The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

11:37 p.m.

Lynnette sat in the backseat of the cab, huddled in the corner like a horrified child. She wanted the cab driver to take his sweet time getting back to her parents' house. She prayed that every traffic light they came across would hold for the longest time. All the woman could see in her mind was the disappointed looks on her parents' faces; not once did she even entertain a single thought of Isaiah. She couldn't even speak the boy's name inside her own head.

With every stop the cab made Lynnette's heart dropped to the floor. She didn't even have the courage to glance out the window at the nighttime scenery just to see where she was. All that mattered to her was time and how much of that time she could possibly waste inside the span of one evening.

"Here we are." The cab driver announced as he stopped and put the vehicle in park.

Lynnette finally looked up and out the window to see her house which was completely blackened. She knew that someone was inside and that those people were usually in bed by ten p.m.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a five dollar bill which she promptly handed to the driver.

"This is only a down payment." She said. "I need to go inside and do something. Could you please wait out here for me? I won't be that long."

The young, white man took the bill and replied, "No problem; I'm at the end of my shift anyways."

Then, with as much skittish mettle as she could assemble Lynnette rolled out of the cab and began for the front porch.

"All I need is a hundred and nine dollars." She murmured to herself. "I promise I'll be back before the year's end. I'll give the money back to you when I return. I just need to go and do something for a while."

The slower she walked the more she recited her ill-fated speech. Before long, however, she found herself face to face with the front door.

Just as Lynnette was about to pull out her house key, her eyes caught sight of the door which looked somewhat odd. She noticed that the door itself appeared as if it wasn't closed all the way. Immediately, what she had to say to her parents didn't seem to matter all too much.

Lynnette lightly shoved the door open and said out loud, "Mama! Daddy!"

and outlines of furniture. She clutched her aching stomach at that stage, wondering just what on

"Lynn." A frail

into cardiac arrest at that instant. She recognized her

"Mama, where are you?" her voice

replied. "Your father's flashlight is lying next to the

in the direction her mother's voice was coming from. The light shined on both her mother and father who were seated on the floor in front of the couch. Her mother was cradling her dad in

She could see his hands shaking, while in his eyes was a vacant stare that was off in

"They hurt your dad really bad." Wilma uttered while

ease. Lynnette knew that something had taken place,

Getting closer with only her flashlight, Lynnette, with trembling hands and legs asked, "Mama,

the second, Lynnette went over and attempted to cut on the lamp that sat on the end table next to

the power, child. The phones

her parents, Lynnette questioned, "Who cut off the

"Those people," Wilma continued to shake her head in

Kneeling, Lynnette persisted, "Mama, what

Lynnette's. The women stared at each

here and took your

lost her breath.

Wilma only dropped her head to look upon her husband. "Those people

headache, not only from the weariness of the days that were wearing her nerves thin, but by

"Mama, I don't understand who you

Wilma then looked Lynnette in the eye again before saying, "The woman you and your sisters attacked in the park. The man she was with, and