The Apparition Man Novel Two
Synopsis
1♥ Book Two♥
Reidy
In the beginning we see her dealing with the after affects of having sexual intercourse with Taylor. How those flashbacks affected her time, and how she felt more guilty as if she was betraying Kerry.3
The next morning they take of. 4
But not first without saying goodbye to the girl that had helped her out. Sparks of jealousy fly when Taylor pays her attention, and Reidy starts to feel and den he feelings for him, as she knows they are getting stronger.5
Tired she falls asleep, and Taylor sees this as his only chance to save her. Only when she wakes up she does not see it that way. Not watching the road they swerve into a paddock, where the truck begins to catch of fire, and explodes, leaving them on foot to make their journey to The Mercy.6
Just when they think they won't make it, help comes along. They end up hitch hiking with a nice couple... or so they think. {clue will be hidden}7
They leave them at the Mercy clinic , where together they try to get her sighed in. But there seems to be some issues with identity, and they are forced to wait while a nurse gets the doctor for proof.8
In the meantime, Taylor goes to get them both a drink.9
After hearing the news that Reidy is inside the walls of the Mercy, Mrs Hope attempts to protect Reidy, and claim she brought her hear. Reidy sets that straight, and Mrs Hope is left in an awkward position with Doctor Hewitt. 10
Christopher
Doctor Courtney tells him he will be fine, and signs him out.12
We get to know a bit more about Doctor Harveys dysfunctional family as Christopher moves into their home.13
Amanda and Oliver take every chance they get to make it know that he is not welcome.14
Christopher finds out the truth about his Grandmothers cremation, and the truth about Oliver.15
Angry and tormented Oliver takes it upon himself to seek revenge in rape, the does a runner.16
Harvey comes home to find Christopher is a shattered state; where Christopher tells Harvey he wants to go back to the Mercy where he belongs. 17
Chapter Twenty
Unlocking the door, I stepped in to the silent house, hanging my coat of the nearby coat wrack.18
Looking down the hallway, I could see no one in sight, but I still felt something. Like a presence. Like someone was watching me from a distance, and it made me terribly uncomfortable. 19
A small spine tingling sensation surrounded me, as I walked through the hallway towards the stair case the the second floor.20
I looked right, then I looked left, checking all around me. Alerting every one of my senses to pay attention. Something just was not quite right.21
Something moved.22
I could feel my stomach starting to knot, as I started to panic, paranoia sunk in.23
“Its all in your head Chris... Its all up in your mind... your mind is playing tricks on you, its probably just Amanda, scuttling around like the snaky, slimy rat that she is. Just stay calm, and it will all be okay.”24
Behind me, I thought I heard the faint sound of footsteps, and twirled around, almost loosing my footing on the stairs. I gripped the hand rail tightly, stabilizing my movement. As I looked around the house.25
“Who...who's there? I stuttered, feeling out of breath, “Amanda is that you?. I could hear the own fear in my voice, and cleared my throat. My heart bashing faster against my chest.”Hello, anyone?”26
The house remained silent, as I scanned around me again, holding my hand to my chest in hope of relaxing my heart beat. I took deep breaths, long calming breaths, as It began to slow down a little.27
“Jesus Christopher, calm down, relax buddy, feeling a little tense there,” I whispered to myself. My knuckled white from gripping the railing so tightly. I tried to hold myself together. While all of a sudden I felt dizzy, and slightly nauseous.28
I turned up the stairs, running a little. My heartbeat was slowing down, but it still was thumping in fear, making it hard for me to breath.29
I needed to lie down. My head hurt, my body ached. I was tired, and confused. Now add to that highly paranoid, and that made for one hell of a headache. What I needed was a good nap, to nourish me, and to keep me calm. I could not handle a panic attack right now. 30
I opened the bedroom door, walking inside quickly, shutting it behind me. I locked the hatch. Knowing at least I would be at ease if someone really was in the house. Someone besides Amanda. It would take some time trying to break down the door.31
I wandered over to the bed, taking a seat, and pulled my sock, and shoes of laying them under the bed.32
I was glad that I was not in the presence of the annoying little twerp that had made my night just that little bit more unbearable with his pig like snoring. Someone should get a cork, and shove it where the sun don't shine. That would probably shut him up, I thought to myself. He really was a right pain in the ass.33
Thinking of Oliver, returned my thoughts about what Harvey had said during the short time we had spent at my house together.34
What if Oliver really was not his son? What if Amanda knew that? What if Harvey knew that, and it had caused them great grief, and an immense amount of friction between them to know that he had, had a son to another woman, and she had, had a son to another man?35
It was possible, and the more I thought upon it the more it seemed to make sense. The reason she had been so cruel to me. Did she know my mother?36
All I knew was that there was something not quiet right with the picture. There was something highly suspicious about the whole scene, and the more I pondered it. The more intrigued I became.37
Lying down, I rested my head on the only comfortable part of the bed, and reached into my pocket, for the letter Harvey had given me the day I arrived at had been sighed out of hospital.38
Maybe the letter had something to do with it. Maybe Harvey had been scattering clues all along. Hoping I would find them, and figure them out. What ever he meant to show me. I had to read the letter sometime. Sooner rather than latter.39
I pulled it out, opening it up, and cleared my throat. 40
Dear Christopher,41
* * * To my darling newborn son – A letter for your future self * * *42
By now you would be Eighteen, as I had asked your Mother to give you this letter on your Eighteenth birthday.43
Why you Eighteenth birthday? Because I believe you deserved to live your teenage years without knowing who I was, who I am. 44
You deserved a better shot at a Father in life, better than I could have ever given you, had I still been with you're Mother of course.45
The Truth of the matter is, when you're Mother fell pregnant with you, the night that she told me about you, it had been the happiest day of my life. Not because you're Mother and I both realized we were not meant for each other, but because; knowing that a part of me, was living and growing inside of her, was the purest bliss I had ever experienced.46
Despite my bitterness that night of course. I still don't regret the decision I made for your life one bit.47
In saying that you need to know that I did not desert you altogether, and that I was very much a part of you life, even if I was not there physically, with you. 48
I paid your Mother child support, even when she had enough money coming from your Grandfather Bill, and I was always making sure you had everything that you needed to love a normal and healthy life. 49
As tradition sees it, you also own my stuffed dog toy, Peter, I believe who has been passed down from generation to generation, four to be exact. I hope that you still own him, when you're in your adult years, there is always something about that first soft toy that remains like gold instilled in our memories, instilled in our hearts.50
So where am I? You may ask, and why was I not there physically in your life?51
Well apart from the fact that your mother and were I no longer seeing eye to eye, my dream for many years was to become a psychiatrist , or a councilor of some kind, to work with children, to change and help them shape there lives when nobody else could.52
I regret not being physically there to watch you grow up into the wonderful man you are today, but if there is one thing I must instill in you, if your mother has not already is to never give up on you're dream, and never see any challenge as a lost cause.53
In this shit heap of a world that we live in, it is all we can do to male a difference for somebody else, even for ourselves, and I know that deep down inside of you, you have that determination and passion, just like I do, you will go far my son if you keep your eye on the game and work hard at your dreams, and for that I will be forever proud of you.54
Sometimes when I receive a parcel from your mother, whether it be cards, gift, photographs or letters I always shed a tear, if not many tears, for I know that I treasure these things, just like I treasure your life, my beautiful so Christopher.55
If you choose to contact me after you receive this letter, do not hesitate to ask your Mother for my address and phone number, even if it is to tear me to shreds for never being in your life, as far as you know, and for leaving you. Which I highly doubt will accept, if you knew that I left your mother so that we could both have peace in out lives.56
So if you have a special woman in your life, the only fatherly advice I would give you at this point in time is to follow you're heart, follow you're gut feeling and you're instinct, the woman's form of intuition my son, just follow it, listen to it, it is there to guide you in the right direction. If you feel your relationship is not going anywhere, be the first to attempt to heal it, over and over, and if after all that it is still not working, have the strength to let it go; grieve and move on, because life is just far to short to let wasted moments pass you by.57
I want you to know that the day that you were born, I was by your Mother side. That first time I held you in my arms, Christopher, It was like pure bliss all over again, only this time, I never wanted to give you back to your Mother, knowing that it would be the last time I would physically see me, before I moved up south to live with my Mother, your Grandma Jean, in hope of making my dreams come true.58
On a last note,as this letter is about to conclude, I want you to be aware that despite our lives and were we are at this point right now, Just know that I love you, I loved you, and I will always love you, and treasure you till the day I leave this earth and far beyond, hoping I still maintain my belief in the after life.59
I am proud of you my boy, forever you will always remain in my heart..60
Love your Father , Connor Harvey
61* * * To my darling newborn son – A letter for your future self * * *42
By now you would be Eighteen, as I had asked your Mother to give you this letter on your Eighteenth birthday.43
Why you Eighteenth birthday? Because I believe you deserved to live your teenage years without knowing who I was, who I am. 44
You deserved a better shot at a Father in life, better than I could have ever given you, had I still been with you're Mother of course.45
The Truth of the matter is, when you're Mother fell pregnant with you, the night that she told me about you, it had been the happiest day of my life. Not because you're Mother and I both realized we were not meant for each other, but because; knowing that a part of me, was living and growing inside of her, was the purest bliss I had ever experienced.46
Despite my bitterness that night of course. I still don't regret the decision I made for your life one bit.47
In saying that you need to know that I did not desert you altogether, and that I was very much a part of you life, even if I was not there physically, with you. 48
I paid your Mother child support, even when she had enough money coming from your Grandfather Bill, and I was always making sure you had everything that you needed to love a normal and healthy life. 49
As tradition sees it, you also own my stuffed dog toy, Peter, I believe who has been passed down from generation to generation, four to be exact. I hope that you still own him, when you're in your adult years, there is always something about that first soft toy that remains like gold instilled in our memories, instilled in our hearts.50
So where am I? You may ask, and why was I not there physically in your life?51
Well apart from the fact that your mother and were I no longer seeing eye to eye, my dream for many years was to become a psychiatrist , or a councilor of some kind, to work with children, to change and help them shape there lives when nobody else could.52
I regret not being physically there to watch you grow up into the wonderful man you are today, but if there is one thing I must instill in you, if your mother has not already is to never give up on you're dream, and never see any challenge as a lost cause.53
In this shit heap of a world that we live in, it is all we can do to male a difference for somebody else, even for ourselves, and I know that deep down inside of you, you have that determination and passion, just like I do, you will go far my son if you keep your eye on the game and work hard at your dreams, and for that I will be forever proud of you.54
Sometimes when I receive a parcel from your mother, whether it be cards, gift, photographs or letters I always shed a tear, if not many tears, for I know that I treasure these things, just like I treasure your life, my beautiful so Christopher.55
If you choose to contact me after you receive this letter, do not hesitate to ask your Mother for my address and phone number, even if it is to tear me to shreds for never being in your life, as far as you know, and for leaving you. Which I highly doubt will accept, if you knew that I left your mother so that we could both have peace in out lives.56
So if you have a special woman in your life, the only fatherly advice I would give you at this point in time is to follow you're heart, follow you're gut feeling and you're instinct, the woman's form of intuition my son, just follow it, listen to it, it is there to guide you in the right direction. If you feel your relationship is not going anywhere, be the first to attempt to heal it, over and over, and if after all that it is still not working, have the strength to let it go; grieve and move on, because life is just far to short to let wasted moments pass you by.57
I want you to know that the day that you were born, I was by your Mother side. That first time I held you in my arms, Christopher, It was like pure bliss all over again, only this time, I never wanted to give you back to your Mother, knowing that it would be the last time I would physically see me, before I moved up south to live with my Mother, your Grandma Jean, in hope of making my dreams come true.58
On a last note,as this letter is about to conclude, I want you to be aware that despite our lives and were we are at this point right now, Just know that I love you, I loved you, and I will always love you, and treasure you till the day I leave this earth and far beyond, hoping I still maintain my belief in the after life.59
I am proud of you my boy, forever you will always remain in my heart..60
Love your Father , Connor Harvey
I folded the letter, placing it beside me and closed my eyes. Letting the tears fall.
62 ***63
I awoke to feel something crawling irritatingly across my skin. 64
My eyes flashed open wide, as my heart jolted, and I tried to sit up, but it was no use I was stuck.65
I could not move, and as I looked down I noticed I was naked, and toed up to the bed.66
Over in the far corner Oliver sat, with a knife in one hand, and a piece of paper in the other. 67
I watched him as he twirled it around in his hand skillfully not cutting himself. 68
I looked beside me, suddenly remembering where I had placed the letter. Slowly as to not interrupt him I tilted my head to the side seeing that the letter was gone.69
“Shit,” I whispered under my breath, hoping that he would not hear me, but I had no luck. He heard me.70
He raised his head, there were tears in his eyes, and dark circles rimmed them, causing him to look more sinister than he already seemed. Standing up he shook himself of, sliding the knife into his pants pockets, and swiftly made his over to were he had bounded me to the bed.71
Cooley he sat down besides me, resting his hand on my arm. Smiling, grinning, bearing his teeth, a murderous look in his eyes. 72
“Hello Christopher, having a nice nap I see. You sure are a deep sleeper, I did not have to fight you of or anything. I must admit that made my job that whole lot easier.73
Feeling sick to the pit of my stomach, I gulped back the lump in my throat, trying to act casual.74
“ Shouldn't you be at school Oliver?”75
Flaming, he gripped onto my arm twisting it around the rope. An immense shock wave of pain shattered its way through my arm, until he let go, letting it fall hard on the mattress.76
“Shouldn't you be dead?” he asked brutally, his voice tamed with cruelty. “See I found this letter here, while you were wiped out of your brain, and since what ever is in my room is classed as my property I thought it might be best to put my curiosity at rest. You know see exactly what you were trying to hide?”77
I gave him a strange look as his hand traveled up my arm, up over my shoulders, and towards my nipples.78
“You see Chris family do not hide secrets from one another, family is about love, and openness, not about hidden secrets, the kind that rips your world apart. This kind of secret, the kind like you thinking that you are my dads son, its all a mistake, it is all in your head, and now your so fucked, that your writing letters to yourself. That makes me sick,” he cried, pulling tightly on my nipples, as he swung his leg over my body, sitting on my lower torso. His jeans pressing tightly against my crouch.79
I could feel the lump in my throat moving upwards. Panic had long sank in. I was now breathing fast, breathing heavily in pain as he continued to pull on my skin.80
“Your the only insane one here,” I cried, trying to fight him of, but it was no use even bothering. He had me tied down well. “Your insane, if you think I would make this up, I don;t even want to be here you sick bitch. If anything you should be the one worried about being his real son, at least I have proof. The only proof you have is you slut, whore of a mother, and from what I know about her I would not be surprised that any one of her associated could be you father, hell you father could be some homeless bastard in the street your mothers that desperate for attention.”81
Disgusted by my remarks, he pulled the knife out of his pocket, bringing it to my throat.82
“You take that back you freak, take it back,” he snarled.83
I did not dare to move, just squinted my eyes, my lips curling. Fear exploded in my chest.84
“Or what Oliver? You will kill me? Is that what you will do, well come on then, you know you want to, Kill me.”85
His eyebrows furrowed, as he pulled the knife away, punching me hard in the face.86
“What do you think that I am stupid Christopher, if I killed you I would go to jail. I have no intentions on hurting you at all.”87
Confused, my whole face burning with pain. My head was spinning, as I felt the blood forming in my mouth, I could taste its saltiness, seeping down my lips. Had he not just contradicted himself88
“No that would be stupid, murder leaves traces, physical assault leaves wounds. Traces, and wounds are evidence, no I have no intention on leaving evidence behind.”89
I felt him run his hand through my hair, softly, gently caressing my cheek as he let go, his fingertips exploring my face.90
“No Christopher were some people seek there revenge with pain, I quite like to seek my revenge with pleasure, far more interesting don't you agree.”91
Horrified my eyes widened as he pulled on my hair, unclasping his belt with the other hand. Slowly he pulled his pants of, taking them down past his ankles. Reality sank in, as I felt a scream erupting in my voice.92
He held his hand over my mouth, and leaned me forward biting my neck.93
The pain swelled in my neck, he had hit a tender part. It sent agonizing bolt speeding night through my body, as I felt him press himself hard up against me, ready to enter.94
I tried biting down on his hand, but his grip was to tight. I was beginning to choke on my own blood, though he had not seemed to notice, nor care.95
Brining his lips to my ear, he traced it slowly with his tongue, before gripping onto my arm for support.96
“Now remember Christopher, there is no point in screaming, because we are all alone.”97
***98
I lay still in a small pool of blood.99
My wrists , and ankles had been freed, but I dare not move to move an inch. 100
I would wait for. I would wait for my father to get home, so he could see me all messed up, and broken, all torn apart.101
My eyes were all our of tears, I was sick of crying. My body ached. I had, had enough. I could take no more. I wanted him to feel the pain that I was in. I wanted to watch as his eyes widened in fear at what I had been submitted to. 102
They all thought I was crazy. That I was insane. Oh I heard voices, because I didn't take my pills. Fuck them all. I was not insane. 103
I heard voices, I heard fragments of my dreams, fragments of my imagination. How could that make me insane? He had been right all along. 104
It was in head, all of it. Maybe it always had been. All this time my mind could have been making them up for all I knew. I just knew there was no longer a truth in anything anymore.105
I wanted to hurt him, make him pay. Oh I would make him pay, for he was the truly insane one. Not me. He was a twisted sick individual, and mark my words I would seek justice for what he had done to me. 106
Slowly, but surely I would strip him bare of anything that ever meant anything to him, starting with Harvey. But then again that was him, that would be sinking as low as him, and I knew I was better than that scum.107
“You feel that Chris, you feel that? That is the thrust of bittersweet revenge, and you my fiend will never win,” he had screamed upon releasing himself inside of me.108
It made me sick to the pits of my stomach, feeling his sticky, slimy filth sliver, and drip down my ass.109
“I want to hear you say it Christopher, tell me I won.”110
I clenched my lips tightly together, Keeping them shut. I would never said those words. They would have never escaped my lips.111
He did not seem worried though, he only smiled giving me a sickening look as he pushed himself deeper inside me.112
They say rape victims these days were asking for it. What was society coming to? They said that we teenagers would do anything to get our 15 seconds of fame. Who ever had stated that had obviously never been raped in such a manner as I had. Hell they probably had never even been raped in there life. How wrong they were to think that anyone would willingly ask for this. For this sick thing they called revenge.113
I would rather have he had killed me, at least I would keep some dignity, at least part of me might still be in tact. Instead of feeling like a scattered jig-saw puzzle. At least I would have some self respect, because as I lay alone here right now, battered and bruised I had never felt more ashamed, and disgusted in all my life.114
I felt filthy, I felt dirty, putrid. I felt sicked. I felt alone, helpless, and petrified of what would happen next. What he could do to me.115
I thought I was strong, but I was weak, and although I knew I was not worthless, me self worth was at its lowest peak. I did not even feel like breathing anymore. I was just to tired to handle it all. I wanted it to stop. If it would just stop for a moment, I would be happy. I'm sure I could learn to be strong. To try and fight, but this time it felt like it was over.116
Why did I keep telling myself I would get revenge,when I knew I never could?117
Revenge was not a best served dish, and if it was it was served with cruelty, and hatred, and pure anger. It left people crying for help. It left ruined people like me on their final thread. Leaving them ready to explode into a thousand shattered pieces, or worse. It made them want to take their own lives.118
I listened carefully, as I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.119
It was not Oliver. He had bolted soon after he had finally pulled out, untying me, only o run away. Which made him just as weak as I felt.120
No they were heavy footsteps. Footsteps that I had been longing to hear since the moment that Oliver had laid his filthy hands on me. They were the footsteps of my Father.121 ***122
Steeping up the stairs he could hear the faint sound of someone moaning, someone groaning in an agonizing tone.123
Faster he stepped, almost running up the stairs. 124
He knew that tine from anywhere.125
Swinging the bedroom door open, he gasped as he saw Christopher laying naked on the bed, shaking, and shivering. 126
Little moans escaping his lips. He groaned as he turned his head, looking into Harvey's eyes.127
Harvey felt sick, his stomach knotted, and he could feel his sorrow rising as he rushed over to his sons aid. His heart was racing and yet it was as if someone had stabbed him in the back, like someone was ripping out his internal organs one by one. He was loosing everything, he did not want to loose his son.128
Wrapping the blanket tightly around him, he moved closer trying not to invade Christopher's personal space, but close enough to know he was there.129
In shock, his mind was flashing, thinking. Yet he had no idea what to do, or what to ask. All he could do was see, to watch his son. See him so badly injured, crying, shattered and broken.130
He traced his fingers over Christopher's forehead, brushing the hair away from his eyes. It pained him to the core to see him like this.131
“Christopher, I know this is hard, but what happened to you?”132
Christopher closed his eyes, staring at his father. 133
What could he say? What could he say to him? Would he even believe it, or would he stick up for oliver and deny it?134
Nether the less, it would be bound to come out sooner or later. Sooner was better for the both of them.135
* * *136
“I was raped, Oliver raped me,” I stuttered , covering the tears in my eyes, wiping them clean away.137
Unbelievingly Harvey pulled away, searching deep into my eyes. Searching for the truth that he would fine.138
I knew that he did not want to hear it. What parent would? 139
To be abused, to be lowered. I realized now that rape was far more painful than being beaten. At least when you were beaten your wounds healed. They would fade away into nothing. But with rape it would be forever burned inside my mind for eternity.140
Slowly Harvey grasped control or his shock as he continued to stroke my hair soothingly. Tears were now falling down his cheeks, slipping into his mouth.141
I caught one as it fell, holding it in my hand until it sank into my skin. I held my arms up painfully, aching for him to embrace me. Aching for him to feel my heartbeat, and know just how frightened I really was.142
Reaching his arms outright he pulled me tightly towards him. Neither of us caring about the fact that I was stark naked. I immersed myself in his warmness, his careful awareness, inside his pain.143
I never wanted him to let mer go, but I knew that if I was to make any sense at all I would need to try and hold myself together for the both of us.144
Harvey sat back, his hand lingered near mine.145
“Why? Why would he do such a thing,” he asked begging me for an answer,begging for me to tell him there had to me another way.146
Distant I tried not to look him in the eye, knowing very well that my response would cruel him. Swallowing back regrets, I pushed my guilt away and focused on getting the justice I deserved. It all began with the truth.147
“He is angry that you are my real father, that I am your real son, and that he is not. That is the truth is it not? Otherwise I have no idea why. Maybe I am wrong, maybe he really does hate me so much that he hungered to hurt me. Hurt me so deep that I would snap so you could all see how insane I really was.”148
Harvey frowned, tracing his fingertips across my heated cheeks, right down towards my swollen lips.149
“You are not insane Christopher, you have a disorder. One that we can get you help for. I can get you help, someone to talk to besides me, you wont be alone. You are not insane son.”150
I shook my head.151
“No I hear voices,all the time. I killed Grandma Jean because they wouldn't shut up. Normal people don't hear voices. Normal people don't let people die.”152
Harvey bent down, lowering his head onto my pillow, his arms wrapped tightly around me.153
“Come on son we can work through this, everything will be alright, I promise I won't let anyone ever hurt you again, please Christopher say you will let me help you.”154
I felt the tears bottling up inside me, burning my eyes. I tried to fight them back, but it I was just to tired.155
“Protect me, it is to late for that, I am far gone gone, and you don't need me. You did fine without me before, and you will do fine without me this time to. I am nothing but a black cloud. I am doomed for life. No one needs the Grim around to ruin their lives, like I have yours. No one needs such hopelessness, and darkness around them. You don't need me. I just want to go back home to were I belong.” I said with desperation in my voice.156
Unable to move from his grip, he shook his head. 157
“You can't live by yourself Christopher. Not yet anyway.”158
I shook my head.159
“I didn't want to live by myself. I want to go home, home to were I really belong. Right back to were everybody want me. I want to go back to the Mercy.”160
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