Destiny

Chap. 7

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     Margret didn't expect his grandmother to open up when she asked about Cleston's childhood. They had been standing in the woods about five minutes after they had heard a twig crack. Looking around making sure they were alone, she started hashing out questions.

      "I'm still confused, why did he become so distant?" Margret couldn't understand exactly why Cleston had blamed himself for his parent's deaths.

     His grandmother, Stacey, sighed, she knew this would be the number one question. She spoke clear, hushed tones, "I'm not quite sure, but I think he might have caused the fire. I don't know how, but everything fell apart after that night." She remembered that night, spots blurry from all the times Cleston had run into her arms crying. His whole body had been shaking in fear, but the one detail that has haunted her was the look and feel of his hands.

    Cleston lay there with his head on his wet knees, frozen in his place. He remembered the pain in his hands that horrible night. His hands had been in that condition for three years prior to that incident. Splotchy and crimson red, his hands had shown 3 degree burns that would match the destruction of his charred home.

    Margret gasped when his grandmother had told her her worst fear. She wasn't crazy! Cleston isn't crazy either! He had actually been telling me the truth.

   Cleston:

Of course my grandmother would be the one to whack Margret with an epiphany. Finally, I see the guilt I think.

Margret startscrying, my grandmother's face sockingly motherly like tword her.