COLOURS OF THE DEVIL のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

MATURE SCENES AHEAD. FOR 18 YEARS AND OLDER. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. AUGUST 8TH, 2009ACE'S POVA week had passed since the death of Harrison. Pebbles had been in a zombified state ever since; she eats and sleeps, that's it. She hardly spoke to us. Plus, the police coming by the house; poking around, and digging us for answers didn't help the situation. She didn't fight Pops and me when we indicated she should see her therapist twice per week.I was surprised though that she only had one nightmare throughout this entire ordeal.She had been staying in the guest room downstairs; she was unable to make it past the first set of steps. Pops was working hard trying to get us into our new home before the end of the month; this house was now corrupted and stained with death and dreadful memories.“How's she holding up, son?” Pops asked. He and G-pa had been worried sick. Jilly had been coming over every day, but Pebbles refuse to see her. The only people she allowed her company were Pops, G-pa,

COOKIE'S POVI was so concerned about Pebbles. She hadn't been receiving our calls for the past few weeks. But we knew she had been struggling to grapple with the horror of the incident with Harrison. She had been through so much, I just hoped she would be OK.I should have known that it was Mobley doing the killings, especially after I saw the news broadcasts a few months back. The details were gnawing at me. When the anchor lady informed the viewers that a slew of black girls had been slaughtered during sex, I should have known it was Mobley. I got thrown off when the news reports said that a few were consensual sex. But most of the victims showed signs of struggle, which meant that they were raped before they were strangled. They all were around 5'2 and had the same complexion as Pebbles, even their hair and eye colour were just like Pebbles'. I remembered finding it very eerie.“Why the fuck are you staring into space?” Sinister howled at me, disturbing me from my thoughts. He had

BRADLEY'S POVI sat in the coffee shop at the corner of Grace Street, sipping on a vanilla cappuccino. “Where is Jimmy?” I questioned myself. Seeing that he was 20 minutes late. He informed me he had some important news to pass on, but that he couldn't do it over the phone. Albert Penn also responded to come to meet us all the way from Georgia. I waited for another 20 minutes before I saw Jimmy strolling into the shop. He had an elderly gentleman with him. I assumed it was Albert. “I apologize for being late Bradley, I had to make a pit stop," Jimmy pulled out a chair and gestured for the old man to sit, then he took the seat next to him. “Bradley, say hello to Albert Penn," Jimmy announced.“Ah! So, you're Miranda Townsend's, Albert Penn?" I stretched my palm out to shake the man's hand. He was still a handsome-looking fellow. One could tell he was quite the looker in his prime. His silver hair was slicked back in a pompadour. His brown eyes were strikingly handsome, and his tall s

AUGUST 27TH, 2009BRADLEY'S POV“I wish to meet her today. I am an old man. Who knows how much longer I have on this earth?" Albert explained. It upset him I wouldn't let him see Pebbles. She had been discharged from the hospital just 3 days ago. The doctors informed me she was OK, only a little whiplash. “Albert, you have to consider that she has been through a lot. How do I introduce you two without telling her the story behind who you are?"“I don't know, but from what I've discovered, Pebbles is stronger than you realize. Something tells me she can handle it.”“I think you should let him meet her, Bradley. Pebbles has a right to know," Jimmy added.“OK. But it'll have to be a brief visit because I am busy moving into our new home. We only have 4 days remaining in this place. I promised everyone we'll be out of this house by the 1st of September," I announced.“And Bradley, are you sure you don't want company to go with you to Florida?” Jimmy asked.After what he had revealed to me

PEBBLES' POVIt was late afternoon, Ace texted me letting me know he was on his way home. I just had my third shower for the day. I knew summers were expected to be hot, but today the sun was at full blast, I prayed many times, beseeching God to turn it down a notch. Earlier, I heard on the radio that this summer has been the hottest one recorded in Massachusetts since the 1950s.I was dripping in sweat from head to toe. My skin was glistening and my nape damp. I took a few ice-cubes from the freezer and added them to my glass of water. This heat made it difficult to breathe, I sighed as I hoisted the water to my mouth and quaffed it down in one go.I heard the rumble of an engine and then tires screeching in the driveway. I proceeded to the window and peeped outside. Ace was home.I observed as he exited the car. I could detect the salty droplets trickling down Ace's face like gentle summer rain. The pellets of sweat rippled onto the concrete pavement as he conducted his way to the f