The Unmaking (The Rayne Whitmore Series Book 1) by Alanna Faison Read Free Book Online Page B

surrounded Selene
and I as we took her black Dodge Charger to a movie, out to eat, then walked
around downtown enjoying the sights and sounds, I never even noticed that my
phone wasn’t on me. Back in Selene’s bedroom, I reach for my phone on the
charger and find ten missed calls and three voicemails.
                The most recent voicemail
pops up and is from Jazzy. Normally, I don’t do voicemails, but since it’s from
her and she usually texts, I decide to see what’s up.
                “Rayne… Rayne… please,
don’t come home, something’s…” three seconds of Jasmine whispering those
words into the line, fearful, pleading, before I hear the most gut-wrenching
scream ripped from her. I drop the phone on the hard floor and hear it crack.
Part of me recognizes that Selene is next to me, shaking me, questioning me.
                There’s a knot in my
stomach and I know that something’s wrong. I should call the police, I should…
“Take me home Selene, right now,” I demand as I run out the door. I can hear
Selene behind me rushing to the driveway, keys jingling. The twenty five minute
drive to my house seems to take an eternity even with Selene running lights and
speeding for my sake. I try to reach my dad, mom, Jazzy, nothing.
                ‘It’s a practical joke’ I
tell myself. I don’t know how many times I repeat it. Not enough I guess,
because I never end up believing the words.
                We reach the grounds’
front gate and the first thing I see is the entrance’s bars ripped from its
hinges. As Selene carefully drives around, I notice that one of the help is
lying under the broken gate, the spiked decorations piercing through his body.
Before Selene is even stopped, I jump out the car and start sprinting to my
house. Somehow, Selene manages to catch me, showing speed I would have never
known she possessed. She grabs my arm firmly, forcing me to a standstill. I
attempt to pull away from her giving her a stare that could frighten death
itself.
                “If you don’t want me to
break your arm now, you will let me go Selene.”
                “Stop,” she commands,
ignoring my own. She continues to keep an iron grip on my arm and I begin to
feel weaker under her grip. Selene looks toward the house, obviously frightened
and takes two steps back. “This feels wrong. I can feel the evil inside,” she
whispers, her voice trembling.
                “Selene, please,” I plead.
“Let me go. I have to see.”
                “If I let you go, you have
to promise me that you will stay by my side Rayne. I won’t be able to protect
you if you don’t.”
                “Yes, yes, okay, just let
me go,” I agree just so there won’t be any more time wasted. Together, we run
straight into my home because this door too is ripped off the hinges and is
lying a good twenty feet from the door way. Why isn’t the security system
working? Immediately I try to turn on a light and call for someone to answer
me. There is no response or power to the house and a profound fear truly sets
in this time.
                “Call the police Rayne,”
my clouded mind registers Selene tell me.
                “No. Not until I know.” I
have to find my sister, my mom, my dad.
                As I walk deeper and more
carefully in the house, I begin to smell two disturbing things. First, I smell
gunpowder and as I look closely at the walls, I see a mess of bullet holes
piercing paintings and shattered glass. Next, I smell death. I actually smell
death. It takes all my might for me not to gag and continue to press on.
                We reach the stairs and I
hear the sound ‘drip, drip’ coming from above me. I begin to look up but Selene
shields my eyes. “No. Do not look. If you want to find Jasmine, do not look.” I
hesitate, wanting to see what is making the