The Enmity (NEW)

It was about a 5 hour drive. Lots of traffic. I don’t understand how people can just drive like this their whole lives. I finally reached the house at around 5PM. It was a nice house. Looked old, like it was built in the mid 80s, but still nice. It seemed pretty secluded, dirt road, long driveway, the works. I knocked on the door and while I heard someone coming to answer it, all I could feel was rage. This dude killed my best friend. As soon as they answered, I was taken aback. I realized this probably wasn’t my guy. I didn’t know what to say. My thoughts were going a million miles a minute. “Do you know someone named Elliot,” I asked. “I had a son named Elliot. I’m sure we’re not talking about the same person because my son has been missing for nineteen years now.” Damn. “What’s all this about?” she asked. “I– I- lost someone,” was all I could get out. I started to bawl and I collapsed to my knees. She just stood in front of me, and waited for me to stop crying. Once I was done, she asked, “What’s your name, dear?” “Sam,” I replied through sniffles, “Samantha Selman.” She paused for a moment and then pulled me up. She was really strong. “I’m Beulah Elsher,” she said to me, “I haven’t had anyone to talk to in years. Let’s get you fixed up, dear.” She led me into her home.

The Emnity (OLD)

"It was about a 5 hour drive. Lots of traffic. I don’t understand how people can just drive like this their whole lives. I finally reached the house. It was a nice house. Looked old, like it was built in the mid 80s, but still nice. It seemed pretty secluded, dirt road, long driveway, the works. I knocked on the door and while I heard someone coming to answer it, all I could feel was rage. This dude killed my best friend. As soon as they answered, I tackled them. It wasn’t until after we were both on the floor that I realized this wasn’t my guy. I had just tackled an old woman. I quickly got up off of her. “What did you do that for?” She asked. I didn’t know what to say. My thoughts were going a million miles a minute. “Do you know someone named Elliot,” I asked as I helped her back to her feet. “Sorry, dear, I’m afraid I don't know anyone by that name.” Damn. “What’s all this about?” she questioned me. “I– I- lost someone,” was all I could get out. I started to bawl and I collapsed to my knees. She just stood in front of me, and waited for me to stop crying. Once I was done, she asked, “What’s your name, dear?” “Sam,” I replied through sniffles, “Samantha Selman.” She paused for a moment and then pulled me up. She was really strong. “I’m Beulah Elsher,” she said to me, “I haven’t had anyone to talk to in years. Let’s get you fixed up, dear.” She led me into her home."