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!"

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

A frail

that instant. She recognized her mother's

"Mama, where are you?"

here." Wilma replied. "Your father's flashlight is

for the flashlight until she eventually stumbled upon it. She then clicked the thing on and pointed it in the direction her mother's voice was coming from. The light

his hands shaking, while in his eyes was a vacant stare that was off in another world. She saw his lips move while soft,

your dad really bad." Wilma

Lynnette then tuned the flashlight to her mother's face. Her look was worn, yet somewhat at ease. Lynnette knew that something had taken place, but by her mother's lackluster appearance one would believe that she

Lynnette, with trembling hands

At first, Wilma only shook her head from left to right. Becoming more disturbed by the second, Lynnette went over and

"They cut off the power, child. The phones don't

Coming back over to her parents, Lynnette questioned, "Who

"Those people," Wilma continued to shake her

Kneeling, Lynnette persisted, "Mama, what happened here? What happened

Wilma's bland eyes at last connected with Lynnette's. The women stared at each

here and

her breath. "What are you

to look upon her husband. "Those people came in here. They hurt your

a headache, not only from the weariness of

understand who

looked Lynnette in the eye again before saying, "The woman you and your sisters attacked