My Beloved Part One… The Awakening
My Beloved Part Two….The Realization
My Beloved Part Three…..Beth
“You see Beth, I’m not going to the light. You and I are going to find the son of a bitch that killed me.”
The light, dim from the dirty lamp shade, cascades out and engulfs the small living room of the boathouse where Beth stands. The light does little to cover the impending sense of dread she feels from the words Carl just spoke.
“Carl, Do you know what you’re saying? You are upset, understandably, it is natural to feel this way.”
“Yes, I am upset but mostly I’m angry and I want to know why and who did this to me. I thought about this as I sat and looked at my own dead body. I wept for what seemed like hours. Afterward I thought, who could hate me so much to shoot me in the head and leave me for the gators in this god forsaken swamp. I want answers and you can help me get them.”
“I know you want answers Carl, but it is impossible to find them. From my experience you have to accept what has happened and let me help you to move on. Let me help you find the light.”
I looked at Carl, his head hanging low staring at the floor, his handsome face was in turmoil from what I could see of it and I knew what I said never registered. I felt tired and upset, sometimes this “gift” of mine was no such thing. I slowly made my way over to the sofa and sat down softly.
“I remembered Beth.” Carl raised his head defiantly and stared in my eyes. His eyes are cold as steel and the darkest blue. “As I was staring at my body one of my memories came back to me. I was traveling to Potter’s Marsh from someplace far away. It was a Friday. I was coming here to meet someone. I remember driving Beth, listening to the radio and arriving in a wooded area of the swamp. It was dusk as I put my truck into park. As I was stepping out , lights from another vehicle blinded me. I remember not being able to see and hearing a car door shut and footsteps approaching, making crunching sounds from all the underbrush around us. I even remember a silhouette standing there but then it was gone. My memory was gone, just like the last piece of pie at a weight watchers meeting, it disappeared. I know I can remember more if you help me.”
” Carl, Please I can’t…I just can’t.” I watch as he reaches into his pocket and pulls something out. It is small, rectangular shaped, and leather. At once I knew it was his wallet. I watched as he handed it to me.
” Take it Beth he said.”
” Carl, I can’t take it because it isn’t here. You are a ghost, a spirit, solid forms can’t be with you. It is still back with your body.”
Just then he threw it at me, My first reaction was to duck but then I knew that the wallet was not going anywhere. I heard a loud thud as it landed in front of me on the coffee table, on top of the new weekly issue of T.V. Guide. I felt my lower jaw drop at once looking at the wallet in awe. I knew I shouldn’t be seeing the wallet or hearing it land. This was not logically possible.
“Jeeessusss!” I yell as I jump up and almost fall backwards over the couch. “How ? You shouldn’t….I mean you can’t, be able to do this Carl.” I can hear my voice rising an octave as my mind just can’t understand what I’m seeing. “You couldn’t have picked this up and brought it with you. It should be back with your body.”
“I learned something out there, on my knees weeping, remembering as much as I was able, I felt it boiling inside of me wanting to come out and I knew what it was so I let it.”
“What was it?” I asked still looking at the wallet in a daze but I already knew the answer.
“It was anger Beth, the seeing nothing but red kind. I started screaming even though I knew the gators couldn’t hear me. I did it anyway. I let it all out but it didn’t go away. The rage just increased and I went over to my lifeless body and started yelling at it, “YOU STUPID ASSHOLE! LOOK WHAT YOU DID, YOU WENT AND GOT YOURSELF SHOT IN THE HEAD!” That is when I felt this energy all around me, like a buzzing of a million wasps growing louder. I thought I was going to explode until I finally walked over and kicked my body with all the might I had. I watched stunned , as my body slowly fell over to one side.”
” Carl, you mean to tell me you moved your own dead body? Oh my, I say as I slowly sit back down on the couch. I can feel my legs start to shake.
“I was shocked at first and then I started laughing. I fell to my knees and maybe even went a little mad. I don’t know, but as I finally fell silent and sat listening to the swamp noises I realized what I had done. I thought if I could move my own body what is stopping me from moving other things. I felt exhausted and I knew all that energy I felt must have been what was used to move my body. So I sat there, rested for awhile, and looked at the scenery around me. What could I try to move? I saw something glimmering in the sunlight and eased myself up to take a look. I walked over to an old faded crumpled can of RC Cola. I tried hard at first reaching out to grab the can. My hand would pass through it like a sharp knife cuts through paper. I could actually feel the molecules in the can, I know that must sound crazy. I kept trying though and each time I failed to move it. I was getting really aggravated and pissed off and that is when I noticed something. I realized the more feelings I had like anger, aggravation, pain, hurt, and fear it made my energy increase. I could build it up to the buzzing sound I heard earlier and then just like that I could move the can. After awhile I was able to pick up the can. It took a lot out of me each time Beth, I was exhausted but I did it. It was during one of those times of rest that I thought of my wallet. It must hold some answers about me, right? After several attempts I got it.”
“Beth, are you still with me? You’re very quiet.”
I was looking at the wallet still on the table in front of me. A very expensive one with real leather and gold initials that say C.F.R. A man’s wallet. That is what it is but it is so much more. How can this be? I don’t understand. “Beth?” He says gently. I can hear the worry and the pleading in his voice to understand and for my help.
“Carl, I have never seen this before. No dead that I have ever met had the ability to move things or pick them up. I just don’t know what to say.”
“Don’t you think it’s a sign? He walked over closer to the table. We can do this, we can find out who murdered me. Us working together. Please Beth, I will never be able to rest until I know.”
I looked up into his blue eyes. They were no longer dark blue with anger now they were light blue like a cloudless day in the spring. The pleading in them was just to much for my heart. So I decided to help him and knew it was probably the biggest mistake of my life.
“Carl, If we do this how do you think we would even begin?”
“With my wallet, open it up, take out all the contents and let’s go through them.”
He actually smiled when he said that and his smile, well let’s just say it could make a grown woman weak in the knees. I smiled back and took a seat on the couch. Yep..my knees were weak. I reached out and opened the wallet and placed all the contents on the coffee table before me. Just as I finished I felt a cold breeze beside me. “I hope you don’t mind me sitting beside you. I want to see for myself.” He flashed his smile again. He was even more handsome up close. Oh boy, I was right this is going to be the biggest mistake of my life. “I don’t mind.” I replied sweetly.
First up his drivers license, I reach and pick it up and the first thing I see is the shape of the state of Texas shimmering in silver across the front. “I see you’re from Texas Carl.” I look at him and no emotion is showing on his face. I continue on and start to read the information out loud. “Carlton Franklin Richmond The third, 1160 Fairfield Drive Dallas,Texas 75201, Date of birth May 1st 1974, Age 40, height 6 foot 1, weight 195, eyes blue, hair blonde.” I reach out to grab the next card from his wallet.
“Beth.” It was just barely audible and quietly whispered but something in his tone made me turn fast and look at him.
“I remember who I am. I am from a long line of oil tycoons from Texas. The “Rich” Richmond’s as we are called in Dallas Society. I am a multi-billionaire.
****** Coming Soon Part 5 Of My Beloved: The Billionaire *******