Sebastian’s Story – Part 20 – Lucas Adams

When Finn pulled into the parking lot on the backside alley of Boo’s Crossroad Café, he turned the engine off and took a deep sigh of relief. He looked back through the security glass slider to Fiona, and she was looking at Sebastian with the weight of the world resting in the lines of her face as they sat there in the dark alley. He hated to see her feeling so heavy, and she had been like a mom to him growing up. He adored her, and Sebastian was growing on him as well. Fiona noticed Finn feeling her pain, and she gave him a sad, hopeless fake smile. She hoped her sweet grandson would not remember this phase in his life, but she also knew that was wishful thinking as she looked at their situation and the loss of Davina. Sebastian had fallen asleep during the drive on the dark road that led into town in the seat of Finn’s black police cruiser with Fiona next to him.

“We should go inside and call Jenson. He can send a team out there, but I am sure Flannery is gone by now. Did he get the key?” Finn talked to Fiona through the barrier that separated the front from the back in the police car.

“Can you grab Sebastian and carry him in? I need to see if Sharon is inside. She’ll help us.” Fiona tried to pull on the door handle to open the back door. “Oh, you’ll have to let me out.”

Finn exited the front of the car and opened Fiona’s door, and Sebastian lifted his head up from the lap of his Gammy with tired eyes, “Gammy, don’t leave me.” He gripped on tight to her leg.

“We’re all going to go inside, okay? Let’s see if we can find Sharon and use the telephone.”

Sebastian scooted to Fiona’s side of the car and reached up for Finn to pick him up. He had become particularly fond of the cool detective that played games with him and spent time with them since his momma had passed away. It had been a short time, but Sebastian knew that Finn would not let anything bad happen to him or his Gammy. As Finn picked him up, they smiled at each other, and Sebastian laid his head upon the strong shoulder of his protector.

“Thank you, Finn. He has really taken a liking to you in this short time.” Fiona brushed Sebastian’s bangs out of his eyes and kissed him on the forehead before all three of them walked in the back door at Boo’s.

“He’s a great kid. Davina would be proud of him. He’s a strong little guy, and my new best friend.” Finn patted his back as he finished putting praise on his new friend.

Sebastian lifted his head to look at Finn and kissed him on the cheek, smiled, and he said, “Thank you, Mister Finn…besides Klaus, you are my favorite.”

As they came into the dining room of the café, Sharon was standing by one of the booths taking care of a customer. She noticed Fiona and Sebastian and tossed a greeting with a hand wave and a smile.

“I’ll be right with you three. Just sit wherever you want.” She finished writing the customer’s order, put her focus on the man she didn’t know with her favorite people, and walked the order up to the grill window to give it to the cook.

They looked around for where they wanted to sit, and Finn motioned to a booth in the back of the restaurant. They did not want to draw too much attention to themselves, especially with a guy like Flannery seeking them out. They also did not want to put anyone else in danger. Since Sharon had never seen Finn before, she was eyeballing him a little bit as she walked up to the booth where they all sat down after coming in from the back alley. She had not heard about Davina’s passing yet, and Fiona knew she was going to be devastated by the unwelcome news. This loss would break their friend’s heart, and she was dreading the task of telling her. Finn figured they were safe sitting there at the café…that was his hope anyway. There was the possibility that the hitman knew of all the places they could or would go to in times of trouble, but he wasn’t sure if he knew of this spot. His mind was naturally drawn to dwell in the negative aspects of life and living, and those terrible things in the back of his mind were lingering as Sharon approached the table with glasses of ice water for the grownups and ice cream for Sebastian. It was vanilla with sprinkles, and he was ecstatic.

“Thank you, Sharon. Can I play with Jenna?” He shoved a big bite of the sweetness into his mouth and smiled big at the server that he loved so much.

“If it’s okay with momma and Miss Fiona, I am all for it!” Sharon said in the same happiness that Sebastian had about his ice cream. “Where is she anyway? Your mommy?”

Sebastian put down his spoon and pouted, and Finn and Fiona just looked at each other with pure dismay because they were going to have to break her heart with their news. She was not going to take it well, and the look on her face had already gone from a smile to a frown.

“Oh no…what’s wrong, Miss Fiona? Where’s Davina?” Tears welled up into her eyes as she saw Sebastian lose all interest in his vanilla ice cream.

“Mommy is in heaven with Auntie Brooke…she’s never coming home.” Sebastian blurted out to Sharon.

She looked at Fiona for confirmation that Davina was dead, and Fiona could only nod to her in affirmation. Even though she had never met Finn, she looked to him for an answer as well.

“I’m afraid so…” he said as he exited the booth seat so Sharon could sit for a minute. She looked as if she would collapse.

Sharon navigated her weak legs to sit down next to Fiona. She was shaking. Sebastian could not look up at her because he knew she was sad and upset from the words he spoke. He felt bad for making her upset.

“Was it the guy? The one who had been coming in here on her shifts?” Sharon questioned. She then looked at Finn, who was standing in front of the booth now, and asked, “Who are you anyway? I have never seen you with them before.”

“I’m sorry…I am Finn Marlow. I am the detective that had been helping them get away from Davina’s ex-husband and his family.” He sat down next to Sebastian on the bench across from Sharon. “What guy are we talking about though? Can you give a description of him?”

She heard a ding at the window where the cook placed an order that was ready for the customer that Sharon was servicing when they all barreled in the back door. She rushed over and grabbed it from the heated window, delivered it to the table with a bottle of ketchup and hot sauce, and went back to her seat with the family. Sharon began explaining what the man looked like and how often he frequented the café to see Davina. She described the man as tall with blonde hair. She said he dressed like he was “made of money,” and sometimes Davina would be happy to see him. Fiona and Finn both had no idea who she would have been describing. Cole had red hair like his mother, and Flannery had a darker color of brown on his head.

“Most of the time, she seemed as if she was happy to see him. He was someone from her past,” Sharon remembered, “but she never told me much about him…not even his name. She only said he was from the older days of her life.”

Fiona looked at Finn, and they were both perplexed trying to figure out who this mystery man could be. Finn probed for more answers.

“Have you seen him in here lately, like within the past 24-48 hours, when Davina was not here?”

Sharon shook her head from side-to-side to indicate that she had not seen him since Davina’s last shift. “I’m afraid not…I’m sorry. If I do, I will give him Miss Fiona’s number at the house.”

Fiona responded, “We won’t be at the house…we actually need to use the landline here for a moment if that’s okay?”

“Of course! Anything for you and Sebastian, Miss Fiona. It’s right over here.” Finn followed Sharon to the back where the back office was located. She shut the door behind herself as she walked out. Finn locked the door behind her.

As Sharon arrived back at the booth in the back corner of the restaurant, Fiona noticed she had grabbed a piece of the chocolate pie – her favorite – on a small saucer and placed it in front of Fiona. “Here ya go…it’s on the house. Chocolate pie makes everything better, or so I hope it could. How are you doing with all of this?” She looked into Fiona’s tired and worried eyes. “Would it help if I watched Sebastian for a few days?”

Sebastian popped his head up from the table where he had been laying it since he was still tired. It was late, and he was sleepy still. “Can I Gammy?”

Fiona bit her lip in hesitation, “Let’s see what Mr. Finn says when he comes back to the table, and then we can decide. Okay baby?” Sebastian nodded back to her in agreement.

“He’s always welcome. I am here for you all. You know that right?” Sharon tapped on the table with her order book. “You want some breakfast? It’s nearly morning now. I am off in an hour.”

“Sure, Sharon. We could all use some food energy…I am exhausted. Sebastian can have his little pancakes he loves with some scrambled eggs, and I will have the 2x2x2 over-medium with sourdough toast. Give Finn the same with wheat toast and sunny side up eggs.”

Sharon writes everything down, and says, “You got it! It’ll be right up!” She rushes away from the table and hangs up her order slip for the cook again.

As she is preparing the condiments and silverware for the table, the front doorbell jingles. Sharon looked over to welcome the new guest, and it was him. The blonde guy. The one that Sharon was just speaking about. He was there. Sharon motioned with her neck, pointing her head towards him, and she flashed big eyes that this was the man Davina had been meeting with to Fiona.

Fiona looked at him curiously and watched him sit down in the front of the restaurant by the window. He unbuckled his fancy coat, took it off, and laid it across the bench of the adjacent table. He noticed Fiona staring at him, and he looked back at her, noticing Sebastian with his head lying on the table. Fiona thought that the man recognized Sebastian. She was right because he walked towards her and introduced himself, “Hello, I am Lucas Adams. You must be Fiona, Davina’s mother.” He outstretched his hand to shake Fiona’s shaking hand. She hesitated to put her hand out to him, but she finally did to be polite.

Sebastian popped up his head when he heard the man’s voice, “Luke! I missed you!” He plowed out of the booth and grabbed Lucas’s leg, hugging it tightly. “Where have you been?” He was almost flying around the room from seeing Lucas. You would have thought the boy had grown wings.

“Hey buddy…I had to go back to Arkansas for a few days to do some paperwork. Is Mommy here too?”

Sebastian got sad again. “You better sit down, Lucas…” Fiona sympathized with the expression that Luke developed on his face.

“Oh no…he found her, didn’t he?” Lucas was showing signs of shock in his expression. He had a shudder in his body as he thought about what he knew about Cole and his family.

 Lucas acted like he knew the story, but Fiona did not want to give too much information. This was her first time knowing that a Lucas Adams existed, and she did not know who to trust anymore. She played dumb.

“Who? Who found her?” Fiona asked the mysterious man.

“Cole…the monster found her. I just know it. Is she okay?” Luke’s breathing was distressed, and he was in pain thinking about what could have happened to Davina. “Please…is she okay?”

“No…let’s talk about it over here, okay?” Fiona leads the man back over to his table across the room to tell him the horrific news of her daughter’s body being found in the Wabash River. He found it hard to keep his cool after finding out that the love of his life was dead.

He sat silent, and he tried to figure out why they would have her killed in such a brutal manner. His heart was broken along with Sharon who stood over the table shedding her own tears. Fiona was too split on the situation to feel empathy for Lucas.

“Now that you know that, can you tell me how you know my daughter? And, how do you know my grandson?” She was abrupt with him, but he was a mere stranger to her. Davina had never mentioned any Lucas or anyone else, and Sebastian had kept him a secret also.

“I’m…her boyfriend. Dead? Davina’s dead?” He falls back like he had been defeated in a boxing match in the booth that housed his ornate coat with the shiny buttons. “We were so close to being free of that asshole. I was working with the Marshalls in both states to get her divorce papers taken care of and get new identities for all of you. The truth is that she was the love of my life, Ms. Ridings.”

With the illegal doings of the Deville family, Davina and Fiona were both witnesses against them. The relocation to Indiana was supposed to keep them safe, but they never got their new identities. They strived to coast under the radar…or so Fiona thought. It seemed as if Davina had been doing a lot behind her back, and it made her furious. Fiona was in as much shock as he was. How did Davina hide this from her, especially with everything she had given up her life’s work to finally relocate and get far away from the Deville family? The thought of Lucas Adams and Davina sneaking around behind her back annoyed Fiona to the highest degree. Whatever they had been doing and hiding had a price, and that was the life of her daughter. Fiona felt like he was the reason for Davina’s body being a floater in the Wabash. Her face was flushed red with anger, and Finn noticed her just as soon as he came out of the office from contacting the police about Flannery’s invasion out at the farm. He rushed over, and he got between Fiona and the man that he had only seen a few times throughout the years. He figured he would partake in giving Lucas more information with Fiona, but he was a bit of a mess after hearing the news. Fiona was too mad to notice.

“Lucas, what are you doing here?” Finn looked puzzled seeing this blast from the past. “Is this because of you? What did you do?”

Fiona walked away, glaring back at the sharp-dressed man that was one of the biggest secrets that her daughter ever had. Oh, Davina…what did you do?

Fiona sat across from Sebastian as Sharon brought the food to the table, still angry and confused, and she looked into his eyes and felt better. “I love you, Sebastian…Gammy loves you so much. Eat up, and then you can go with Sharon back to her house. My decision is made.”

Sebastian smiled at Fiona with all the love possible in the world and started eating his breakfast. The morning came, and the night was gone. None of them were free from the constraints of the Deville’s wickedness.


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

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 – All Rights Reserved.

Sebastian’s Story – Part 17 – The News and Device

Brooke reached out to Finn as she stood there in her doorway. She was still shaking from the encounter with Flannery, and Finn had not seen him dash off into the alley as he was parking his car. She knew that Jericho had always been a problem because of his crush on her, but this time was different. Her mind played back how he looked standing there before her. He was always looking like he just finished a grunge rock set because his appearance was always so dirty, but the thing that scared her most was the darkness he had behind his eyes when it came to her. His eyes were green with envy against Finn being the one that she wanted to spend her life with, and he made her feel as if he were saying that he would have her no matter what she wanted. She got the impression that no one else was supposed to have her, especially Finn, if he couldn’t be with her. Her spine was tingling with fear from his visit, so when she saw Finn, she could not contain her fear when she leaped into his arms.

“Finn, I am so glad you are home.” She clung to him like she had not seen him in years, pulling him so tight against her body.

“Hey beautiful, what in the world has you so upset? I’m here now baby…You’re safe now.” He held her back as tightly as he spoke those words into her soft hair. Her heart was beating at a tempo that Finn had never heard before, and he knew she was distraught.

“Flannery was just here and followed me up to my door. He was talking crazy about wanting me and having me. He thinks that you are a problem, and he said you would get me killed. It was creepy, Finn.” She leaned her neck back to look into his eyes. Her blue-eyed gaze was full of love and caring for him, but dread hid behind her stare. “Please, can we get out of here for a little while?”

Brooke was not a stranger to feeling broken. She had felt that way all her life because of her mother’s ways of handling her and the other two girls. The difference that Finn made in her world was immeasurable. It was the only decent thing her mother had done when she forced her across the street to introduce herself to the boy. When Flannery came around, she felt that same brokenness, and today it was worse…she felt like this was her end. He made things feel final… like she was taking her last breath in his presence.

Finn ran his hand through her dark hair, and the curls hugged his fingers. “I will do anything for you, Brooke Deville. Let’s get your bag together, and we will get away for a while.”

She did not waste a single second to begin getting a packed bag. She rushed in the door, and Finn grabbed her keys out of the lock on the outside of the door. “You shouldn’t leave your keys in the door like that, babe. It’s dangerous.”

She responds to him from the next room while she’s in her closet, “I know. He snuck up behind me, and I forgot all about them. I think he’s been following me around town all day.”

Just as she finishes speaking, she found something peculiar in the back corner of her closet. “Finn, what in the world is this?” She beckoned him from the living room.

He secured the door, and he joined her in the closet. “What’s what?”

On the floor in the corner of the large walk-in closet of their house was some sort of electronics that neither of them had seen before. It had a green light on it, and other lights were flashing as they moved around and talked to one another.

“This! What is this? I’ve never seen anything like it before. Did you know this was here?” Brooke wondered.

“I have no idea, Brooke. I…I didn’t put anything like that in the closet or anywhere else. I have seen one of these before though…in Mom’s closet when I was looking for her will in the safe.” He was tripping over his words because the shock was filling his gut with dismay.

Seeing the device, he could only think about one thing. Someone had come into the house and installed that damn thing without either of their knowledge. It was scary, even for a man of law enforcement as Finn was. He had no desire to unplug it because he thought that would bring more dangerous people into their sights. He was speechless, and he was not sure what they should do about the device. If someone were listening, they would have just heard them discover the recording device, and they were already in imminent danger from finding it. He just stood there staring at the lights blinking as Brooke spoke.

Brooke talked slowly, and each time she spoke a word, the lights would light up from green to red. “Okay…that’s it. We need to get out of here.”

Finn agreed with her with a nod and began packing his bag faster. She scrambled for the rest of her clothes in the drawers, packed them up, and grabbed her jacket from the closet. Finn packed up his bag just as fast as his love did, zipped up his bag, and grabbed both bags. He set both bags by the door and made his way over to the yellow telephone that was mounted on the wall. The cord was long and tangled, so as he grabbed the earpiece from the wall unit, he had to unravel and pull at it to go around the corner into the kitchen. Brooke watched him and smirked a little watching him while he scuffled with the old phone.

“I should call and report that device to my sergeant. It will only take a moment to contact him. Okay, babe?” Finn held the telephone receiver in his hand.

Brooke nodded and waved him on to do what he needed to do. She was feeling overwhelmed and scared, so she sat down on the couch in front of the Zenith television. She turned it on to check the news while Finn made his call, and she could not believe what was on the television.

The news anchor on the TV said, “Megan Deville has been arrested in connection with a sex trafficking ring that spans over five different states. She is currently being held without bond at the Pulaski County jail. We will have more on this story tonight on the evening news.”

Brooke was so humiliated when she saw her mother’s face flash across her Zenith television. It was something that she had always worried would happen after seeing the inside circle of the business that her parents were running. She never wanted any part of it, and it disgusted her that her parents would exploit young women the way that they did. She had to accept a long time ago that her parents were monsters, and she hated them for it.

“Finn! Look whose face is on the TV!” Brooke was beside herself seeing her mother’s mug on the news. Her eyes were burning with tears from the indignity of seeing that dreadful woman that she had called her mother in a mugshot.

Finn finished up his telephone call to his sergeant just as she was beckoning him to the living room. When he saw Megan’s face sprawled across the screen, he stopped abruptly in his own tracks.

“I was afraid of this. I’m sorry, baby. The task force has been watching them for a while now. They brought me in on the case last week. I couldn’t tell you any details. I wanted to warn you that we were closing in on a conviction, but it’s work stuff, ya know?” He attempted to avouch for his part in the investigation, but he just walked up beside her and put his arm around her waist. “Don’t watch that…it will just upset you.”

“Finn, I am humiliated. Everyone knows my weirdo mother. Is Davina in trouble too?” Brooke plopped down on the couch, and she was white as a ghost from the shock she just witnessed on the midday news.

“You know I cannot tell you any details. It’s best you don’t know. It will protect you…they will probably want to talk to you at the station about your mom though.” Finn sat beside her gently. She was shaking.

“I really don’t know anything. Not anything they don’t already know, that is…I got away from Mom and Dad as soon as I could. You know that because I moved in with you and Georgia as soon as I could.” Brooke was frustrated that she was going to be bothered by her family’s crime empire. “I hate them! I wish they would have sent me to boarding school like they did with my brothers.”

He wanted to lighten the mood and playfully stated, “But then you wouldn’t have met my crazy ass…” He giggled and tickled her sides. She couldn’t help but laugh and get playful with him.

“I don’t know what I would do without you.” She remembered he was calling the station when her mother’s chaos crossed her vision. “How did things go with Sarg?”

“He’s going to send some people over. They should be here any moment.” Finn stood up from the couch and walked up to the old Zenith to shut it off. “No more news today…let’s make some lunch.”

Brooke nodded her head and followed him into the kitchen. Finn always made her feel better, and he was great at keeping her emotions at bay, especially when it came to Megan and Corbin Deville.

As they sat there eating their lunch, turkey sandwiches, and Lay’s brand potato chips, Brooke thought about all the detriment that her family brought down upon society, and when she looked at Finn, she felt so guilty. He was living life without his mother because of the hate she had for her own mother, and it was a heavy burden to carry.

She looked up at Finn as they nibbled on their food, placed her hand on his, and said, “If anything ever happens to me, please let everyone know that my family is behind it.”

“Nothing is going to happen to you, my love. I promise. I won’t let anyone get to you or hurt you. They will have to go through me to get to you.” Finn held her hand in hers as he reassured her that she would be safe with him.

It was a promise that Finn Marlow would not be able to keep, and it would eat at him just as much as the death of his mother. Georgia had taken Brooke in at 17 years old. She emancipated herself away from her controlling parents. They were furious. It was the reason Georgia met her demise at the edge of Lake Maumelle. Therefore, Brooke always claimed that Georgia’s death was her fault due to the anger they exuded towards Georgia for taking their daughter away from them…at least that is what they believed. She wasn’t wrong…at all. It got them both killed.

The doorbell rang. The forensic team had come to collect the device, and Finn left the table to let them in and assist them in collecting the device.


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

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

Sebastian’s Story – Part 15 – The Seedy Man (#WDYS 108)

This post is for Sadje’s What Do You See? I said that I wouldn’t be posting any more of my book, but I couldn’t resist any longer. Plus, I was inspired to start Brooke’s connection with Flannery on this post with the photo that Sadje provided. I put the links at the bottom for the other stories if you are new to my blog and story. Have a great day, and thank you for an awesome prompt Sadje.

Image credit: Photomix company @ Pixabay

Brooke rushed up to the front door with her keys jumbled in her fists. She was trying her hardest to get to the door before he could catch up with her. She had to sort her keys into one hand and put her groceries and the curve of her arm as she fumbled to get the key in the door. As she quickened her pace from the driveway up to the door, she realized that he had caught up with her just as she got her house key into the lock to turn it.

Her face flushed with red from the frustration, and she turned around in an about-face. Her face filled with grit as she asked the man, “What do you want?”

He stopped in his tracks behind her as she flipped her body around in anger and fear. His jaw was clenched so tight that you could hear the grit of his teeth against each other. He was so tall and sturdy that Brooke was in shock at how burley he was. She let out a mewl from the fear she was feeling from being in his close proximity. He said nothing back to her. He just stood there. Still…like a tree that was missing the wind. She kind of thought that he had been following her for days, but she did not want to seem like she was paranoid. He was the man that she had written about in her diary years ago after seeing him at the family’s house. It was Jericho Flannery, and he was nothing but bad news.

Brooke stood there for a moment feeling her body shake within itself. “Look…I don’t want any problems. Finn should be home anytime now. Please go.”

“That’s the problem.” Flannery inched closer to Brooke while speaking. His voice was as rough as his appearance.

“You’re the problem…I am not in love with you, Jericho. I love Finn, and we are going to be together. You need to accept that!” Brooke finished turning the key in her door and pushed it open.

The light from the outside shined into the entryway of her and Finn’s home, and she got one foot in the door when she felt Flannery’s hand on her shoulder. It sent chills down her spine because he was just so cold and sinister. She had always been afraid of him, and he had always looked at her like she was a piece of lunch on his plate.

“Brooke, he’s going to get you killed. I want to be with you.” The scruffy whiskers above his top lip curled up with his scour. “You’re mine, and you will always be mine.”

Brooke winced inside herself. She had never been interested in him, mostly because he was her father’s best friend and much older than she was. He was old enough to be her father, literally. She did not want to entertain any idea of being with him, nor did she want to give him any sort of confirmation that she would never be with him. He was one of those dangerous types, and she didn’t want to be the person that threw him into a rage.

“Look, Jericho…you can come in and have some coffee, but then you need to be on your way.

Jericho’s face turned away from her gaze as he heard a car approaching on the nearby street. “I better be going…see you soon, Brooke. I’ll be seeing you real soon…” He walked away from her down the sidewalk of the house and disappeared into the alley beside her house.

Brooke breathed out a gasp of air she had been holding in the entire time he was standing before her. He had always been so scary in her eyes. If only she would have known then that he had every intention of having her one way or another, she might have disappeared that day.

Just as she finished her shudder over Flannery’s visit, Finn pulled into her driveway, and Brooke felt safe again.


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

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

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 13 – Brooke Deville

The oldest sister, Brooke, was best friends with Davina through school and it continued after she married Cole until her sudden death. She was a free spirit, and the popular girl who associated with everyone, regardless of what social class that a person belonged to. She and Finn were the model high school couple, and everyone strived to find what they had. Clara and Emily were the younger two girls of the family, and Clara was the brainiac activist, while Emily was an absolute mess. Eight kids and three families were all intertwined together, but no one knew how the Devilles became the people that Finn and Davina’s families would learn to fear.

“Be a dear, Brooke…head across the street and introduce yourself to the Marlow boy,” Megan said in an order to her daughter. “He’s quite handsome, and you need to meet some new people.”

Brooke rolled her green eyes at her pushy mother and flipped her hair to show Megan that she did not appreciate her butting into her social life. “I will when I am ready. I’m not one of your sluts, Mother.  You cannot just order me to go meet boys.”

Megan’s face turned bright red with anger. “Just do it. I need to know who these people are, and you are going to take your ass over there and do what I say!”

Brooke huffed at her mother. She was only fifteen years old, and her mother was basically trying to pimp her out to the boy next door, even though it was across the street. “Whatever!” Brooke responded as she gathered up her coach purse she got for her birthday. “I really do hate you.”

She slammed the front door of the big house as she left, and Davina was in her front yard writing in a leather notebook while swinging on the porch swing. Brooke waved to her and smiled. Davina returned the smile as she looked up from her book and waved with the few fingers that were not gripping the journal.

Brooke continued walking toward the front door of the Marlow house, and Davina put down her book watching the beautiful red-haired girl. She wondered who she was and what she was doing, so she got up and followed her across the street.

“Hey, what’s up?” Davina playfully tapped upon Brooke on her shoulder, startling her a bit.

“Oh…it’s you. Hi.” Brooke’s facial expression told Davina that she was not expecting anyone to be behind her.

“I’m Davina. Your mom met my mom the other day.”

“I’m Brooke. I don’t want to be here, but my mom sent me over here. Are they nice?” Brooke was referring to the Marlow family, of course.

“Yeah, Finn is pretty cool. He’s good people. How come you are doing something you do not wanna do?” Davina probed for more information. She was a curious girl.

“She is just annoying. It’s a long story, but we don’t get along very well. I’m not what she wants me to be.” Brooke flips her red hair behind her shoulder. “Will you come up to the door with me?”

“Of course! I don’t mind. I need to talk to Finn anyway.” Davina said as she escorted the new girl to the solid red door and rang the doorbell.

The door opened with a tall, dark-haired boy standing before them. It was Finn. “Hey, Davina. Who’s this?” He looks at Brooke with a pleasant grin.

The was the first time Brooke had ever been happy about her mother meddling in her life because in her eyes he was the most handsome boy she had ever come by. His eyes were a beautiful amber color, and he was in great shape…muscles formed a six-pack along the waist of his pants. They were just kids, but she felt like she had just met her forever when he opened the door.

Davina giggled to herself. “Finn is your mom around? My mom wanted me to ask you if she would be going to your game on Friday. She’s off, so she wanted to hang out.”

“Come on in.” He gestured. Brooke was not sure the invitation was directed at her too, so she stood there blushing for the moment. “You too…” he paused because he did not know her name.

“Brooke. I am Brooke.” She was stumbling over her words a little.

“Okay, Brooke.” He winked. “It’s nice to meet you. Come in.”

She smiled up at him and followed him in the red door. He was wearing his football jersey, and the number “12” hugged his strong back. He looked back at her with a grin that reached from ear to ear, and it was from that moment that the two of them were inseparable. They spent a large majority of their time together, especially after cheerleading tryouts. It did not take her long to find her way, and Finn helped her find her place as one of the new girls.

Finn was the star athlete on the football team, and Brooke became the queen of the pep squad. They were the usual prom king and queen for their high school roles, but they were nice to everyone. Brooke was not the typical mean girl cheerleader. She loved people and had a great heart. Their relationship broke the mold of what most people see as the jock that dated the head cheerleader. No one could contain their benevolent desires to help people, regardless of status.

Brooke and Davina would share time at both houses, and Megan loved both her daughter and Davina, at least it seemed…for the most part. Megan was very opinionated, and she did not have a filter…which could possibly be why she and Davina clicked so well back in the early days. Fiona was welcoming to Brooke, and she took up the slack for Megan’s poor parenting skills when it came to Brooke. She was worrisome when it came to Davina spending time around Megan later on in the friendship.

“So, Davina…how’s your mom doing? It must be hard for her since your father is not around to help out.” Megan was being her normal mean self.

“My mom is always good,” Davina replies condescendingly.

Megan’s eyes lit up. “A little fire in that soul…hmm. Who would have thought? Brooke, you should take lessons from your new friend.”

Brooke ignored her. “C’mon Davina…it’s not so crowded in my room.” She put emphasis on her mother being the crowd.

“See ya later, Ms. Deville.” Davina smiled as she was drug away from Megan by Brooke.

Brooke despised that her mother would always try to stick her nose in their business when they were talking about boys or things they wanted to do on the weekends. Brooke and Megan’s relationship was not good and was full of turmoil, and Fiona always thought that Megan saw Davina as the daughter she wished that Brooke would have been. Davina was very outspoken and bold, while Brooke was more relaxed and caring. Davina had a dark side about her. By the time graduation came along, Brooke had completely detached from her mother’s grips, but the disdain that she felt for her mother is what got her killed.


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

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 10 – The Secrets

­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­Fiona came back from her shower with puffy eyes from bawling as the warm water smacked her face, but she felt a little better. So much had happened that she did not remember the last time that she had a good, long shower.  Sebastian was happy to see her, and Klaus greeted her at the couch with a puppy kiss on her cheek as she sat down.  She had been crying in the shower, and she stayed in there long enough to gather herself better.  She had to be strong for Sebastian. 

“Gammy, are you sad like Mr. Finn?”

“I am baby…I miss your mommy.” Fiona’s eyes filled with tears yet again.

“Me too, Gammy.” Sebastian tried to console Fiona by patting softly on her leg. “We be okay.  Mommy looks down like Auntie Brooke.”  He smiled so sweetly that Fiona could have sworn she felt her heart break a little.

She ached for his loss, and she wished she could forget Cole and his family.  So much had changed since their lives became intertwined with them. Finn caught a tear with his finger. Hearing Brooke’s name spoken again brought back more memories of Deville despair.

She looked over at a grim face from Finn and felt bad that he could see her sadness and mourning. She could tell those memories were flooding the detective’s mind. His memories were frozen in the past. He had lost so much, and this had to be hard on him like it was for her and Sebastian.  Sebastian was managing things in his own way, and she supposed that Finn also had his own way of dealing with losing his friend. The loss of Davina took another jab at the heart of the tall, dark-haired, sturdy detective. There was no way in hell he could ever be content with the things that the Devilles had always gotten away with, and this was going to be the last straw.

Finn spoke to Sebastian about his aunt, and said, “I loved your Auntie Brook the whole moon and the stars, Sebastian. I know she is watching over you. She and your mommy are more than likely having an absolute blast in heaven. They were best friends. Did you know that?”

“Mhm, Mommy told me all their secrets…” He giggled aloud, and Fiona and Finn could just return the laughs to one another at Sebastian’s amusement at being the secret keeper.

“Is that right?” Finn said playfully, “I wish I knew all their secrets.  You should feel incredibly special to know them.” 

He hoped that Sebastian would spill all the beans and tell them these secrets. He thought for a moment that Davina might have told him everything for that purpose…but he did not want to assume.  He just continued laughing with Sebastian for the moment, but Fiona must have had the same idea.

Fiona asked, “What kind of secrets sweetie?  We promise not to tell anyone.  Mommy may have told you something that we need to know now that she and Auntie Brooke aren’t here anymore.”

“Nope! I cannot tell anyone.  We pinky swear.” Sebastian giggled yet again. “Klaus, tell Gammy the rule. Secrets saves lives.”

It was an odd thing for a little boy to say. It only made Fiona and the detective more curious about these secrets. It was possible that Davina speculated inside her mind that he would not be able to keep the secrets forever, so she prepared him.  She would have wanted to arm him with information, especially after she declined an invitation from Megan to join the family business.

Fiona sat down with Sebastian on the floor, and Klaus jumped on her lap.  Finn followed and sat with his legs crossed next to Fiona. This was going to be one of the hardest interrogations that I’ve ever conducted, Finn thought to himself.  He felt bad for thinking the thought of interrogating a three-year-old, but he needed to know those secrets.

“Miss Fiona…if it’s okay…do you mind if I talk to him for a little bit.”

“I think that would be okay…how about you Sebastian? Do you want to play with Detective Marlow for a little bit?”

Sebastian smiled at his Gammy. “Sure. We can play with the cars since he’s a boy. Momma would think it’s fun for me to play wif Mr. Finn.”

“Okay then, you boys have fun playing cars, and I will go make us some food.” Fiona stood up and exited the living room flashing Finn a thumbs up. 

Finn gave a friendly nod and picked his favorite car.


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

xoxo, E.M.

© E.M. Kingston

Sebastian’s Story – Part 9 – Georgia Marlow

­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­Georgia Marlow was a compassionate woman, and she had raised three boys on her own.  A single mother back in these times was not unheard of, but it just was not a topic that people talked about at their own dinner tables.  They did love to gossip about how she got into that dilemma, but she never let it knock her down. Finn’s father left as soon as the twins were born.  It was too much on him, and the rumors were that he had been seeing someone else for years.  He was a womanizer, and he was not a good person. She had done her best at being strong and setting an example for her children. 

Finn was the oldest of the three boys and had the strongest spirit.  He was a little rebellious and gave his mother a few migraines growing up, but he was still a good human in society.  His younger brothers, James and Anthony, were twins, and he was very protective over them…and Brooke, the Deville family’s oldest girl.  They all had made friends with the kids next door, the Deville Family. 

Finn remembered the last conversation that they had, and it was right before he left for college.  He wished that he had never left.  He was only gone a few days when he got the call from Detective West.

“Finn, are you all set?  You got your toothbrush and a change of underwear, right?” She giggled.

“Yes, Mom…I have all my underwear.  The toothbrush is questionable though.  I need to stop and get a new one on the way.” He returned a playful laugh to his mother with a wink.

“Good.  Priorities are important!  Just be careful.  Don’t do drugs and stay away from bad people.” She patted him on the shoulder as she walked into the next room to grab a gift from the counter.

Finn opened the neatly tied red bow from a small box.  It was a locket.  He opened it to see a picture of him and his mother on one side and his twin brothers on the other side.  “I love it.  Thank you, Mom.”

“I wanted you to have us close to your heart while you were away.  I am not sure what I will do without you.  Just go be great!”

He noticed a sadness in her voice but wrote it off as her worrying since she was a person that was known to be anxious about certain things. “It’s okay, Mom.  I’ll be home at Thanksgiving and Christmas to hang out with you guys.  Don’t worry.  If you need anything, I am just a few hours away.”

“Of course, my son…I just hope I won’t have to call.  Things have been a little volatile next door, and I am not sure what is going on over there most of the time.”

He knew exactly what she meant.  There had been some different groups of people showing up over at the neighbor’s house, and they were all driving expensive cars.  Brooke had told Finn that she did not like all the traffic in and out of the house, but that Megan and Corbin said, “it was necessary for business purposes”.  Whatever that meant, he remembered thinking.

“Yeah…I’m not sure what is happening there either.  I just know Brooke is not a fan of her parents right now.  Things are bad, and I feel bad leaving.” Finn tucked the locket into his leather satchel and looked up at his mother with a hesitating grin.  “Are you sure you are going to be alright?”

Georgia lifted her eyes to his, braced his soft cheeks with her hands, and said, “Go be somebody my sweet boy…I’ll be here when you get back.”

Finn winced as that memory flooded his mind.  He remembered that she was scared and did not want him to realize that she was.  He remembered the grave look on her face as he pulled away.  He remembered everything, and it pissed him off.  He would actually never see her again, and it killed him inside. 

When he made it back to Roland to collect her personal belongings, his heart was broken, and his anger was fueled.  No one was telling him what happened to Georgia, and his brothers were devastated.  They stood there with him while getting all of the things that Georgia had on her.

“Can you look through these before you leave?  Maybe you will see something in her stuff that we did not know to look for.”, Detective West asked.

Finn and the other two boys nodded to her as they sifted through the only things that were found on their mother.  There was a cherry Chapstick container, and it was half used, along with some peppermint-flavored Tic-Tacs.  She had little under a dollar in change, probably from a trip to the grocery store, and a matchbook from a place he had never seen before…The Arlington Hotel.

“Detective, this matchbook is weird to me.  I am not familiar with this place, and it seems weird that Mom has matches in her possession.  She stopped smoking when I was still in high school.” Finn fumbled with the matchbook with a confused look on his face.

“We’ll check it out. Is there anything else that looks like it doesn’t belong?”

Finn rummaged through the cardboard box filled with his mother’s things. “No, just that matchbook.  Do you guys see anything you don’t recognize or that seems weird?”  He turned it over to James and Anthony.

They shook their heads from side to side in sadness as they fumbled through the box. Finn patted Anthony on the shoulder and then onto James.  “Let’s go home.”

“I’ll keep working, Mr. Marlow.  Keep your heads up, okay?  I’ll let you know what I find out about that hotel.”

Finn nodded, collected the box, and lead him and his brothers out of the police station.  Brooke was waiting outside for him when he came out. She ran up to him and hugged him tightly.

“I’m so sorry, Finn.  It’s all my fault.” Brooke cried out to him.

James and Anthony kept walking, and Finn held onto Brook curious what she meant when she claimed responsibility.  “There’s nothing you could do…she was carjacked and robbed.”

“No.  Finn…she was in trouble.”


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

xoxo, E.M.

© E.M. Kingston