner like we all used to.” Brooke plead her case, but Davina was still very standoffish.

“No, Cole has me helping Megan with a few things. I will have to talk to him, but I am pretty sure we are going to be working. He mentioned his mother having a large gathering, and I was expected to be there.” Davina was glad that this time she would not have to hide bruises and cuts and bumps. She had been on her best behavior.

“The invitation stands indefinitely. I would love to see you. Maybe you could slip away while you guys are over across the street. Finn is really having a hard time since losing Georgia.”

She took the hummingbird of the necklace she was forced to wear in her fingertips, running her fingers along the stones, “Maybe another time, okay?” Davina hung up the phone on her best friend. All the lying and deception were beginning to drain Davina’s spirit.

It had been two years since Cole started beating the life out of Davina, and the only person who had an inkling of an idea was the ER nurse who treated her each time she came in. Her own mother, Fiona, did not know anything about the abuse, but she would soon.

© E.M. Kingston – All Rights Reserved


For my new readers, this is an ongoing story. Here are the previous posts:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20

Part 21

The bolded and hyperlinked words in the story were using word challenges from the Daily Spur, Fandango’s One-Word Challenge, Ragtag Daily Prompt, Word of the Day Challenge, My Vivid Blog, Your Daily Word Prompt, E.M.’s Random Word Prompt, MLMM’s Wordle, and Three Things Challenge. This story started from a flash fiction prompt from Fandango.

xoxo, E.M.

Sebastian’s Story – Part 21 – The Necklace

Cole’s pocket was deep in his cargo pants, and Davina reached in and felt around. Her soul was starting to immolate as she demeaned herself by digging in this man’s pocket and doing as he told her to…like she was a child. He was her master, and this was not what she signed up for when she signed that marriage license. Still, she kept her hand in his pocket and dug for the supposed treasure awaiting her. At the very bottom of his front, she felt a chain and grabbed it with her fingers. She cupped it in her hand as she pulled it out. She didn’t want to open her hand. She felt like he was bribing her after treating her so badly, and she honestly did not want anything he had to offer her anymore…including his love.

“Open your hand and look…go ahead.” He was excited and joking around like a jester, and she wasn’t feeling this little game he was playing with her.

She was flippant in her actions towards him, and her face was so serious as she looked up to him and rolled her eyes. Davina opened her hand and saw a gold necklace, probably over 14 karats, with a charm on it. The charm was familiar to her, and she was sure she had seen it somewhere before. Her mind was racing trying to figure out who this beautiful necklace belonged to.

“What’s this for, Cole? I’ve seen this somewhere before.” Davina allowed her eyes to cast a glare in his direction, and she probed at him with her questions about the pocket trinket. She knew that him having this necklace in his pocket was not something that he did in his good graces. “Where did you get this?”

“Oh…you know? Flannery deals with some people for us, and he thought you would like it.” His sneer was eerie and made Davina sick to her stomach. “I just wanted you to have a reminder of what happens to people who do bad things to our family. You know…just in case you were thinking of calling someone.”

Davina remembered Flannery, and she always thought he was just a layabout since she had never seen him go to an actual job of any kind. He always had just hung around the Deville house waiting for Megan, Corbin, or Cole to beckon him somewhere. He made her skin crawl. He was the villain in her story of life, and that was a chapter in her book that she had a bad feeling about.

Davina was still searching deep inside her brain to remember where she had seen the necklace before, but his threat had sidetracked her. She did not even recognize her husband right now. He had never been violent with her before, and the guy she knew most of her teen years would have never hit her or threatened her like tonight.
“I’m not going to call anyone, Cole…I do need to get my eye checked out though. I have a terrible migraine, and I’m dizzy.” Davina held her hand to her eye to try to relieve some pressure. The room was spinning a bit. She thought to herself…concussion probably.

“Take an aspirin and go to bed…you are so overdramatic.” Cole threw his hand up in the air and made Davina flinch backward away from his hand. “Oh, gimme a break…now you are going to jump every single time I move? Grow up, Davina!” He grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniel’s Whiskey off the table.

“So, this is who we are now?” Davina questioned her husband. “This is who you are…hmm?” She showed him that his haughty ways did not scare her and kept talking back to him.

She had obviously not learned her lesson on talking at him a certain way and in a certain tone, but she was true to herself. She was never one to back down to mean girls or bad people. It drove Fiona absolutely insane when Davina was growing up. The calls from the principal were common, and the teachers had gotten used to breaking up fights between her and those that would try to pick on her for being small.

He got into her face with his, “Are you sure you want to talk to me like that? Don’t push me, Davina. You’ll start ending up like your friends.”

This time she backed down and backed up away from her bully, and she was terrified of him. He followed her with steps forward matching her steps back. His face was different. His eyes were darker. She did not know this man…this dangerous man. He looked down at the necklace in her hand and laughed. “Ask around…you’ll find out whose neck that came off of.”

He continued his evil laugh as he turned his back, grabbed a beer from the refrigerator,  and walked away from her into the garage. The door slammed behind him, and Davina jumped once more. Unfortunately, it would not be the last time.


For my new readers, this is an ongoing story. Here are the previous posts:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20

The bolded and hyperlinked words in the story were using word challenges from the Daily Spur, Fandango’s One-Word Challenge, Ragtag Daily Prompt, Word of the Day Challenge, My Vivid Blog, Your Daily Word Prompt, and Three Things Challenge. This story started from a flash fiction prompt from Fandango.

xoxo, E.M.

© E.M. Kingston – All Rights Reserved.

Sebastian’s Story – Part 18 – The First Punch

Davina was folding clothes and watching her usual tv sitcoms when the breaking news came across her television about Megan’s arrest. She was folding her turquoise cashmere sweater while sitting on her couch while producing a stack of folded clothes on the oak coffee table. She had her favorite sweater up to her face, snuggling her nose against its soft texture until the story came on. When the words left the news anchor’s mouth, she dropped the sweater onto the table and ran into the kitchen to grab the phone. She thought I need to call Brooke.

She dialed the phone, but there was a busy tone ringing back into her ears. As she hung up the phone, she was thinking that Brooke had probably gone to celebrate after hearing the news that her mom was in trouble. It was a silly thought, but it made her giggle a bit under her breath. She found it a bit funny herself that Megan got caught up, and a little humor now and then was good when it came to the Deville family.

With the afterthought of her amusement still making a smile on her face, Cole walked through the front door of their 3-story home, and the smile faded to a terrified grimace. He was a mess. He had blood on his hands, and his clothes were covered in even more blood and dirt. His hair looked like he had been through a cyclone, and he was crying.

“Cole! Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Davina ran to him with a towel from the laundry because she thought the blood on him belonged to him.

“It’s not mine, Davina…” He pushed her away. “I got into some trouble. I’m alright. Can you open the safe and put this in there?” He handed her a revolver.

“I’m not touching that thing, Cole. Jesus Christ, Cole! What did you do?” She backed away from Cole and his gun nervously.

“Take the gun, Davina! Do what I say! You are my wife, and I told you to open the safe and put this in there. Remember who the hell you are married to, Davina!” Cole shoved the gun into her hands. “And Davina, I would wipe it off if I were you…” he said as he threw her beloved cashmere sweater at her face and the bloody gun.

Davina stood there with her arms shaking and her legs feeling like wet noodles. She had never seen him so angry before, but she was never one to back down to a bully.

She speaks out saying, “I won’t. I will not do it…You should do it yourself!” She wiped the gun down to remove her prints and set it wrapped up in her sweater on the coffee table.

As she turns to walk away, he blasts her in the face with his fist. Thankfully she was agile enough to break her fall with the clutter that was resting on the coffee table from doing laundry. The shot from his clenched fist had knocked her back about two feet from the dissonance between his hand and her face. This was the first time he had ever put his hands on me, she thought, I will never forget this… She becomes hysterical, and as she begins to scream out in pain, she hears Sebastian crying in his bedroom. The ruckus must have woken him. Her thoughts wandered to her sweet little boy, and she was thinking, Shh baby boy…Mommy’s okay. Instead, she stood there waiting for Cole to release another punch from his fist. She was so scared of the trepidation building inside of herself and worrying that Cole would go after Sebastian next.

“Please Cole…stop!” She holds out a hand to keep him from charging at her face again. “Let me get cleaned up and get Sebastian. I’m sorry. I am so deeply sorry. Just please…” She pleads to him. He laughs at her.

“Shut up! I recommend you shut your mouth, and go get your kid, Davina…I’m going to take a shower, and you shouldn’t look like that when I get out.” The words “your kid” stung in her ears as much as the punch to the face. He motioned his hand around all the blood that was on her face from him striking her. “Clean you up and get this house clean. You make me sick.”

As he walked away, Davina hugged her knees into her chest and rocked there for a minute. “This is not my life”, she cried out. He was not one that was usually violent or mean, and this behavior was not something normal in the relationship. They were high school sweethearts. There had been tension before, but she didn’t understand why he would hit her after so many years of good times. He had never shown any signs of being abusive. In Davina’s eyes, he was still the same boy she had met in the back yard of her house while swinging on the tire swing that was hanging from the big maple tree. Before now, it had been easy to love him, and this incident made her wonder how long she should stay.

She scuffled to Sebastian’s room and peeked in the crack of the door. He had stopped crying and was playing with the toys in his crib. She backed away from the door and went to the spare bathroom down the hall from his room since Cole was in the master bathroom. When she got to the mirror, she could not look at her reflection right away. She could already feel the swelling in her cheek, and it was throbbing with pain.

After standing there at the sink for a short while with her hands cupping the water to splash onto her face, she tried to build up the courage to lift her head and look at herself. It was so hard for her. She was anxious and scared, and she thought that these things only happened in soap operas. She could not believe that this was happening in her marriage. What am I going to do? What am I going to tell my friends and my momma? What if he does this to our baby? I need to get away.

All these questions and thoughts filled her head as she stood there in pain, emotionally and physically. The sink was running chilly water, and the noise of the sink running was calming her, but those bothersome thoughts engulfed her essence. She could not stop crying. She needed to get her face washed, but she could not imagine what she looked like at this moment. Finally, she lifted her eyes to the mirror. She saw the reflection of a female she did not recognize in the embellished mirror that was resting above the sink, and she crumbled inside when she saw what he had done to her. The contusion on her face had formed a big ball on her cheek that was purple and red. It was bleeding and seeping fluid. This was the first time she had ever felt hopeless. She knew, at that point, that it would not be the last time. His behavior would ossify to a continuous level of fury and brutality throughout the rest of their marriage, she just had no idea those things would now be themes of their remaining connection.

She grabbed a washcloth from the cabinet beside the sink and soaked it in water, as she brought it up to her face, Cole knocked on the bathroom door. She could tell he was using the knuckle of his finger to tap lightly on the door, and she could hear his breath on the other side of the crack of the entrance to the lavatory.

“Davina, I didn’t mean to hit you. I’ve had a really bad day, and your stubbornness infuriates me sometimes…Please open the door!” His body was up against it…hovering…breathing…listening to his abused wife cry behind the splatters of water coming from the sink. “C’mon baby…don’t cry.”

“I still need a minute, Cole. Can I have a few more minutes, please?” She patted her swollen cheek with the cold towel. The blood had started to congeal atop her busted skin. It burned to the touch. Each time she put the cold, wet towel up to her face, her cheek felt like it pounded into the linen of the cloth. Nothing stopped the pain, and it didn’t help that her hands would not stop trembling to take care of her wounds.

“I’ve got something for you, Davina. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that.” Cole was leaning against the door. She could hear his body rubbing against it.

Davina closed her eyes and took a deep breath, “I’ll be right out, okay? I am trying to pull myself together.”

Cole pressed away from the door and started pacing outside it in the hallway of their home, “Sometimes you just make me so angry. I don’t like being talked to like that.”

Davina thought to herself that he was still being very selfish and mean by saying those things, “Yeah, I know. I didn’t mean to make you upset. I just did not want any part of what you got yourself into. Plausible deniability…” She tried to rationalize her actions of pissing him off to make him back away from the door.

He could tell that she was not coming out right away. “I’ll give you some time, but I have something for you when you come out, okay?”

She said to herself that he was such a narcissist. How did I get here? I cannot believe that this is now my life. The gas lighting was not working on Davina. She could see through the blinders that he was trying to instill upon her. She wanted to call her mother or Brooke. She was sure that he would not allow that…not looking like she had just been in a boxing match with Jean Claude van Damme.

She turned out the light before she opened the door, and Cole was waiting outside the door when she opened it. Great, she thought, he wants to go another round…I bet that is what he has waiting for me…

She tried to step around his as he leaned against the wall of the hallway, but he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close to him. As he did, she gasped out in fear. “Cole, I just want to sit down for a minute. Please let go.” She tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but he held her tighter.

“C’mon baby, let me apologize to you. I told you I have a present for you. Reach in my pocket, the front, over here.” He motioned his neck to the right-hand side of his body. “Go ahead. It’s for you.”

Davina felt her eyes roll a little bit from being annoyed by him not letting go of her and making her dig in his pocket like a little schoolgirl. She hoped he didn’t see her expression, and against her own wishes, she put her hand in his pocket.


For my new readers, this is an ongoing story. Here are the previous posts:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

The bolded and hyperlinked words in the story were using word challenges from the Daily Spur, Fandango’s One-Word Challenge, Ragtag Daily Prompt, Word of the Day Challenge, My Vivid Blog, Your Daily Word Prompt, Sunday Whirl Wordle, and Three Things Challenge. This story started from a flash fiction prompt from Fandango.

xoxo, E.M.

© E.M. Kingston

Sebastian’s Story – Part 14 – Scrabble Anyone?

This will be the last part that I will be publishing on WordPress, as I am entering a crime novel contest with this manuscript. I am so appreciative of the inspiration with the word prompts and challenges. Thank you to everyone who has helped me develop this story, and I hope to be publishing this book soon through the contest or otherwise. Much love to all of my fellow creators and followers for the feedback and support as I got this story to a little under 15,000 words that may change my life forever. I appreciate you all.


Fiona began collecting the empty dishes from the oak dining table as they finished eating their dinner. Their tummies were full, and Sebastian had gotten sleepy due to such a great dinner. Even Klaus had curled up under Sebastian’s chair from the overload of table scraps that his bestie had dropped for him. He was very loyal to the blonde-hair, blue-eyed boy.

“C’mon sweetie, let’s get you to bed. You’ve had quite a long day, my love.” Gammy gathered Sebastian from the table and wiped his face with a wet cloth. “Wave goodnight to Mr. Finn and thank him for playing, and I will tuck you in really tight.”

Sebastian smiled and waved to the detective, and Finn returned a goodnight wave with a wink. “Goodnight, Sebastian! I had fun playing cars and Scrabble with you. We’ll play again soon, okay?”

“Yes, be sure to keep Momma’s secrets though. Secrets save lives. Thank you, Mr. Finn.” Sebastian looked back at Finn over his grandma’s shoulder winking back at the man sitting at the kitchen table that he felt was his friend.

When Fiona got Sebastian to his room, he started his routine of pulling back the covers and putting his favorite fluffy next to his pillow.

“Mommy say that my elephant is special. I has to keeps him safe.” Sebastian tucked his stuffed animal into the covers.

“Well, your mommy was pretty smart, so she probably knew that your stuffy would keep you safe too.” Fiona’s eyes welled with tears as she spoke about Davina. “Let’s hop in bed and close those beautiful blue eyes. Tomorrow is another day.”

With the direction from Fiona, he climbed up into his bed and waited for Fiona to pull the covers up to his chin. He wore a tumultuous grin as he hugged his elephant and as Gammy tucked him in. She patted the sides around him and did a few tickles to make it fun. “Goodnight, sweet boy. Gammy loves you.”

“I loves you more Gammy. Goodnight.” Sebastian laid there with his eyes pressed shut and as tight as he could.

Fiona looked back at him as she shut out the light and headed out the door labeled with his name. “Sweet dreams, Sebastian.” She left a crack in the door as she walked out.

She thought about how sweet he looked laying there and how much he looked like Cole. Davina had always said that Sebastian looked like a twin of his father. Cole was quite attractive, and Sebastian’s looks never allowed Davina to be forgetful of that fact. Sometimes it hurt after leaving Arkansas to see Cole looking back at her through her little boy’s eyes. Cole was not always bad to her, especially in the early years of their relationship.

When she got back downstairs, Finn was examining the Scrabble board and the letters that Sebastian had used to spell the words of the secrets. He thought there could be more clues on the little letter pieces.

Fiona questioned the detective, “So, how did that go? Playing with Sebastian?”

Finn looked up from the game pieces and scratched his forehead, “I hated to infringe on the playtime he had with Davina, but it went really well. He’s a smart boy. A really smart boy…He spelled out two different phrases, and one phrase was old, and one could be new.”

He filled Fiona in on the arrangement of the letters in their game by putting them back on the board. He did it exactly as Sebastian had done it earlier. As Fiona watched, she noticed where they were being put onto the scoring markers on the board.

“Hey, Finn! Look.” Fiona pointed at the center of the board. “The center is supposed to be a pink star, not a purple circle.”

Marlow carefully examined the circle that Fiona had pointed out. It was glued onto the board.

“I see. We can use steam to get it off of there. Do you have a tea kettle?” Finn thought out loud to Fiona.

“Sure do! Let’s go to the kitchen. Bring the board.”

They both rushed off into the kitchen with the gas stove that housed the flowered kettle. The bottom was copper like a penny. Fiona leaned back against the counter and huffed out a breath. There was stormy weather growling in the kitchen window behind her, and the sound of leaves beginning to rustle in the wind could be heard through the poor weatherstripping on the window. Fiona filled the pot with water and turned the fire on.

“Now we wait…” Finn said while watching the heat flow up the sides of the kettle.

Finn reached out to her arm and patted it softly. “Mom adored you, and I hate that we both have lost the people that mean the most to us because of that damn family…I’m just furious with them!”

“I loved your mom too. She was a great friend. I miss that friendship very much.” Fiona thought about the time she and Georgia went out on a girl’s night at that moment. Georgia had to talk her into it because Fiona did not socialize a great deal. She was much happier with a book and a cup of cocoa at the end of her day rather than a night on the town kind of girl. In that split second, it was like she was standing in the doorway of past regrets that was so long ago, but it was still very fresh in her mind. I miss my old life and my friends, she thought in this short reflection back to that time.

A whistle followed by fragrant steam came flowing out of the tea kettle spout. “I think we’re good to go, Finn.” She called to him towards the back door. He had stepped outside for a cigarette in the middle of her ponder.

Finn came in smelling of cigarette smoke like he had taken some big drags on the filter with all his stress. He thought about how Sebastian had put such emphasis on that the secrets he kept could save lives. Finn, during his smoke, had wondered if that was because of Flannery and if Sebastian’s secret was told to him by Davina to save his life. Jericho Flannery was a malevolent and seedy character who did contracts with the Deville family members, and Finn could do nothing but shudder seeing his name on the game board. At one point, he and Flannery were friends because of Cole. Davina had worked with him a few times before getting away as well. She was always scared of him and his connection to Cole.

“Great…Let’s see what we have. It can’t get too damp from the vapor. I don’t know what is in there, and any writing would be destroyed if it got too wet.” Finn got to work on the Scrabble board.

Finn’s steaming skills did not fail to impress Fiona. She watched carefully as he used the steam to peel back the corner of the new piece of paper that covered the Scrabble center. Finn carefully took tweezers and eased it from the board. The back was empty, but there was a piece of black tape holding something under the piece of paper. It looked like another tiny piece of paper wrapped in a piece of plastic.

“There’s something here. It’s super small, but I think that’s the point. We need a magnifying glass. Do you have one laying around anywhere?” Finn asked as he tweezed the plastic-coated paper from the inside of the board.

“I think I have one in my sewing kit. Let me check real quick.” Fiona exited the room to the den where her sewing basket was located.

As she scavenged through her kit, she ran into the sweater she was mending for Davina. A few weeks back, Davina had come home with the arm nearly torn out of her favorite black and tan sweater. She never would admit what had happened for such a large rip, and Fiona thought now that she should have asked more questions.

“Any luck in there?” Finn hollers aloud from the kitchen.

Fiona brought herself back to the present, and she answered back as she found it in the basket with all of her sewing tools, “Yep! We got one! Here I come.”

She handed Marlow the magnifying glass and waited. He peeled off the plastic and unfolded the tiny white piece of paper. When he examined it with the magnifying glass, it read, “Safe Deposit Box #217, Davina Ridings, First National Bank, Danville, Illinois”.

The message was spectral… like it was coming from the grave that had not even been lain yet. As he read the inscription on the paper, Fiona wondered why Davina would have a safety deposit box in Illinois, and she did not understand why it would be in her maiden name. That was dangerous. Could that be how he found her again? This is why my baby is gone, Fiona thought about the perpetuity of Davina’s death. She could not erase the sadness she felt at that moment. She felt the pain obtrude into her soul from the feeling this little piece of paper put inside of her heart. In the hindsight, she remembered hoping that Davina had found some peace that she did not have when she was alive after meeting Cole, but on the other hand, she was not used to the solitude of having a dead child. She had Sebastian to take care of and that would take up some of the desolations she was feeling after seeing Davina on the stainless-steel table. She shuddered at the thought and saw it again in her mind.

“Does this make any sense to you?” Finn Marlow questioned Fiona, and Fiona returned a shrug of uncertainty.

She had no idea why Davina would need or want a safety deposit box in Illinois, and she never even knew that she had gone out of state before without her. They had never gone to Danville together, and she did not comprehend anything about this box.

“It sounds like we need to make a trip after the funeral. Do you think Sharon would be able to watch Sebastian again? We should take care of it promptly.”

“I will get in touch with her in the morning and see what she is doing Saturday. It shouldn’t be a problem. She’s been such a good friend to Davina, and she’s great with Sebastian. Sometimes I don’t know what we would have done without her.” Fiona paced the floors a little bit thinking about all of these secrets coming out. “Why didn’t she talk to me about all of this, Finn? She shouldn’t have had to face things alone and in secret.”

“Maybe she thought that telling you would put you in more danger. In the end, she was deeply intertwined in the business. She probably did not want you to worry any more than you had to.” Finn tried to reassure her, but Fiona was beside herself. He could see her pain.

“Poor Sebastian. He should not have had to carry that burden. What was she thinking?” Fiona was a bit angry and confused, and she felt like she had been betrayed.

“It was genius how she got the messages to me though. He did very well, and he’s a strong boy…he’s just like her. He knew what to say, how to place the letters, and get the help that you guys will need to survive this.” Finn walked over to Fiona and put his hands on his shoulders. “Now, let’s just see what this box holds, but first we will need to find the key.”

Sebastian walks into the kitchen holding a gold key and hands it to Finn. It read “217”.


For my new readers, this is an ongoing story. Here are the previous posts:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

The bolded and hyperlinked words in the story were using word challenges from the Daily Spur, Fandango’s One-Word Challenge, Ragtag Daily Prompt, Word of the Day Challenge, My Vivid Blog, and Your Daily Word Prompt. This story started from a flash fiction prompt from Fandango.

xoxo, E.M.

© E.M. Kingston

Sebastian’s Story – Part 12 – Megan Deville

Fiona had no desire to get to know them at first, but Corbin and Megan Deville were high society figures that were invested in many of the local events in the town in a short amount of time. The community saw them as a power couple and their children were stood on a pedestal and dubbed “good kids with a wholesome family unit.”

She remembered it was not until later that everyone in the circle and the community began seeing the avarice in their hearts. It was not always that way though. They were positive figures in the neighborhood and within the community in the beginning.  When they moved into the neighborhood, everyone liked them. They pretended to like everyone else, but it was all a ruse to hide their evildoings. As Fiona fixed dinner, she reflected on the first time she met Megan Deville.

“Hello, my new neighbor!” Megan had walked over to Fiona while she was grabbing the grocery bags from her car.

When Fiona turned around, she saw a new face standing there. The lady was a beautiful woman with auburn hair and green eyes, and she dressed like a celebrity…fancy clothes, not mom clothes. Ms. Deville was flamboyant and confident from the first moment that words were exchanged between them.

“Yeah…hi…you must be living in the Shackleford house next door.” Fiona was caught off guard with Megan’s arrival behind her. Her cheeks flushed with red from the surprise.

“Well…not a Shackleford house anymore. Megan. Megan Deville is my name. And you are?” She pressed her hand forward to shake Fiona’s hand, which was holding a packed paper bag of groceries.

“Fiona…Ridings.” Fiona paused awkwardly and continued, “Yep. That’s my name. Apologies for not making it over sooner to meet you. I have been a little under the weather.” She rolled her eyes a bit but caught herself doing it as she shuffled her groceries around.

Megan’s appearance was a little plastic. It reminded Fiona of a Barbie doll. It seemed unnatural and fake, but she tried to be nice to the new neighbor. The first impression was not a good one. Fiona just wanted to get inside and put down the heavy bags. When she saw Georgia running over from across the street, she opened up the door to her truck and placed the bags down.

Georgia Marlow lived across the street and saw her friend struggling with the groceries and ran over to help. “Fi…You should have called me. I would have sent Finn over to help with the groceries.” She smiled at Megan sarcastically and glared over to the new girl on the block. “I’m Georgia. You’re new.”

“Megan. Deville. I live next door.” She was pretentious to Georgia, and it was a tense conversation for all three ladies. “My children and I were hoping there would be other kids their age around. They had to leave all their friends behind in the move.”

Megan filled the ladies in on her kids. Corbin and Megan had six children, three boys and three girls. The oldest of the boys, Cole, was an athlete and had grown up with Finn on the football team. They were great friends. The two younger boys, Clay and Calvin, were away at boarding school most of the year, and they would only come home on a few weekends and holidays here and there. The girls, Cole’s sisters, stayed close to home, and they were guarded better than a pirate’s treasure.

“Wow, six kids…I have one. A daughter. She should be home soon.” Fiona finally set her groceries on the driver’s seat of her truck.

“Mhm. We wanted a large family because both my husband and I came from big families. How about you Georgia?” Megan fiddled with the knot on her crop top as she turned her attention to Fiona’s friend.

“Three boys…Finn and the twins.” Georgia reluctantly answered. There was something about Megan she already did not like or care for.

Megan kept talking about her offspring. “Maybe we can set up a day for most of mine to meet yours. The younger boys will be home for Thanksgiving, so that introduction will have to be delayed. The girls will be ecstatic to meet new people, and Cole is quite charming as well.”

She sounded like she was trying to solicit them to Fiona and Georgia. It was strange. It made them uncomfortable at first. Megan was not a character that they had encountered before. They were not used to dealing with a woman who would behave the way Megan did…like her children were bargaining chips in a poker game.

“Where did you say you moved from again?” Georgia asked.

“I didn’t…but since you asked, we moved here for California…the Bay Area,” Megan said with a cynical tone.

Georgia and Fiona glanced at each other and giggled a bit. Their neighborhood was middle-class income, and it was located right off the frontage road of the interstate.

Georgia inquired further by asking, “Fancy. How did you end up here?”

“Business. My husband runs a lucrative corporation. He’s an investor.” Megan was reluctant to give more information. Fiona felt like Megan was being less than forthcoming with who she was and what she did, but Georgia knew there was something wrong with this woman.

“I should get my groceries in the house before they spoil.” Fiona grabbed the bags from her truck seat again. “Georgia, can you help me? And Megan, it was nice to meet you.”

“Of course. Until next time girls…I’ll be in touch.” Megan flaunted the huge wedding ring on her finger as she waved herself on.

Georgia and Fiona grabbed up the rest of the groceries and headed into the house. “What a strange woman, and I am not sure that I even like her…,” said Georgia while glancing out the window that faced the Deville’s home.

“You got that right.” Fiona shook her head as she unpacked her food from the brown paper bags from the IGA.

The relationship between the three women grew with the intertwining of relationships between their children, but it was not something that came easily when it came to the friendship between the three different personalities of the women that raised those children. They had made somewhat of an oath between them to always stick together for the sake of the children, but as Fiona looked back, she wished she would have pushed Megan out of her life.

As Fiona dabbled around in the kitchen with food for her, Sebastian, and Finn, she thought about all the time spent together with Finn and Cole’s mothers. She was often the soft-spoken, awkward one in the circle. She had dark hair and dressed like a thrift shop on feet. She always went shopping at the second-hand store and never bought herself anything new. Nursing school was expensive.

Later, and after that first meeting, Georgia, along with Fiona and Megan, spent a lot of time at school events that they all organized together. They were all members of the Pulaski County Parent-Teacher Association. Megan was the Chairperson, of course. Georgia was the treasurer, and Fiona kept the records as the secretary of the group. Georgia and Fiona also had 9 to 5 jobs to get the bills paid along with organizing events for their children at the school. They were not in the same societal bracket as their friend, but it did not seem to matter until all the kids had graduated out of high school and PTA meetings were no longer an element of their friendship. Without that connection, the relationships dwindled between the three women, except Georgia and Fiona stayed close. They shut Megan out, and it made her furious. That’s when she started grooming Davina.

With that though giving Fiona a shudder, she called Finn and Sebastian to have some of the dinner she had tossed together. Most of the time, she would repress her memories of that terrible family, but with Davina gone, they were all coming back in full force.

“Come on boys! Grub is done.” Fiona shouted into the living room from the kitchen.

Finn was the first to the table and saw a nice spread of Italian food that Fiona had whipped up, “This looks great. Thank you!”

Behind him, Sebastian trotted sweetly to the table and hopped up into his booster seat with the help of his Gammy. Klaus always found his way under the table to catch the scraps that his friend would drop for him.

Fiona decided to ask, “How were cars and playtime?”

Sebastian smiled at Finn, and said, “Now Mr. Finn knows all the secrets.”

Fiona smiled at Finn and gave him a thankful nod, and he returned the gratitude back to her.


For my new readers, this is an ongoing story. Here are the previous posts:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

xoxo, E.M.

© E.M. Kingston

Sebastian’s Story – Part 11 – Scrabble

­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­Finn had not spent any amount of time with Sebastian after he was born because of school and pursuing his career as a detective. His mother’s untimely passing drove him to change his major from engineering to criminal justice, and he was away from Roland for quite a long while. When he graduated college and got into the police academy, everyone and everything had changed.

With the thought in the back of his mind, he chose a car that looked like his mother’s station wagon to begin playing with the blonde-haired boy.

“Good jobs, Mr. Finn!” Sebastian spoke excitedly and playfully to his new friend.

“Thank you! Do you like it?” Finn rolled the car around the homemade track that Sebastian’s momma had built him.

“Yeah…I like mine better though.” He flashed a blue truck like his Gammy’s pickup truck.

As they rolled the car and truck around the track, Finn began asking little questions to get Sebastian talking and feeling comfortable. He felt bad interrogating such a little fella, but he needed to hear those secrets.

“You and your mommy…did you play cars together?” Finn hoped he did not make Sebastian sad with his question, but he was a tough little boy.

“Mhm. She likes playing wif me.” He looked across the room to the board games. “But hers liked playing that game more.” Sebastian pointed to the box that said “Scrabble” on the side.

“Oh, I love that game too! Do you wanna play it sometime?”

Sebastian shrugged his shoulders without deciding about the word game and continued rolling his truck around the track. He got quiet and looked a bit sad. Finn figured he would have to build a little bit more trust before asking questions.

“I lost my momma too. She was my best friend. She loved your mommy and Auntie Brooke.” Finn opened up to Sebastian to relate to his pain. “I never thought I would be without my mommy, so I bet it is really hard for you too.”

“Mommy told me she may have to see Auntie one day.  My dad is bad.”

“He is, but your mommy tried very hard to protect you from him.” Finn patted Sebastian on his shoulder. “She would be very proud of how strong you are for such a young fella.” Finn smiled into the little boy’s eyes.

“Yeah, she teaches me.” The sweet boy stood up and ran over to the bookshelf with all the games as he finished speaking. “We can play this now.” He grabbed the Scrabble game.

“Sure! Whatever you want to do…I am here for you, okay?”

“I know. Mommy told me you would play with me. She showed me what to spell.” 

Finn watched as he spelled out letters inside of the board. Sebastian first spelled “C O L E.” From there, he spelled MEGAN on the E in Cole. He put AND on the A in Megan, and the little boy spelled MURDER on the M of Megan. Last, he spelled BROOKE on the E of murder. Finn’s heart dropped.

“Is that one of Mommy’s secrets?” Finn questioned what he was seeing on the board.

“Yeah, I dunno what it says though.” Sebastian pouted.

“It’s okay, Sebastian. I can understand it.”

“Wait there’s more, Mr. Finn.” He spelled out FINN MARLOW, and he then spelled IN on the N of Finn and TROUBLE from the O in Marlow. Then a new name popped up. From the F in Finn, Sebastian spelled out FLANNERY. “This one is new. She said to show you.”

“Thank you, Sebastian. You are really an amazing little person, you know that?” Finn knew the name, and he knew to be thankful to see it on the game board. Jericho Flannery was a bad person, and he was in contact with Brooke before her death.

Sebastian began picking up all the letters from the board to put them away, and he looked at Finn with a sad face, “Daddy made Mommy go, right Mr. Finn.”

“I’m not sure, but I am going to find out. We are all going to be okay.  I promise.”

Just as they finished putting away the game Fiona calls them to dinner.


For my new readers, this is an ongoing story. Here are the previous posts:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

xoxo, E.M.

© E.M. Kingston

Sebastian’s Story – Part 7

Sebastian was having the time of his life with Sharon’s daughter, Jenna.  They were just months apart in age, and he always had a great time playing with her.  He smiled when Gammy walked through the door, and he jumped up from playing cards on the floor with his friend to give Fiona the biggest hug.

“I missed you, Gammy.  Mommy home?”  He was so cheerful.

He was still hanging onto her really tight and could not see Fiona’s grimace when he asked her the one question she wanted to avoid. What will I even say to him, she thought to inside her perplexed mind.  Everything was okay yesterday, and everything felt broken today.  She had no idea what tomorrow would bring.  Last week her daughter was living and breathing by the grace of God, and now Davina was gone…never coming back.  I have no idea how to answer that question, she thought even deeper.

“Not yet, sweetheart…hopefully we will hear from someone soon,” Fiona answered regretfully.

“Okay Gammy, can I still plays with Jenna?”

“Sorry, but we have to go for now, but we will see Jenna real soon, okay?” She spoke and gathered Sebastian’s belongings as she replied. “Here now… let’s get your coat on, and I want to introduce you to a friend when we get out to the car.”

Sebastian smiled sweetly and nodded while taking Fiona’s hand in his own.  She wanted to hold his hand forever and not let go.  He skipped to the door and opened it up.  Detective Marlow was there leaned up against the unmarked police car.  Marlow smiled at Sebastian and opened the back passenger side door for the little boy and Fiona.  Fiona met Marlow with sad eyes as she ducked inside the door. 

She did not know how to tell Sebastian what was going on, and she needed to find a way to tell this boy that all he had left was her.  She could not let him see that she was hurting from her earlier visit to the morgue.  He was such a sweet child, and Fiona was glad that he did not sense any danger or despair coming from the situation that they were in. She would pray for him each time that she had to rescue him and Davina away from Cole in the early abuse.  Hell, she prayed for them both and herself.  The Deville family was sinister, and Cole was like a boogeyman to Sebastian after witnessing all the abuse of his mother and suffering some of the abuse himself.  He’d been through so much at such a young age.  Fiona always hoped it would be possible for him not to remember his father at all, but that was wishful thinking.

It had only been an hour since seeing Davina laying on the examiner’s table, and the thought was haunting in the mind of Fiona.  No one should ever have to see their baby laying on a table like that…dead and cold.  In college, she had to deal with seeing cadavers for certain classes, especially her anatomy class, and it was always such a heavy feeling in her soul.  She was not fond of working on dead flesh.  As no one would enjoy that unless they were insane or a necrophiliac.  Eww…gross, she thought as her mind wandered for that moment.  Her anatomy teacher would always meet her work with esteem and since she was top of her class, and she worked harder than most.  With Fiona being such a huge influence in Davina’s life, she had come by her work ethic honestly, and now she was just gone…no longer living…a solo body on a sterilized metal table.

Chapter 4

Sebastian sat on the seat of the police cruiser looking around curiously at all the differences between the back seat of the Corolla that Davina drove and that of Marlow’s police vehicle. He observed his surroundings in a different manner than most 3-year-olds, but on the other hand, everything was an adventure for him.  He was very advanced when it came to his intellect.  Fiona always figured that all of the reading Davina and Sebastian embarked upon on her days off contributed to his heightened level of learning.

“Hey, mister…we go see momma now?”

Detective Marlow looked at Fiona in the rear-view mirror, and he too could not find words to say to the curious boy.  He looked back at the road and continued driving for the moment.

“Umm, not yet Sebastian.  We have a few stops to make.” Marlow stated carefully.  Fiona noticed how uncomfortable he was lying to Davina’s sweet son.

“Sebastian, we may not see Mommy for a while because she is visiting Auntie Brooke…”, she spoke softly with a tear pouring out of the inside corner of her eye.

“But…Auntie Brooke is in heaven, Gammy.  Mommy went to heavens?”

The look on his face was painful to look at, and the sound of his voice brought more tears to her eyes.  His tiny heart was breaking right before Fiona’s eyes, and there was nothing she could do about it but allow him to feel his pain.  She would sell her soul for him if it would make him not experience this loss.  Then, as she cleared her thoughts, he gripped her hand tight and let out a cry that she had never heard from him before.  She unbuckled his seatbelt and pulled him onto her lap hugging him tightly as he let it all out. 

“It’s okay sweet boy…Gammy’s got you.  Gammy’s got you.”  Fiona spoke softly in his ear as she rocked him in her lap in the back of the Caprice police car.

Detective Marlow also found a tear falling down his cheek feeling the pain of a child losing his mother.  Marlow could relate to the feeling.  It’s why he pursued a career in law enforcement in the first place…his mother’s murder.  He thought on that for a second or two, and it brought back so many memories of growing up with Cole Deville.  They were best friends in high school, and their mothers were best friends as well.  He grew up knowing that Cole’s family was different, but he never thought that his mother would suffer her death due to the friendship.  He could not permit this family to get away without punishment any longer. 

He tapped his finger on the steering wheel as he drove through the first snow of the season, and the roads were getting hard to navigate.  Upon the left side of the highway, their road finally revealed itself through the hard pour of snow, and he turned in to head down to the family’s home.  It was down a long gravel lane that was hugged with ancient-looking trees.  It was a natural canopy of trees above them, and you couldn’t see through to the road once you got into the thick of them.  In the clearing, after passing the trees, was the cutest little cottage with big windows.  They were home.  No Davina. 

They could hear Klaus barking excitedly as they walked up to the door.  Marlow secured the location, and they all went inside. 

It would be a week before the city could permit the family to have the funeral because of the autopsy and the investigation, so until then they had to sit tight for a little while.  Sebastian went straight to his dog.

“Klaus, I missed you!” Sebastian said as he hugged his little dog so tight. “Mommy is in heaven with Auntie Brooke…I’ll feeds you now.”

Fiona and Detective Marlow looked at one another with sorrow, but they smiled down to see Sebastian confiding in his best friend. 

“Tomorrow’s another day…”, Fiona said to the detective.

Finn Marlow nodded in agreement, “Indeed.  I’ll put some more units around the area for protection.  I’ll keep you safe.”


For my new readers, this is an ongoing story. Here are the previous posts:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

xoxo, E.M.

©E.M. Kingston