The Apparition Man - Part Eighty- Six#

Chapter Twenty-Two – Part Eighty-Six #1

Moving back, glad that I was free and clothed; I watched as he places the dinner plate on the bedside table beside me, and moved back. His eyes hovering my every movement.2

“Talk? Why would I want to talk to you? Your a complete, and utter nut case.”3

Looking extremely hurt he sat on the edge of the bed.4

As he did I noticed he was wearing other clothing under his own. Not just any clothing though, the clothing of the woman I had seen at the jetty. How it fit I would never know, but it seemed to. I could see the lace from the underwear poking from his pants.5

It struck a cord in me, as I watched him fidget with his pants, almost as if he was trying to make it obvious to me that he was winding me up.6

Anger grew silently in me.7

I had no idea what he was capable of next. For all I knew he could pick up the knife that lay on the plate beside me, stab me, and carve me into a million strands of ribbon. I knew I would have to play this cool; the best way I could calmly. 8

Though how I could possibly for that when he had gone through my duffel bad, through my personal belongings, had me puzzled. It was an invasion of privacy, and if it was one thing I hated more than anything else in this twisted world was lack, and invasion of privacy. 9

The fact that he was wearing them was only a small portion of my anger. Compared to the anger I had for his disrespect. 10

If blood was thicker than water, well rest assure he would be lying in a thick puddle of it right about now. 11

This was just the icing on the cake. I knew there had to be more to this act then he was letting on.12

He placed his hands on his lap, looking towards me, his eyes pierced through me like a knife. Cold, Brutal and Murderous even. Then in a flash, as if to completely change motives, his eyes flashed back to normality, I could even detect the small touch of kindness, and warmness inside them.13

“I think this is best if we settle this once and for all,” he said, bending over to receive something that was stuck underneath the bed.14

In a panic, I jumped to the side, sliding of the bed and quickly ran into the closet; shutting the door behind me.15

Sitting down I pressed my body hard against the door.16

“Christopher, what are you doing in the closet? Oliver called.17

I heard the sound if the door latch click, as his footsteps grew closer, and closer.18

“Come on Christopher, this is not a game, the sooner we get this over with the quicker we can move on; The both of us.19

Shaking and shuddering my arms gripped each other tightly. 20

I could see it in my head, sooner of latter he would batter down the door, cut me up into little pieces and baggage me up for his sick pleasure. It played like a movie, over and over in my head. Covered in wounds, being left for dead, by a raping maniac.21

Why was I scared of him?22

I was Christopher Chadstone-Harvey. I could fight him of surely. Then again, maybe I could not. I might have be insane, I might have had anger issues, and still do, but he was just plain psycho.23

He was absolutely mental, anyone who rapes there guests are insane. He had more screws loose than my step dads homemade bookshelf; And oh how that thing fell to pieces. 24

I was a lot of things, but I was no match to a psychopath like him.25

I heard him tapping at the door, sympathetically he groaned.26

“Christopher, what is wrong with you? Your acting a little strange, and why are you hiding in my cupboard?.”27

Turning around, I pressed my palms firmly against the door, my knuckles turning white.28

The light shone, dimming the small bedroom like closet. Olivers feet were so close to the door his toes poked under it, sending shivers, both hot and cold right throughout my body.29

“Go away Oliver, I have had enough, I will be gone by tomorrow, then you will have him all to yourself, Just leave me alone, I need to live.”30

Shakily I stood up, as something poked underneath the door.31

“AH DON'T KILL ME,” I screamed, falling forward to the floor, without looking towards the door. I closed my eyes, feeling my heel for blood. I was all clean.32

Without warning the closet door opened, and Oliver stood, kneeling over to pick something up from the ground. Once back on his feed he advanced forward dropping something into my lap.33

“I only wanted to give you this,” he said, small tears forming in his eyes.34

Cautiously I took the paper in my hands, covering my eyes and mouth just in case he had loaded it with arsenic. You could never be all too certain with psychopaths; And I still did not trust him, not one little bit. There was something fishy about this whole situation, though I could not yet put my finger on it. I just knew it did not feel right, something did not feel right. Was it a trap?35

As I unfolded the piece of paper, Oliver switched on the light, flashing it right above me. I rubbed my eyes a little adjusting to the light before taking a closer look at the piece of paper he had handed me.36

On the top left hand corner my name was printed in boldly in Black; underneath my mothers name, and Harvey's name were italic in Black.37

I looked up at him, tears were running down my eyes. He had given me my birth certificate. Why had he given me that?38

“Turn the page,” he said rubbing his own blood-shot eyes.39

I turned the page seeing Oliver's name boldly printed like mine; Underneath Amanda's name was below his, right after Henry Harvey.40

Henry Harvey? Was this Harvey's brother, my Uncle.41

I looked back up at Oliver, who almost knew what I was about to say.42

“Cousin Henry, you probably have never met him before...Him and mum...” he stopped, falling instantly to his knees.43

His words were carving through my mind.44

So it was true I was Harvey's one and only remaining blood relative? 45

Or was I?