A Spiders Web

By Stormy Stewart

A young teen leave home under the cover of night setting out on an adventure with a man she just met. Now married and pregnant, Shes flung into a web of lies. A scorned woman fights for her old life, while his two friends want the teen gone for reasons of their own. Once on the run, the teen finds she has an ally that wants to save her, but will he make it to her in time.

A man with a shady past, creates the perfect life while fighting to hold on to his mothers vision. As his lifes dream manifests, his old lover struggles to destroy it, leaving His unsuspecting teen bride in the middle. Trying to maintain power, He soon finds himself fighting his best friend to keep his lies a secret.

As their life unravels the teen he married, discovers she knows nothing about this man or what things he is capable of. What drew her to this man and what secrets tie them together. Who will live and who will die as his spider web of lies unravels.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 18, 2012
• ISBN: 9781477110294

Stormy Stewart

Stormy Stewart has been described as a mystic, sensitive, and a seer. She was first published as a poet with a poem called “Life is funny”. Stormy has five grown up Children and now lives with her husband in Michigan while starting on a writing career.

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Copyright © 2012 by Stormy Stewart.

Library of Congress Control Number:       2012908362

ISBN:         Hardcover                               978-1-4771-1028-7

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Contents

Chapter 1   ~ Ten years Ago ~

Chapter 2   ~ The Meeting ~

Chapter 3   ~ Day One, Farm Life ~

Chapter 4   ~ Wedding Day Blues ~

Chapter 5   ~ Chasing Memories ~

Chapter 6   ~ Family Takes All ~

Chapter 7   ~ Summers End ~

Chapter 8   ~ The Hunt for Summer ~

Chapter 9   ~ The Search Ends ~

Chapter 10   ~ The Box of Secrets ~

Chapter 11   ~ The Last Goodbye ~

Chapter 12   ~ Just Between Friends ~

Chapter 1

~ Ten years Ago ~

Tommy Two-Trees, a Lakota Medicine man, like his name suggests, has incorporated the best of both the Indian and White man’s world. He dons Indian moccasins, a tribal shirt, a pair of Levis, with a shorter White man’s haircut. He enjoys practicing the old ways while eating cheerio’s. Tommy Two-Trees was every bit a modern day American Indian. He transforms what is useful in the white mans world and incorporates it into his. This is why he is a beloved man of two nations.

Tommy Two-Trees is also a beloved grandfather, and his grandson Tommy’s best friend. Although sad about his daughters passing six years ago, he is glad his grandson has found a renewed interest in the old ways of his tribe. He only wishes it had happened while his daughter was still alive. He had welcomed the chance to teach his grandson the ways of the Indian in a white man’s world. Tommy Two-Tree’s daughter, Autumn-Fawn, had been his inspiration in his early years and now he had found a renewed inspiration within his grandson.

It’s getting near game time as Tommy Two-trees put the finishing touches on his famous Chili. Like with all the football games, he and his grandson enjoy watching them together on his new big screen TV, a present from his grandson two years ago. Tommy Two-Trees sets up two TV trays in the living room in front of his beloved TV. He really looks forward to his Sundays. That’s the day he and his grandson spend the afternoon eating, watching the game, and talking. Since his daughters death, Sundays were his only time to connect with the last of his remaining family, his grandson young Tommy.

There is a standing Joke between Tommy Two-Trees and his grandson Tommy. As a child Young Tommy would always stand tall, and Fight fearlessly, knowing the dangers, yelling, It is a good day to die. Because of this Tommy Two-Trees called his grandson Cochise. True Cochise was not a Lakota warrior but an Apache chief. It was more the name’s meaning (Having the quality or strength of an Oak) that had sprang forth the young mans nickname. But now Tommy’s appearance was very much like that of his namesake, all muscle, with tall classic features, and long black flowing hair. As he grew he looked more and more like Cochise and so the name stuck with his friends as well.

Tommy Two-Trees week hadn’t went well. He had been plagued with the shadows of the ancestors. Something was about to happen. He just knew it. Tommy Two-Trees consulted the great grandfathers. Four days ago, he had even done a medicine journey for answers. Neither the great grandfathers, nor the spirits were talking. Still there was something. It was in the air, in the trees, and even in the rain. Something! This feeling had started six days ago with an owl coming to see him. An Owl usually foretells of a death. But no death.

There had been other signs as well. A feather left in his door, the sign of help needed. This was a secret code that his grandson used to alert his grandfather of trouble at his place. It was usually followed with a late night visit by his grandson, but no visit. He had called their home, no answer. This had left Tommy Two-trees quite confused.

A chill passed through Tommy Two-Trees as he turned and saw his ancestors watching him. The ancestors had been a transparent shadow for a week now. But Today, they were as solid as he was. They were even doing as he was, watching and waiting.

His hair stood on end as the announcer broke through the scheduled programing.

This just in. Billionaire entrepreneur Frank R. Cavanaugh was found dead earlier today, on a patch of deserted highway near Flagstaff. Two other bodies found at the scene and are believed to be that of his second wife Hannah and his son Tyler Thomas Cavanaugh. Until now young Tyler was the presumed heir to the Cavanaugh fortune. Details of their death has not been released at this time. Repeat. This just in Billionaire Frank R. Cavanaugh and family found dead. More at Eleven

Tommy Two-Trees turned to see his daughter Autumn-Fawn standing behind him. She extended her hand towards a chair as if to say, sit. He then felt a sharp pain shoot down his arm. A bit confused by both the visit as well as the news, Tommy Two-Trees made his way to the chair. The Ancestors looked on, waiting. His daughter who stood before him, extended her hand to her father. A stillness shrouded the room. As Tommy Two-Trees eyes turned to see his grandson young Tommy.

Cochise? The old man said grabbing his chest as he went down.

"Grandpa! What’s wrong? Young Tommy yelled as he reached out for his grandfather.

The TV repeated the news cast as Tommy tried to comfort his grandfather.

Tommy Two-trees died before his grandson could make the 911 call.

Tommy had seen the ancestors, as well as his mother, at his grandfathers side. Then for just a fleeting moment Tommy could see only his mother standing in front of him holding his grandfathers hand and just as fast, they both disappeared. Leaving Tommy alone with his Grandfathers body. Tommy made just one call that day. It wasn’t 911.

Tommy had been sitting on the front stoop waiting for the police to show up for over three hours. He was surrounded by the men he had always referred to as The old man’s henchmen. No one spoke. It was late autumn. The bee’s buzzed past on the way to the Lilac’s, while the crickets chirped their condolences. The owl that his grandfather had seen was watching them from a near by tree. Tommy would look up at the owl every once in awhile. He knew why the owl was there. The yard was adorned with an ambulance, his grandfather’s truck, two black Sedan’s and a helicopter.

Tommy’s grandfather body remained inside lying face up on the living-room floor. The ambulance had came only minutes before the police. As the police pulled up, his Dad’s right-hand-man, a man Tommy had known only as Davis, handed Tommy a license. A license with Tommy’s picture and the name Charlie Two-Trees. The man then headed to greet the police.

Hello officer, I’m David Davis. These are my associates Stanton and McConnell. Mr Davis said.

As Tommy watched from the stoop the man continued.

This is Charlie Two-Trees and this is his grandfathers place. We came with news of his other grandson’s death and that of the boys Father. The Man just keeled over, a heart attack we suspect. So we called the paramedics. But alas it was too late. The paramedic’s will be taking him away soon. The poor child. Now he has lost a cousin, an uncle and a grandfather in one day. With your permission sir I will take him home now. Here is my card and that of our attorney in case you need to contact any of us. It’s been a truly trying day for the lad. Mr. Davis said.

Without another word, or the police’s permission, Davis ushered Tommy to the waiting helicopter and they were gone. Leaving behind only the stunned police and paramedics to do their thing. The house was then closed until a decision could be made as to what to do with it. Mr. Davis had no thought one way or the other and felt Tommy had dealt with enough for awhile.

Mr Davis sighed. The Boy’s father had left explicit orders that should he die, no matter how, they were to protect Tyler no matter what. It was the no matter what that Mr. Davis hated agreeing to. He knew Young Tyler was a hell raiser and nothing good would ever come of such a lad. But Frank and David had been friends since childhood and David would do anything for him, anything. So reluctantly he had agreed.

Tyler then became Tommy. He continued his rebellion lashing out at the corporation every chance he had. Still Mr Davis Kept his word. Bailing Tommy out of skirmish after skirmish. Until, tired of playing that game, Tommy went into hiding. He took with him a hundred thousand dollars for pocket change. Mr. Davis had no idea where Tommy had went for that year. He didn’t care. He loved the quiet time while it lasted. Every month Mr. Davis put another hundred thousand into an account for Tommy in case, but Tommy never used it. And so each month the money grew.

The house sat empty for eight years until Tommy returned to take over his grandfathers farm. That was two years ago. The first eight years Tommy had struggled with spirits, both the beverage and the invisible kind. Slowly that gave way to his mothers vision he had remembered growing up. That was the one thing that never dimmed from his childhood memories. He could see it as if it was yesterday.

Tommy walked with his mother over to the neighbors house to deliver a present for the new baby. His Mother, a visionary, had foretold of the child’s coming and of the marriage between that child and her son. Young Tommy at present, age Twelve. As with most boy’s, Tommy’s thoughts were never of marriage. His thoughts ran more towards football, baseball, and actually talking to a girl. But being half Indian and a warrior, Tommy understood the importance of honoring a vision. He did. But just for a moment, as he peered into the new baby’s bassinet, he wrinkled up his nose and shaking his head in discuss, he quietly said, YUCK!

I know son, but someday baby Kate will be beautiful and your hearts desire. This I promise you. His mom said as she smiled and patted him on the shoulder. You can go play now but be home in time for dinner.

That memory held such love and pain for Tommy. It was a vision from his mother, to him alone and the last thing his mother would ever say to him. She was died later that day.

These last two years were used as a means to set into action that very vision. Because of his mother leaving, Tommy had trouble believing people would remain in his life. This gave way to him dismissing good relationships just in-case. It also drove him, into the arms of jet setters who wanted him only for his money. In that way, he would never become to attached to any woman.

Since returning to his grandfathers farm, Tommy had saw to the old house’s needs for fresh paint, new plumbing, screens and roof. He also installed a hidden door in both the house and the barn with an underground tunnel from one to the other. Then he put on an addition of a bathroom off the master bedroom with a large jacuzzi. It was a luxury he and his grandfather had always wanted.

His grandfather and mother would show up from time to time to check on his progress. Of course only Tommy could see them. This made his friend Decoda a little uneasy. Usually he would just smile, thinking to himself, I hope this is not a sign that he is flipping out again. After all it had been ten years since Cochise had flipped out, as they say. That thought put Decoda mind a little more at ease. After all ten years is almost a lifetime. Still that day haunted Decoda every day of his life.

It was during this time that the two young men decided to open a building company that specialized in homes and renovation. It gave them both a means to money and an outlet for their bottled energy. The company took off like a rocket. This enabled Jen, Decoda’s wife, to stay at home where she wanted to be. It also gave them the money to do about anything they want, when they wanted.

To fall back on, Tommy had his family’s money. With it they enjoyed a jet set lifestyle full of sex, drugs, and women. That coupled with the fact that Tommy didn’t exist as far as anyone knew, afforded him with added immunities. From time to time he found that he just had to push to the limit.

At times it would put a bit of