The Point of No Return {sequel to The Arbitrary life of Avery Blake [teacher]}

The Point of No Return {sequel to The Arbitrary life of Avery Blake [teacher]}5

‘Avery… you’re my best friend and I love you… I’ll tell you but just please don’t look at me any differently. And I know you “spilt your guts out to me” and I’m very grateful. Also, the fortune teller was very wise and truthful… but we cannot put all of our hope and trust into this stranger… readings aside.’

I smiled as we met half way with a friendly hug.

‘Can you please tell me now?’ I pouted cheekily.

Meghann rolled her eyes at me as she began speaking. Her whole mode changed around her and her words as this sudden emotion came to surface.

‘Last year –as you may know –I lived with my family in Queensland. But what you didn’t know was that the definition of ‘family’ basically consisted of just me, my mum and her newly married douche of a husband. He was an ex-army Sargent and only recently quit. Um… he and my mum had only been dating a month or so before they decided to get married (although I don’t know how the process of the engagement went). The wedding was only small (if you could even call it a wedding). Me and mum always used to huddle together and talk about what we wished our wedding day would be like and the way it happened was nothing compared to what she had previously told me she would have loved. Anyways… one day, there was this camp scheduled for French class. We had been planning this camp for over a year and then they finally got it together and we were meant to go to Paris, France for 4 weeks. And mum couldn’t be happier for me to go but my step-looser wouldn’t have it; he said it was dangerous and a waste of money. But after many weeks of persuasion and slavery; he finally let me go but with limited money. On the day of the departure, mum took me to the airport as Steve was out drinking with his mates and she slipped me an extra couple of hundred dollars-‘ she said with tears in her eyes and a sad, small smile as she continued ‘- And I promised I would call as soon as I got there and also that I would call her every other day to tell her how it was going… if I met any cute guys, made any friends… things like that.

‘The flight went fairly smoothly and so did arrival and Customs. I had loads of fun and me and mum held contact for a couple of days but then she stopped calling and when I tried to call her; she would answer but she didn’t sound like herself and she didn’t have her usual energy and she would yell at me for calling her and blaming me for things I couldn’t understand…

‘Then after the four weeks of nervousness and eagerness to get home and see mum, I caught a bus home and… and-‘ Meghann tried to say but the words were getting clotted in her throat with the silent sobs, the overwhelming tears and the paleness to her features. ‘Meghann… it’s OK, tell me’ I said softly. Meghann nodded slowly and tried to regain herself and speak. ‘-After I caught the bus home… I had both my suitcases and my carry-on bag with me and I knocked on the door but no one answered so I used the spare key and opened it. A-and th-that’s when I saw it.-‘ she said as she paused for a couple of minutes and I waited for her to compose herself. When she finally did, her voice was a bit crackly ‘He was o-on top of h-her and she had deep cuts everywhere and her blood was all over the place. Th-there was also a knife in his hand which he was using to s-slap her around. But she wasn’t m-moving anymore and so she just lay there like a corpse but she had her eyes o-open. I accidently screamed and he saw me and looked at me with such a look of coldness and death that I tried to shut the door so I could run. Then I turned around to pick up my bags but he somehow managed to open the door and he stabbed me in the back and when I tried to run, the knife was pulled downwards so that’s why I have a long, deep scar down my back.’ She ended as she put a hand through her hair.

She was acting more composed then I currently was as I basically couldn’t breathe. I looked at Meghann with wide-eyes as my face lost all colour.

‘A-and then what happened?’ I asked softly.

‘Oh… um…’

Meghann Vanderent’s POV