Kellins POV:

"I told you time and time again to not go back in that blasted house!" Cynthia yells at me a kitchen knife in her hand. The blade looked rusty by the looks of it. I roll my eyes crossing my arms and leaning against the wall.

"Are you even listening to me?!" She screams and I just nod no emotion evident.

"Yes mother I'm listening to you" I reply back. Cynthia only sets her knife down on the white kitchen counter harshly before cupping my face.

"Kellin why must you do this? Why can't you just..stay away from that wretched place?" She asks me and I look down at her with pure sympathy. Ever since the 'incident' she hasent been herself. She's all by herself in this home smoking and drinking her days away..waiting for the sweet death that had already taken her husband and son. Poor mother.

"You know I can't stay away from that place.." I state and she just heavily sighs letting go. She probably gave up the last shreds of hope she had for me years ago..I dont even know why she must try to change me now.

"I will not watch another family die in that God awful home.." she says trailing off and grabbing a plate of cookies. I tilt my head. Usually she would offer the neighbors some lemon bread.

This really was a drill at this point. Mom gets upset at me, we fight, she grabs the plate of sweets she cooked, and we head over to the neighbors to appear friendly. Nothing new.

"Kellin why don't we meet our new neighbors, before I find them dead again" she says straightening her raven hair looking at the mirror attached on the wall for a swift second before walking out the front door waiting for me to follow. Why not?

Walking out of the house I lock the door. Following her to the other homes front door I watch Cynthia knock on the door fixing her posture. It took about a couple minutes before hearing footsteps. The person who opened the door was Vic's mother. My new therapist. Smirking we all exchanged our greetings.

"So Cynthia I couldn't help but notice that your last name happens to be diffrent then Kellins, is there any reason?" The women asks and Cynthia giggles. Her crows feet and wrinkles she gathered over the age moving with her facial expressions.

"Well you see my maiden name is Bostwick and when I married Kellins father I chose to keep mine the same while Kellin took his father's last name, bless that poor man's soul..he's probably in heaven at this very moment looking down right at us" she says doing that small cross thing with her fingers making me snort a little.

That earned me a elbow to the ribs and a harsh cough from Cynthia.

"Oh I'm so sorry Kellin I must have extended my arm to far trying to cover up my mouth..do forgive me" she says turning from the neighbor her hazel eyes staring straight into mine. They read danger at this point and I couldn't help but take a step back truly unsettled. That women could be the devil herself.

"Dear I never really did catch your full name mind repeating it to me once more, I seem to be having bad hearing over the past years raising this trouble maker" she says doing a small pointing gesture in my direction.

"Inga Fuentes, my roots vary from a Irish past to my present children who are half Irish and half Hispanic due to their fathers roots" she says with a wide smile. She seemed so proud of her family..it made me sick. I wanted to break that smile of hers. Rip it from that face till it was only ripped flesh hanging by thin bone.

"So where is your husband?" I ask with a malicious snarl earning another elbowing. The women's expression drops.

"He's still in Arizona working out last expenses on our old home" she just says but I could tell her eyes wanted to tell more. I'll eventually know what it is. My mother kept the good guy routine going for a couple more minutes before really handing the women the plater of cookies and happily walking the one step towards our own home.

Looking back at the manor I grin. This used to be my home as well. This used to be 'their' home as well. This is going to be quite entertaining to see how this family goes.

"Kellin promise me you won't hurt that women, just by looking into her eyes I could tell that she had been through some hard times and I don't want you making things worse for that women" Cynthia says and I chuckle.

"You know that's not how it works" I whisper the cool wind taking my words and gliding them through her ears and when the women turns to snap at me I was gone.

Just like the wind I was gone.