Page 41 of Vile Emotion
“Your father buried my brother’s case and now, he wants to forget what happened?”
“He didn’t do it.” she tries to stand in the way of the door so I can’t get in.
“He didn’t have to. He could’ve done his fucking job but he didn’t want to do that either.”
Sheriff Johnson stands there for a moment, “please, he’s having such a good day today. Can’t we figure this out and I will make a public statement about this, letting you know who did it?”
“You will let your father tell me on his good day so that the rest of his days being alive are all bad days. Now, move the fuck out of the way, Sheriff Johnson or be prepared to hand me your badge.”
Sheriff Johnson stares at me for a moment as if she’s going to say no to me but then she sighs running her hand through her blonde tresses. She looks Juliana’s way then moves back with another loud sigh,
“Follow me this way.”
She doesn’t stop to see if we’re following her but she can hear our footsteps. We walk until we reach a room that is monitored by a couple of nurses.
“Dad? Dad?” Sheriff Johnson calls out to her dad and he looks at me then when his eyes reach mine, his eyes widen.
There is fear in his eyes.
“Godric?” He calls my name. “I’m sorry, Godric!” he cries out in his hands as he sits in his wheelchair. “I shouldn’t have buried it. You’re here to haunt me! I know you are! I know!” he cries out.
“Shut up, old man.” the words come out of my mouth quicker than anything else. Juliana takes a step in front of me and stops me. “What the fuck are you doing?” I grit through my teeth.
“Being a Crowne. Getting answers for Godric, he is my friend.”
“Was.” I remind her.
“Was.” Juliana says with sadness in her voice. “Let me talk to him, please.”
For a moment, I don’t say anything but then I nod.
“Do it or else I’ll rattle his fucking lying teeth out of his mouth or whatever the fuck is left of it.”
This is it. It is time to avenge Godric. My brother can rest in peace finally and this town could be the ghost town it deserves to be; fuck them all.
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Talking to someone who buried what happened to Godric is hard but I want answers too. In the small time that I’ve been in this town, before I found out he was a ghost and didn’t stop to wonder why I was okay with that, Godric was the only friend that I had in this small town and he made me smile.
There should be issues with me not reacting to the ghost but honestly, Godric being a ghost was the least of my worries, if anything, it hurts me that I can no longer see him.
Now, as I sit here across from this man who buried Godric’s memory, it makes me want to cry for Godric. I don’t know how I would have felt if something happened to me and someone covered it up. Made it seem like no one cared to let my memory live beyond everything else.
“Why did you do it?” my voice comes out softly even though I’m angry.
Upset that an 18-year-old helpless teenager didn’t get the chance to live his life as he should have because of people who couldn’t comprehend who he was.
“Do what, dear? Are you the nurse? I told Sara I didn’t need another damn nurse.” he says, getting upset.
“I’m not your nurse. I’m here because of Godric. You hurt him. How could you do that?” I ask.
He looks away in shame.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” he says.
“Please don’t pretend. He was so nice and you did hide it. Your signature is on the incident report. The one you hid.”
“I can’t do this with you. I don’t want to talk about it.” He replies but I can see the regret in his eyes but I have to think about Godric and not feel bad for this man.
