In the car, Boston perked up.
“The session is going to be held at my house, so it’s more comfortable and laid-back. So you don’t feel under pressure.”
I looked over at him and smiled. “Sounds good.”
“Do you need anything before we go?” He asked, looking over at me.
“Nope, not really.” I said back.
We drove along, until I saw a familiar environment. The vintage shops spread along the main road, the “Thanks for visiting Fulton” sign. Then, the tall autumn trees lining the side of the road in perfect sync came into sight.
We were leaving Fulton.
After driving along for about twenty more minutes, we pulled into a driveway and I caught the breath in my throat. Boston’s house was massive. It was made out of light brick, with a big steel door, large panel windows lining the top, the garden neat and green.
“Whoa.” I breathed.
Boston laughed a friendly laugh and got out of the car.
I did so too, and followed him up the driveway and hopped up the steps to the large, steel door. He unlocked it and motioned me inside.
I walked in, than followed Boston yet again to his lounge-room where I took a seat in a comfy arm chair opposite him.
“Tea?”
I refused the offer and rested my arm on the side of the chair.
“So, how have things been lately?” He asked.
“Things have been good.” I replied simply.
“Good how?” He probed.
“Well, I have great friends and another really great friend. I get on well with everyone in the house, and I’m glad I’m spending time with my brother.” I smiled.
“That’s splendid Destiny.” He pronounced.
I nodded happily.
“So, I’d like to do a few tests on you. Would that be ok?” he almost whispered.
I got a little nervous, shifted in my seat, but agreed anyway.
“Ok, tell me the first word that pops in your head when you see these pictures.” He said as he pulled a pile of photos out of a large, yellow envelope.
The first picture was a filming camera.
“Palm trees.” I said.
The next is Boston.
“My counsellor.” I said.
My heart raced, lips tightened and tears welled up in my eyes as I stared blankly at the next one.
It’s was my parents, lying dead on the floor, in a pool of blood.
I gasped.
“What is it?” He said.
I looked up at him.
He was smirking.
“What’s the word?” He boomed.
I stuttered. “Love.” It only came out as an utter, but he heard it and chose another photo.
I let out a hopeless yelp as I gaped at the photo before me.
It was Boston, knife in hand, knife in my mother’s chest. He’s was smiling.
I tried to make a run for it, to get up off the couch and flee, but Boston grabbed me.
“Where are you going?” he laughed evilly.
I struggled, moaning and screaming in his strong arms.
“HELP!” I shouted. But no-one came.
I bit into Boston’s arm, and he let go, grabbed his arm where I had bitten it and growled.
I reached for my cell phone in my pocket, but it wasn’t there.
“Looking for this?” He grinned, as he taunted my phone in my face.
“Give it!” I squealed, but he slammed it on the ground, smashing it into tiny pieces.
All I could do was let out a useless squeal as he taped my mouth, dragged me outside and chucked me in the back of his car.
“Sweet dreams.” He sniggered as he slammed the boot down.
Tears fell down my face I was enclosed in darkness.
“This is it.” I thought. “I’m going to be murdered by my parent’s killer. The one who wants to kill me….
The one who will kill me.”

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