We don’t ask to be born. But we are expected to fit into the world we enter into. Such was the life of Jack Barras. Fit in. Do as I say. Then, one day at the age of five, he is shoved out of his family’s life forever, left in the middle of town all alone. He’s told not to come back or look for them. He is lost, hungry and abandoned.
The first day was the hardest. It was pouring down rain when they took him into town in the old 1917 Ford Model T. Jack peered out the back window as the buildings came into view. It was his first trip to town. It was 1922, Liberty, Texas. The excitement he felt would soon turn into fear. He held onto his 12-year-old brother’s hand as they exited the car and walked in the rain to the Liberty Train Depot. Aril lifted him up and sat him on the edge of the Depot platform. “Stay here and don’t move until someone comes and offers to help you. And don’t tell them your last name. You hear me, Jack? You don’t have a family anymore. You don’t know anything but your name is Jack. That’s it. Don’t come back. If you do, I’m afraid for you. I love you Jack. Never forget me or forget that I love you!
“Where are you going, Aril?” Jack was getting scared.
Aril held back tears as he turned to leave. His heart was in his throat as he choked back the tears. His fists were clenched and he was angry. He cried back over his shoulder. “Don’t you dare leave that spot, you hear me Jack? I mean it. Don’t move until someone comes to help you!” Tears stung his eyes and pain stabbed his heart as he crossed the street running to the Model T. He opened the door and got in.
Slumping in the seat, he rubbed the fogged up window so he could see Jack one last time. “Boy. Did you tell him to sit there?” His dad started the car and it slowly moved forward and sputtered, then died. He cranked it again, this time it moved and kept going.
“Yes, sir.” Aril wanted to die.
Jack watched in disbelief as the car faded into the heavy rain. He climbed up onto the old Train depot platform and leaned as close to the building as possible to keep dry. It was midsummer but the rain gave his small body chills. His head was hurting and his nose began to run. Crying didn’t help the situation any. He would remain on that platform for three days before anyone came. But, he waited.
Alice's heart was racing. The hotel light was dim. Musty air filled her nostrils as she flipped through the papers on the desk. Somewhere in here, she would find the address. A presence in the room went unnoticed at first. Then the hair on the back of her neck stood straight up. She could feel the eyes pressing on her back. The prickle of her skin as it crawled up her spine made her shiver. She stood there for a long time frozen in place, trying hard not to panic. Trying not to show fear, or to show that she knew there was someone in the room with her. Her palms were sweaty as she steadied herself to turn and look at her predator. Just as she was ready to turn, she spotted the letter opener. Picking it up, she turned it so that it would be against her wrist, going up her arm, hidden from view.
Veils of rain hammered the windshield of the hummer as it struggled thru the gorge of mud. Thick muddy water kept pouring over the top of the hill shedding its debris along the edges of the road. Sliding sideways, fishtailing, spinning and sputtering, the hummer finally reached the peak of the hill. Balancing atop the knoll, it died. Frantically turning the ignition key, Rose couldn’t get the engine to ignite. Stomping on the gas pedal surely didn’t help. Maybe she had flooded it.
The wind was picking up and the rain pelted the windows, hammering and clawing at it begging her to open up and let it in. There would have been dead silence if it hadn’t been for the torrential downpour. Cold air began to find its way into the cab shoving the warm air out. Soon it would be freezing inside if she couldn’t start the engine. Over and over again, she turned the key – finally the engine came to life, sputtering and shaking as if it wanted to die.
She quickly put it in gear and hit the gas. Again, the hummer began sliding sideways and mud was spewing off the back tires. The rear end sunk deeper and deeper into the muddy hill. A loud thunderous boom shook the hummer and the sky lit up with fingers of lightning ripping through the dark curtains of clouds that blanketed the heavens.
There was no time to sit and wait. No one would come for her. Even if they were looking for her, they wouldn’t know where to look. She hadn’t shared her secret with anyone. She laid her head against the steering wheel and wept.
Where was the manual to life? She played a big part in the murders of innocent people. Although she hadn’t raised an angry hand toward anyone, never wielded a knife, shot a gun, used an axe, administered poison, choked the life out of anyone, she felt just a guilty. If only. Trapped in the mud, engine idling, she reached for her cell phone. She pulled out the piece of paper she had found earlier on the counter at home. Unfolding it, she read the note as she dialed her husband’s number. It read “whatever you do will come back to you eighteen-fold.”
“Come on, Mike, answer.” A voice boomed into the phone “Hello, there. I hope you are having a wonderful day. I sure am. Leave a message and I’ll get back to you.” Slamming the phone shut, she threw it back into her purse.
Somewhere in the back, there was a blanket, water and the igloo she had packed food in. If she was conservative, she could wait it out until morning. The blanket had a plugin to the lighter and would keep her warm. Hopefully, it wouldn’t drain the battery down. She was too scared to shut the motor off – it may not start up again.
She climbed into the back to rest across the bench. Making a makeshift pillow out of a sweatshirt she had left on the seat days before, she snuggled underneath the blanket after plugging it into the cigarette lighter. For the first time in a long time, she felt warm and safe. Even if she was stuck in the middle of nowhere, she felt safe.
Two months had passed since she found the five bodies. They were found lying on their stomachs hands bound behind their backs with their legs drawn up to their hands with nylon cord. Each had died at the hands of the evil monsters. Two of them were her sisters. Rose was the oldest of the three by a whole minute. Iris came next, screaming and flailing her little arms. Lily was the silent one. She was born 5 minutes after Rose and wasn’t breathing. Rose was the only triplet left. She felt lost. She had tried to get her two sisters, Iris and Lily to listen to reason, but they wouldn’t. They only ignored the signs, but now it was too late for them. She was the only one left that could to put an end to the horrific murders.Project Details | Visit Website