Help? Part 6

In continuation with Part 5





Sam come here I have to show you something, shouted Bob.
Yes, what is it?? Asked Sam.
Look we have to dial this number. We can get some clue from it, said Bob.
Clue??? 'Regarding what Bob'? Asked Sam.
Look Sam I think my dad is having any affair and this is the reason why he murdered my mom. I just can't keep quiet, 'not any more'. I want you to help me SAM, shouted Bob.
What???? Wait a minute Bob. Your mom was NOT MURDERED. Stop Blaming your dad for it. It was an accident Bob. Get over it, shouted Sam in response.
I will do it alone then, Bob declared.
Do whatever you want but first let's go for your appointment with Dr. Jorge. He is your psychiatrist, maybe he can make you understand things better Bob. You just don't listen to what we say. Pick up your bag now and let's go.
Before we enter his cabin just listen to me for once Sam. Don't show like you also don't care. I need you Sam. I need you help please…, said Bob almost like begging.
Okay what you want me to do??? Asked Sam.
I have one number in my mind. We need to look for it Sam it's very important. We can't just waste time any more. We have to be quick, said Bob excited.
But who gave you this number Bob? Asked Sam, still confused.
Sam I am telling you everything but you have to promise me you won't let anyone know about this, confirmed Bob.
Yeah! Fine but make sure to tell me everything warned Sam.

Before dying mom promised me she will never leave me and I never thought she was serious about this. Sam she still lives with me. I can see her, and she wants me to find out about this person. Last night when I was sleeping and I heard someone calling my name. As I opened my eyes I saw my mom sitting on the top of the Almira. Her hair all opened, and she was naked, only her bones visible. Her eyes were bleeding and she kept calling for me. Her voice was the only thing audible and suddenly she jumped off the Almira and slowly started moving towards me. I was scared and wanted to move out but I couldn't move. Now my breath became the second audible thing. I wanted to shout but I couldn't. She placed herself on top of me. I tried harder to move. As hard I try, as hard her nails got inside my chest. I wanted to close my eyes but I couldn't. Blood coming out from her eyes start getting into my eyes. As if she was trying to transfer her pain into me.



I want to help her Sam. I love my mom. She dedicated her everything to me, dad, to every fucking man who just forgot her just like that. You know how kind-hearted she was Sam I don't need to tell you that.

But what about the number Bob??? And who gave you that number??? Asked Sam.
She used to write diary during her college time. I got the number from there. Are you in this with me? Asked Bob.



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