Chuck Taylor Must Die

Everything started with a number. Amelia always loved Chuck her sister's best friend and most popular player in school. Having seven girlfriends at once. The girls know which one they are by a number on a piece of paper. But Amelia is number one and the only one. There's secrets only Amelia and her friends can find and finally discover the truth behind Lawrence's disappearance all those years ago. On top of everything that Chuck is dying and needs her help.

P.S- Any movellian who is under the age of thirteen should not read this story. It contains sexual content and I do not want this movella removed. It is very important to me as being that the subject of cancer is very near to my heart. I trust that everyone will be honest about this and respect my wishes and the websites.






How much death can one person take in one lifetime? Hundreds? Two? Thousands? Me I don't think I can handle another. I remember when my grandmother died. It was an open casket and she looked so peaceful. But I knew deep down she was trapped somewhere that it wasn't her time to go. I remember that I looked at her hands, her fingernails were always candy apple red and always in pristine condition never chipped or uneven or too sharp. But her hands in her casket weren't pristine in any way. Her fingernails were chipped and and too short and pink. A peaceful death wouldn't do this to her hands. My grandmother's death was dramatic but a twelve year old girl couldn't possibly be correct on such matters.



Kyle's funeral was open casket as well because his wounds were easily hidden with clothing. His wake was in the same room my grandmother's took place in kind of ironic really. Six years ago I stood exactly where I am looking into a casket of a person who shouldn't have died only now I know for certain that Kyle was murdered. Kyle looked almost asleep he was six years old. I chose a baby blue coffin with creme silk for the lining I owed him at least a luxury in death he sacrificed himself to save my daughter. I placed the only picture of us and his teddy bear Mr. Wiggles next to him and carried on I saw all his real family who refused to take him in crying fake tears I wanted to scream at them that if they had taken him in none of this would have happened he wouldn't be dead right now. But I didn't I held together for Kyle, for Chuck. After-all his brother is the one who did this hideous crime. My sister took Lawrence's side, the monster's side! I'm her sister she's supposed to side with me. Chuck and I were betrayed but I lost more. He lost a brother and a boy he saved. I lost a sister, a boy who felt like a son, and both my parents and soon I'll lose him...again. So excuse me for crying. 



I moved on to my parents double casket, this one closed because of what that monster did to them. When I found them they were bloody skeletons. No faces I only knew who was who my what side of the bed their remains were on. I place two single roses and their wedding rings on top of the casket. I said goodbye and I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist, I breathed in his cologne...Chuck I smiled and turned around. 


"Hey sweetheart." he said guilt wrapping its ugly gnarled hands around his larynx and throat squeezing them into a croak. Sadness cloaking his eyes like a dark mist I couldn't lift.


"Hey don't beat yourself up about all of this it wasn't you who did it. It was your so called brother and probably my no good sister."


"Thanks for that but I am made of the same egg as that monster."


"Its okay he did it he'll be the one to pay for it."


"But I should have known something wasn't right with him at least."


"No no-one could've known not even with weird twin powers." I forced a laugh a small one but still a laugh. 


"Haven't heard you laugh in a week, it sounds unused."


"I know. I have to make the speech to start the speeches."


"Yes go do the Eulogy. I love you," he kissed my nose and went to take his seat. I was to sing Amazing Grace. Everybody said I was a beautiful chapel choir singer. The priest said no one in Middleton Idaho could sing that song like I could.  I stepped in front of the caskets and took a deep breath queuing the piano to begin and I began to sing.


Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.


Everyone sat down as soon as the first word was sung and I stood up there in my black dress and veil and nicest high heeled shoes and I sung that song for my mom, my dad, and my son.


T'was Grace that taught...
my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear...
the hour I first believed.


Through many dangers, toils and snares...
we have already come.
T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far...
and Grace will lead us home.


The Lord has promised good to me...
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be...
as long as life endures.


When we've been here ten thousand years...
bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise...
then when we've first begun.


Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see. 


The whole time even when the song had ended I looked straight into Chuck's eyes and then his crescent moon birthmark and couldn't help but think that birthmark was the only thing that kept me from sending the wrong twin to jail. But I looked at his face and saw Lawrence. I had to look away so many times. Why did Lawrence have to spoil Chuck's face for me? Now all I see is a monster. 

I love Chuck and I'm not going anywhere but I hope that monster dies for what he did.

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