Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 29

Chapter 29: Blood and ties.

As David’s frame disappeared further into his house, Phoebe picked up the tray and entered the house. She couldn’t believe how brazen David was to call her by her nickname.

Only people that were closest to her called her by that name, she wondered what he was playing at because they were practically strangers.

“Why of all houses did he have to move into the one opposite to mine? And there is that matter of his grandmother looking for me plus Ruth’s wrong assumption that i know him somehow. It’s all driving me insane. If i didn’t know better i would assume that he is here for me.” Phoebe told Connie whom she had ordered to do the dishes.

With a Sassy attitude, Connie agreed with her. “He paid a hefty price for the previous tenant to leave am sure he did it to gain access to you. You are so lucky that you can date.” She wrinkled her nose as jealousy sparked in.

Shaking her head continuously, Phoebe didn’t want to over think things but on second thought this could actually work to her advantage.

If he was coming after her, then she wouldn’t have to work too hard to get his attention. She would dangle him in front of Ruth like a sweet treat she could only see but not touch or taste.

“I would love to see the look on Ruth’s face when she finds out that the man she longs for now sleeps a block away from me.” She laughed maniacally.

“She’ll want to kill you for sure.” Connie commented.

Phoebe’s phone began to ring and on checking the caller ID, she picked immediately.

“Pheebs? Are you alright? I was worried about how you left things here, your father is a raging lion and everyone is walking on egg shells around here.” Evelyn informed Phoebe.

Not that she was interested in what was going on at home but she worried for her mother whose pressure would spike.

For the most part, her mother treated her nicely from childhood. She was the only person in that house that ever treated her nicely. She was genuinely a nice person. Her brother changed for the worse when he entered his puberty years. Once clingy and sweet to her, he became distant, rude and insensitive.

“Is mom alright?” Phoebe’s voice was coated with genuine concern.

“Well….I mean your father was really furious when Ruth run back in crying profusely accusing you of beating and tearing her clothes. But that can’t be right Pheebs, is it?” Asked her friend.

Phoebe’s head drew back at the mention of torn clothes.

After a minute of silence, Phoebe admitted to giving Ruth two slaps.

“I cannot tolerate that pretentious bitch any longer, she’s such a hypocrite, Evelyn you will only believe it when she stabs you in the back.”

“Slaps? Just two?” Evelyn asked to which Phoebe confirmed.

“Then how come her dress was torn and she had scratches all over her neck. Ruthie also had a big bruise on her forehead the size of a small potato.” Her friend continued to wonder.

Phoebe chortled. “I’ll send you the dash cam footage, she must have done that to herself and lied against me again. What did my father do?”

Evelyn hesitated but finally told Phoebe that the man broke everything that was breakable. “I don’t think I can stay here any longer, in fact I believe that if I wasn’t around he might have harmed your mother whom he blamed for your poor up bringing.

He went on and on about how the Mayfairs are going to be mad when they get to know that their daughter was assaulted. And I agree with him, unless Ruth let’s things settle down, the Mayfair boys will be coming for you.” Underneath her words was a warning.

As the only sister they had, the Mayfair brothers dotted on Ruth. She was their baby sister who was fragile. Everything she wanted, they gave and if anyone so much as harmed her, they always avenged her.

Phoebe wasn’t bothered by the warning. She would not be running like a frightened little lamb. “Let them come, Ruth thinks she’s smart because she hadn’t met her match before me.”

“And David? I cannot believe that you two are fighting over a man, you two are best of friends so give up on him, I mean both of you.” Evelyn made an impossible suggestion.

“Never!” Came Phoebe’s stern voice before she hung up abruptly.

Now more than ever, she needed David because he was the weapon fashioned against Ruth and she was going to use it.

The Saxon spirit was back in time and the moment it appeared Connie opened her big mouth to narrate what had happened in its absence.

“Shut your damn mouth Connie.” Phoebe threw the alarmed ghost a warning look.

The Saxon spirit was even more curious but it wasn’t about to ask. It seemed that whatever it was, Phoebe didn’t want to talk about it.

She placed the small paper men on the table. “We need a bowl, a piece of paper, a needle and a pen.”

Connie who was in hurry to know what was going on, quickly fetched the items and placed them near the paper men.

The Saxon Spirit also told them that they need blood crystals which were in the Magic space. “I’ll take Connie along, it’s better to show her the place just incase you need to send her there.” The two ghosts vanished into the pendant.

“Tell me everything.” The Saxon spirit ordered Connie and without wasting time, the teenage ghost told the story that David and Phoebe had met.

“Ha-ha-ha finally.” Everything was working in its favor especially the incidents that had occurred at Phoebe’s home.

Because of Ruth’s stupidity, Phoebe who was hell bent on never getting involved with David was now open to the idea.

“What took you so long?” Phoebe asked when the two ghosts returned, judging by the big smile the Saxon spirit wore, it was obvious that Connie had spilled the beans.

“Let’s begin.” The spirit ordered Phoebe to kneel before the table. “Now write your family names on pieces of small paper, fold them and place them in the bowl.

Place the four blood crystals gently inside the bowl. From here on, the paper men are going to vomit the blood of each person and if it mixes together then that’s your family, if it doesn’t then….”

“They are pieces of shit.” Connie interrupted only to get scolded by Phoebe who told it to watch it’s language.

“Aaron.” The paper man carrying his blood spilled it into the bowl and disappeared afterwards.

“Elizabeth.” The second paper man did the same when the Saxon spirit called for it.

“That brat Nicholas.” Same thing, so far all the blood had mixed perfectly.

She paused and looked at Phoebe who nodded giving her a go ahead.

“Phoebe, use that needle to prick your finger and put a few drops in there.”

Phoebe did as asked, she barely felt any pain from the prick. She squeezed as much blood as possible into the bowl.

They all watched as Phoebe’s blood seated itself like oil and water. Connie who was in disbelief stirred the blood with her finger but the results were the same.

“Holy shit.” Connie covered her mouth with her hand.