50. IT'S OVER

“Ya first time here?”

I corked my head up to the driver, nodding my head slightly which sent sharp pain through my skull.

He asked a few more questions but gave up from the lack of a reply. My mouth was burning, my head hammering and body aching badly. I felt weak, queasy, and seriously unwell. The flight had made matters worse, nine hours of absolute hell and I had vomited all through it.

“Just a few minutes away.”

The man’s voice was hitting the nail in the coffin. I was afraid I would vomit again but I had nothing more in me and my pipes burned from all the gagging.

The car slowed down.

I pulled my bag, pulling out a few notes to pay the driver.

My hands pulled the paper bags before I exited the car.

Coming here was a risk. I did not know the state of the house but looking at it, I knew I had made the right choice.

“Bye miss.”

I nodded my head, the driver turning the car away, the tires crunching through the pebbles on the driveway.

I turned, staring at the old stone hous