A vision of the night her parent's died reveals more secrets and life changing surprises!

It was the night my parents died, just before my graduation dinner and party. My dad said that he loved me and that was his reasoning for everything. He said everything would be along with this key. He handed me a necklace with a key on it and told me to put it some place safe. I told him I would but had no real understanding what anything he was saying actually meant. Then I told him that I loved him too. He got up and left. That would be the night my life forever changed. When he left, I took the necklace and stuck it in my secret floor safe. My dad had it installed to keep anything I wanted private and safe. Suddenly I was pulled out of the vision by a frantic Michael. He was shaking me and screaming my name. I opened my eyes and saw relief flood his face he picked me up in his arms and just held me. “Michael, I can’t breathe please loosen up your grip,” I asked. “Sorry, you just freaked me out, I though you were dying. We need to get you to the hospital and have your brain scanned there is obviously something happening to you,” he exclaimed. “NO, we need to go to my house, I just had another vision and I need you to take me there IMMEDIATELY!” I said.

Chapter Eight

We left his house and got in his car immediately. Driving like a crazy person Michael got to my burnt down house in about ten minutes. I knew exactly where to go.  The stairs were still intact so I carefully walked up them and into my childhood bedroom. On the floor there was a section of flooring that hid my safe. I walked over to it and lifted up the flooring, sure enough it was still there. I punched in the code and there it was the key but also some documents I had never seen nor   remember putting them there. My dad must have had the code and put these here. I pulled out everything and went back to where Michael was waiting and we left. “Where do you want to go now Susan?” asked Michael. “How about this bank, I showed him the papers it had the name and address of a bank I have never heard of.

It took us about two hours to get to this bank it was in Mt. Vernon and called First Bank of Trust. Michael parked his car and we jumped out. Entering the bank I felt like I had been there before but I have not idea why. I don’t remember ever being here before in my life. I told the first employee I came across that we needed to access our lock box. An older man approached us. He said, “Ms. Travis, wow, you have grown, I will help them Mrs. Compton. This is an old family friend.” Michael and I followed the man to his office and he shut the door. “Sir, I don’t mean to be rude, but I have no idea who you are, why do you know me?” I asked looking very puzzled.  He said, “I see you don’t remember me, I was best friends with your father before he passed. My name is Jefferson James.” I looked at him still feeling a little puzzled. His name seems very familiar. I think I remember him. “I’m sorry there is a lot of my childhood I don’t remember for some reason. But I need access to my lock box can you help me with this?” I asked. Mr. James smiled and said, “No problem, I will take you there.” He led us downstairs and then through this locked area that felt life a jail. He swiped a card and led us into the vault. Mr. James led me straight to my box and put in his key. “You need to put in your key and then together we will turn our keys and pull out the box. Then I will leave and give you two privacy, just give me a shout when you are done and we will relock it,” he said. Feeling extremely nervous I slid the box lid off and gasped. There was a ton of bare bonds, cash, legal papers, jewelry, my birth certificate and court documents. I picked it all up slid it in the bag we brought and closed the box again while calling for Mr. James to come back in. Mr. James relocked the box. I thanked him and tuned to leave. Before I could get far Mr. James said, “When you are ready and want to talk about your father I would love to tell you what I know about him and your mother.” I turned around and said, “Thank you, but I can’t right know, this is a little crazy and I don’t really know what to think right now.” I left not looking back. I needed to get the hell out of there. This whole thing has completely freaked me out.

For the whole ride home we drove in silence. Neither of us knew how to feel or what we should say. Soon we reached Michaels house. I hopped out of his car and ran to the door waiting impatiently for Michael to unlock the front door. He opened the door and ushered me in, we immediately went up to his office to go through what we found. “This is so crazy, is this really happening?” I asked Michael. “Honey, take a deep breath, you look like you could pass out. Give me the bag and I will start pulling everything out so we can go through it. I have a safe you can store stuff in when we are done,” said Michael. Michael pulled out everything and placed them in piles for us to review. The first pile was the bare bonds and the cash. The cash is from several different countries. Michael started counting the bare bonds for me and looked at me. “Susan there is more than fifty million dollars in bare bonds, you are now a very rich woman,” he said. “Holy shit, are you sure, I wonder how my dad got those? We were very poor when I was growing up, this is so crazy,” I exclaimed. The next pile was the jewelry. Michael and I looked over the jewelry together. It was incredible I have never seen so much beautiful jewelry in my life. Then I picked up my birth certificate. I turned it over and pushed it to Michael. “I can’t read that right now,” I said feeling more scared and unsure than I have ever in my life. I could see Michael wanting to say something, but then he changed his mind. “Just say it, what ever it is that you are holding back spill it,” I yelled feeling overwhelmed. “Its just that your birth certificate has the name of your biological mother and I think you need to know, maybe the visions will stop once you know. It seems like all of your visions are telling you information to remember her. I just want to help you get through this,” he said. I leaned over and kissed him and grabbed the birth certificate out of his hands and turned it over. It said my name, birth date, dads name and then the name of my mother which was someone by the name of Jasmine Marie Travis. There it is the name of a woman I really don’t remember nor have is seen in years. What do I do with this information? I am so confused and scared. “Michael, what should I do? I am so confused and scared and feel like everything I ever knew about my life was a lie. I am rich as hell which completely blows my mind. Since my dad’s death I have had money, but not like this. This is crazy,” I said. The last pile was the court documents. These I am too scared to look at least not today, maybe not ever. “Michael, will you go over those for me, I can’t handle that right now, I think I am going to go lay down for a little while are you cool with that?” I asked. “Also can you put everything else in your safe? I will take the bare bonds to my bank another day,” I asked as I walked down the hall to our bedroom. I took off all my clothes and climbed in our bed. Before my head hit the pillow I was in another vision. I was about eight to ten years old and we were rushing out of town, my dad was frantic, I felt dizzy like I was drunk or drugged. Someone had drugged me, my dad had drugged me. What the hell was going on where were we going? I felt sick and scared. I feel like we are running from something. I could see a sign it said we were in Kansas. Why were we in Kansas? Suddenly my dad realized I had my eyes open, he yelled for my step mom to give me more drops and then everything went blank.