Compound Fracture Page #3

Get some rest, kiddo.

Gary?

Gary, where are you?

- Hey.

- Hmm.

Hey, it's almost noon.

You've been out here all night?

Yeah.

I have to admit that double bed

does sleep a lot better

without you.

Your dad's snoring

finally woke me up, though.

I bet.

I have a feeling

he's gonna be out for a while

if we just let him sleep.

Did you make some coffee?

I don't know

where the coffee pot is.

- It's in the kitchen.

- Anabelle's in there.

Come on.

Is today still the day?

Michael...

Please don't think

I don't love him.

I wish my mom would've left

years earlier.

You go.

We got this.

I'm gonna have

the first waffle.

Oh, you're such a jerk.

- You want it?

- Mm-hmm.

Pinky, Brandon.

Pinky.

Morning, Junior.

Don't call me that.

And it's after noon.

Juliette.

My dance partner.

How could I forget?

Why are we all

sitting in the dark?

Sh*t.

Hey, can I go check out

that tree house out front?

I just want to see

where you and Mom hung out.

Fine, but be careful.

I think I saw a ladder

in the garage.

Put on a jacket.

Give me that.

There you are.

I was just looking for you.

Do you mind?

No, go ahead.

I, uh...

I put some things

in your luggage.

I don't want Gary to find them.

Like what?

- Keys.

- Oh.

Some instructions,

passcodes,

bank information,

stuff like that.

Okay.

Do you mind?

Not at all.

Of course.

Partners in crime here.

Annabelle, tell me something.

What?

The way Gary treats you...

Why did you stay so long?

You know, I ask myself

the same question.

But, honey,

love is enduring.

I do love Gary.

And I can see you love Michael

very much.

- Yeah, I do.

- And he loves you.

What?

How much did Gary tell you

about Chloe and William?

He told me what he knew.

Chloe and William,

they were married for a while,

and he was... very abusive,

and everybody knew it,

but everybody kept quiet.

You're so weak!

Do you understand?

You hurt my son!

One day he just

lost it on Brandon, and...

he broke his arm.

Badly.

There was a bone poking through.

And finally Michael,

you know, he had enough,

and he just said,

"You have to leave him."

So she did, and she came

to live with us,

but, uh...

a couple days later,

William broke into our house...

and stabbed her.

My God.

We never knew

that part of the story.

- Yeah, I didn't think so.

- I can't even imagine.

And then there's Brandon.

He hates me.

Brandon.

Brandon!

Come on, Dad, help me!

Come on, let's go.

- Oh, my word!

- Brandon, what happened?

- Oh, my God.

- Don't let go of me!

Ow! Stop it, okay?

They're just scratches!

I'm fine!

That's been happening to you

an awful lot lately.

What did you do?

He didn't.

He didn't do anything.

What does this look like to you?

No. No, Michael!

Don't touch him.

Not him.

Not ever.

Watch him!

But it wasn't me.

There's been an accident.

I wonder...

Actually, I was wondering about

the security footage.

Do you guys keep...

Hello?

Hello?

Stay.

Stop it!

Just stop it!

Thank you.

Come on.

Come on, come on.

I'm sorry, Gary.

But there...

there are some things...

I just can't accept,

that I just can't live with.

There you go.

You stay safe, my darling.

Safe.

He isn't telling you

everything,

and when he does,

it will sound crazy.

I may have gone a little crazy

myself to believe it.

You need to tell them

everything.

You need to tell them.

They have a right to know.

It isn't safe

to keep it from them.

Whatever you decide, my dear,

decide it with all your heart.

Anabelle...

Michael!

Brandon, I'm so sorry.

Sh*t.

What are you doing?

Oh, my God.

What is this place?

I thought there might be

a manual switch

or some way I could restart

the server in here.

I don't know

how he's doing this.

- Anabelle is leaving.

- Right now?

Yeah, and she was talking about

something Gary is not telling us

that sounds very important.

So you need to come.

Is her niece here?

I don't know.

I came to find you.

- Sh*t.

- I know, right?

Where's Gary?

I don't know.

I lost him.

He was there one moment

and then he was gone.

I might have a concussion.

I'm seeing things.

- Well, is Anabelle gone?

- I don't know.

What do you mean,

you might have a concussion?

Michael?

I'll get it,

Hi.

Hey, um,

is Aunt Anabelle ready?

Yeah.

Um...

I'm Brandon.

Christine.

Nice to meet you.

So what happened here

last night?

We should go inside.

Okay.

What grade are you in?

Hi. I'm so sorry I'm late.

Is Anabelle ready?

I saw her bags outside.

- Are you Christine?

- Yeah.

We thought that she was

already with you.

With? But I...

I just... I just got here.

Did you guys see this?

Seen what?

It looks like you guys

got TP'd or something.

I hate to tell you this,

but they let the air

out of your tires, too.

Oh, my God.

I changed my mind.

Let's find Anabelle

and go in Christine's car.

I'll come back

with the authorities for Dad

once I get you guys into town.

My car? What's going on?

I really gotta get going.

Look, right now we just really

need to find your aunt.

Michael, where do you think

she could have even gone?

- What is it?

- Go inside.

Michael, what is it?

What happened?

Is it my aunt?

Is she all right?

No.

No, no, no.

You don't wanna know.

Oh, God.

Oh, no!

Help! Help!

Get out of the way.

No, no.

Brandon, come on!

She's dead! Let's go!

Michael, help him!

Brandon!

Boo.

Not so perfect now, are you?

This is just like when he went

ape sh*t on us at home.

It's a game with him.

He's gonna draw us out.

- What do we do?

- I don't know.

He's f***in' playing with us.

I don't get it.

How is he here?

It was him at the tree house.

I think I saw him

when the car broke down.

I saw Mom, too.

Where?

Is he gone?

No.

Never again.

- There you are.

- Get out!

Who the hell

is on my property?

William.

Chloe's husband.

My dad.

But how did he

get through my wards?

That stuff isn't real, Dad.

Neither are ghosts,

I guess you'd say.

I seem to recall my precautions

saving your ass out there.

- Hey.

- Juliette.

Hey.

Hey.

I can barely move my arm,

and my head is...

You just hit your head,

that's all.

Let's get to the panic room.

Come on, honey, let's go.

You're saying Chloe's been

trapped here this whole time.

You called me insane.

The next words out of my mouth

were not going to be,

"Your dear departed sister

is living with me."

And while I'm truly sorry,

I'm glad, too,

because...

I'm losing my mind,

you see?

It's going.

Faster than I'd like to admit.

Pieces at a time.

But now I know

that after I die...

no, after we die...

we'll all come back together.

Here!

That's impossible.

Michael, please tell me that

you are not believing this.

I didn't take it completely

seriously all those years ago.

Truth be known,

I was just an angry drunk

with too much time on my hands.

But our family

has a very unique lore.

I pulled this from the book

The Pack Eternal.

You used to say that

all the time.

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