Peek A Boo I See You (Emma Frost #5) (26 page)

In the end the brain tumor had made her brain into complete goo and she could hardly speak and certainly not yell, but she kept her meanness and fanatic fundamentalist religious beliefs. All she had to do was to stare at Marie-Therese in a certain way to let her know what she thought. She didn't need to speak to tell Marie-Therese that she thought she was sinning against her creator, that she needed to pray for forgiveness, do penance. Her mother would sometimes hurt herself and Marie-Therese had to strap her down to her bed. Yes, she had been some burden to carry and Marie-Therese had carried her all the way to the grave. Now it was her turn to be taken care of. If no one else would, then she would have to do it herself. With the money she received from taking in Edwina she would be able to do just that.

"Let's go home," she said to the girl with a smile.

C
HAPTER 2

T
HOMAS
B
ASTRUP AWOKE
one morning in September not long after Edwina moved in next door, needing to go to the bathroom. It had become more and more frequent lately that he had to go in the middle of the night. He knew he had to try and fight it in order to not end up like his father who right up till he died, needed to go every fifteen minutes, even at night.

Still half asleep he walked across the bedroom while his wife, Minna turned in the bed and grunted something in her sleep. Thomas lowered his pants and urinated for what felt like forever. He flushed and left the bathroom. With one leg back in bed, he saw the girl. Thomas blinked a few times to better focus in the darkness. Right there, in the neighbor's window on the other side of the fence, there she was, staring back at him. Her glowing green eyes lit up in the darkness and her lump seemed to glow with a strange light. Till the day Thomas Bastrup died he claimed that she was laughing and that he could hear her laughter.

The laughter of death,
he would often call it.

He was even certain he could feel her cold breath on his skin. It was at that moment, remembering his childhood nightmares, Thomas Bastrup let out a scream so horrific it woke up his wife with a start.

"What's going on?" she said. "What's happening? Is it something with the kids? Did something happen to the kids? Why are you screaming Thomas? Stop screaming for crying out loud!"

She pulled his t-shirt. Thomas pulled out of his trance and stopped screaming. He looked at his wife.

"Thomas you're waking up the kids, what's going on?" she asked with concerned eyes.

Thomas was breathing heavily, almost hyperventilating. He turned his head and looked again. The girl was gone. Just like his childhood monsters in the closet or under the bed that Thomas now remembered had followed him all the way through elementary school. They too were always gone once his parents came into the room, but they had been there, he knew it, he had seen them again and again. Now
she
was there, in that window, and Thomas knew he had seen her before somewhere, not in his grown years, but when he was a child, he had seen that face, and those eyes with promises of a painful death in them. She was a bad omen; she was a warning that something bad was going to happen.

Last time he had seen her he was thirteen and dreamt about her coming up from the water, walking towards him, laughing that same laughter she did standing in the window. Shortly after his mother was killed in that stupid car-accident and his life was torn to pieces.

"What's going on, Thomas?" His wife pulled his hand and placed her palm on his forehead. "My God, Thomas, you're burning up. You must have a fever. Maybe you had a nightmare caused by the fever?"

Thomas sighed and tried to calm himself down. He looked at his wife then stroked her cheek. His beautiful, overbearing wife who loved him through everything all these years. He knew at this second that she, much like his parents, would never understand. She would never believe him even if he tried to tell her what he had seen, what he believed it meant. She would do her best to pretend that she understood and believed the girl had been there and wasn't just part of a feverish nightmare. He knew she only pretended for his sake, to not hurt his feelings. He didn't want that, and he certainly didn't want her to worry about him or about what the dream could mean.

"I guess so," he said. "I guess it was nothing but a bad dream."

"Let me get you some ice water," she said and got out of bed, put on a robe and went downstairs. He heard her on the stairs then ran to the window. Still nothing there, no girl, no green light. He sighed with a relief. Maybe it had been a stupid nightmare after all.

Minna returned with the water and he gulped it down quickly. Then he smiled with a "thank you" and put his head on the pillow again.

"The kids are still sound asleep," she said just before she got under the covers and went back to sleep.

Thomas didn't sleep anymore, he lay wide awake, with his eyes open wide and stared into the darkness of the room, thinking about the time when he had come home from school to find his father sitting in the kitchen with his head bowed and eyes red.

He should have known something was very wrong when someone from the school's front office entered the classroom and talked to his teacher while they both glanced in his direction. He should have at least suspected that something bad could have happened when his teacher told him to gather his belongings and go home early, then given him a long hug before letting him go. 

But Thomas couldn't have prepared himself for what was waiting for him behind that door leading into the kitchen. He didn't even have a clue walking home. Instead he thought he had somehow gotten himself in trouble and that was why he was sent home, that his mom was waiting for him in the kitchen with the proper punishment.

Oh God, they know about the soft gun I accidentally fired from my tree house and hit a woman on her bike, causing her to fall. They know it was me!

But it was much worse than that, Thomas realized as soon as he met his father's eyes in the kitchen. In that moment everything broke down, everything shattered in his young life.

C
HAPTER 3

"
H
EY, YOU'RE
that new girl. Edwina, right?"

Linda climbed onto the fence to better have a look at the supposed monster that everyone in her class was talking about. She wasn't disappointed. The girl on the other side was disgusting, even more than she had heard she would be. Her head was weird and repulsing and almost hairless.
Gross
, she thought to herself as she studied her. The girl was squatting in the yard and didn't seem to react to Linda's approach. What was she doing anyway? Linda leaned in over the fence to get a better look. The girl hardly moved, she was holding her arms around her knees in the strangest position. How was she even able to sit still like that? She looked like a small ball or balloon when she sat like that.

Then she moved. Linda gasped when Edwina reached out and grabbed a butterfly, forming a small cave for it between her hands.

"What are you doing?" Linda asked.

Edwina only scowled in Linda's direction, but never answered or even looked at her. Linda wasn't used to that. She scoffed.

Edwina now opened her hands and Linda could see the orange and black butterfly. It tried to escape, but Edwina held onto its wing so it couldn't fly.

"Don't do that," Linda said. "Don't you know that butterflies can't fly if you touch their wings?"

Edwina still didn't react, she kept holding on to the wing, then pulled out a needle from her pocket and pinned it through the wing, leaving a hole. The butterfly fluttered its wings frantically as Edwina pulled the needle out and watched as the butterfly tried to fly again, but failed miserably.

Appalled by her actions, Linda yelled at Edwina. "Don't do that. What did the butterfly ever do to you?"

That was when Linda saw Edwina's eyes for the first time. She lifted her head and looked directly at Linda with a deep beastlike growl. Linda gasped and pulled back, jumped down from the fence and walked backwards, her heart was racing in her chest. Then she turned and ran.

"Moooom!"

 Linda's mother was cooking dinner in the kitchen, and looked up as Linda entered pushing the door open with a loud bang.

"What's the matter, sweetie?" she said. "You're all pale. Please don't tell me you're coming down with something like your father. He's been in bed with a fever for three days now. Fever and strange ulcers in the mouth that won't seem to go away. You don't have that, do you?"

Linda breathed heavily and shook her head. "That girl ... the girl next door ... the new one that Ms. Lundtofte has taken in." Linda stopped to catch her breath. She had never been much of a runner and it always left her breathless even if it was just for a few feet. Linda wasn't into sports and she knew she should be, since she had been slightly overweight most of her life, but it just wasn't for her. 

"What about her?" Minna asked, half distracted by the potatoes that were boiling and spilling water on the stove. She turned down the heat.

"Mom," Linda said with serious voice to let her know this was important. This was very urgent and required all of her mother's attention. "She is torturing a butterfly. She stuck a needle through its wing and now it can't fly."

"Well she's probably just playing," her mother replied with her back turned to Linda, pulling the roast from the oven that soon filled the room with its wonderful smell and made Linda forget about everything for a few seconds.

"No, Mom. You're not listening. She was being really mean to that poor butterfly and then she growled at me."

Her mother turned and looked at her. "Growled at you? Are you sure about that?"

Linda nodded eagerly to make her point. "Yes, Mom. She sounded like Hansen's old dog when you walk past their house and it growls at you from behind the fence. You know, you always tell me it means it wants to warn you to not come any closer. You know that kind of growl. I was afraid she was gonna bite me."

Minna laughed lightly in the way her husband always had loved, the way he found to be
enchanting
, back when they were young and still very much into each other. "Now you're just making up stories," she said and pinched Linda's chubby cheek. "Now go and wash up. Dinner is in five minutes."

"But Mooom," Linda said in that reproachful way only children can.

Her mother shushed at her. "Now do as you were told," she said with a tired tone to her voice from days of taking care of everything in the house by herself.

C
HAPTER 4

M
ARIE-
T
HERESE ENJOYED
her new life even with one more mouth to feed in the house, up until a couple of weeks later when the problems began.

Until then Edwina had been as easy as they come. She kept out of the way most of the time; she hardly ate anything so she wasn't much of an expense either. Marie-Therese had finally quit her job like she had always dreamt of and now she could do what she pleased all day long. The kids were in school and when they came home she would tell them to go to their rooms and keep quiet so she could watch her soaps without being bothered.

Marie-Therese wasn't one of those women who enjoyed cooking, but luckily one of the kids was. Ida had turned out to be quite the pleasure to have in the house. She would cook and even clean up afterward. All Marie-Therese had to do was to go to the grocery store and shop, which was one of the few things she truly enjoyed since down there she could get the latest gossip from Mrs. Hansen who knew everything there was to know about everybody in Arnakke, and then some that nobody else knew.

 Lately they had talked a lot about Thomas Bastrup, Marie-Therese's neighbor who had been very sick for weeks, with a fever that didn't seem to go away. And so they did again on this day.

"It's God's punishment for a sin he has committed, mother would have said," Marie-Therese told the older woman with the curious eyes that saw everything. Even if Marie-Therese really didn't believe things like this, she thought it sounded good and Mrs. Hansen liked that kind of stuff. She had liked Marie-Therese's mother, too.

"The good Lord's eyes see everything," Mrs. Hansen replied. "Even the inside of your heart. He knows what lurks on the inside."

Marie-Therese nodded, but hoped she wasn't right. She didn't like the idea of God knowing what was inside of her heart, or her mind for that matter. She didn't want for him to know the impure thoughts that often kept her awake at night. Thoughts her mother always told her were from the devil, thoughts of sweaty torsos, men in different shapes and sizes, taking her, holding her down and ... well the kind of thoughts that were repulsing and had to be kept under the covers in the darkness. Marie-Therese couldn't stand the thought that God should know what was
really
inside of her.

"He has to repent," Mrs. Hansen said. "Repent for whatever it is he has done that is keeping his body sick. I have prayed for him, I tell you that. Can't bear to see that poor woman alone with the kids and struggling to keep the house together."