Sam put the phone on loud speaker and came over to where she was sitting on the bed with Alex practically molded to her body. As soon as Sam sat beside her on the bed, the child scooted to the far end of the bed, where he cowered in fear. Sandra felt tears spring to her eyes. An opportunity … all she needed was a fucking opportunity, and she would gladly kill this bastard so that she could escape. Yes, she had gotten to that point. Dan picked up the phone on the first ring.“Hey, Dan … it’s me.” Sandra said before he could speak, trying to sound breezy and nonchalant, but she could tell that she was doing an extremely poor job of it.“Sandra, thank God! I was scared that something bad had happened. Are you fine? You don’t sound too fine.”“No, I’m okay. How are you?”“I’m fine, now that I know you’re okay. How’s Alex? He must be walking and saying some words by now, not so? You don’t ever tell me anything about him, and that’s not fair. I’m his blood, you know, and God forbid, if anyt
Sam had gone on his usual drinking and drug usage craze, refusing to take his meds, no matter how much Sandra pleaded. Now, he was home and was clearly not himself. She could count on her fingers the number of times that he was sober. Their finances were running very low because all Sam cared about nowadays was his booze and being high. Since she wasn’t on good terms with her parents, she had had to turn to Sam's parents for help feeding Amy and herself, but Sam had run through that money too, so she had no choice but to turn to Dan for financial help, even though she was embarrassed that he now knew things were not as rosy as she portrayed them to be. As always, Dan came through for her, and this time around, she was wise and experienced enough not to let Sam know about the money that her brother gave her. Somehow, Sam continued to get his supply of booze and drugs, but now, he was more hot-tempered than ever. Sandra also got two jobs so she wouldn’t have to turn herself into a begg
“Let go of me, you crazy bitch!” Sam yelled now, finally shaking her off him, and cradling his wounded arm, from which blood trickled slowly from where she had sunk her teeth into his flesh.“You killed Amy!” Sandra spat at Sam now, the sight of his sickly, pale, and crazy face in the glare of the lamp disgusting her more than she had ever thought possible.“Huh?”“You killed my daughter, and I will rather die than let you kill my son too.”“Ah! But if memory serves me right, you were the one who killed Amy. I will never kill my blood, you know, which is more than I can say for some people.” Sam mocked.“It was a mistake. It was a fucking mistake, and if you hadn’t been such a bastard that night, none of it would have happened.” Sandra cried, guilt overwhelming her.“Are you sure about that, Sandra? I mean, maybe she was disturbing your sweet, sweet sleep, which you were so eager to get back to that you threw her down the stairs. I saw you, you know.” Sam said. Sandra let him drone on
It was the wee hours of the morning, the time when sleep was sweetest. Becca had to get up in a few hours and prepare to go to the school where she taught, so she was making the most of the remaining time, which was why when someone knocked on her door at that time of the morning, she ignored the sound, sure that she must be dreaming or something. She had slept late, owing to Emma’s fussing, not that Becca could blame her. The child was teething, and Becca had tried all sorts of things to relieve her, all to no avail. The knock came again, and this time, Becca groaned, squinting in the dark, but still not getting up from her bed. It was when the knock came the third time that she sat bolt upright on her bed, eyes wide open in the dark. Who could be knocking on her door so early in the morning? Dan was going to be at the hospital all night long, and even for a better part of the morning, but even if he was the one at the door, he would not knock. He would just let himself in with a key
FIVE YEARS LATER It was sweltering hot today and even bathed in the cool air that the air conditioner in his car blasted, Ryan could still almost ‘feel’ the heat emanating from the sidewalk and the asphalt on the surface of the road. He was patiently waiting for Taylor to make her way over to the car so they could go home, or perhaps because of how hot it was, go get some ice cream first before heading home. Ice cream … He shuddered a little and then shrugged the horrid feeling that came over him away. For some reason, the words ice cream never failed to remind him about that horrible, horrible day five years ago. He supposed that the reason was that he had been planning to take Taylor and Tyler out for ice cream that day because of how hot it was. Five years later, he still wasn’t over Tyler’s death. He doubted that he would ever be over it, and that was okay. He had loved Tyler and still loved him, even though he was long gone. He soon saw Taylor, her dark hair, which he had bound
“I don’t get why I have to go to a stupid summer camp!” Emma exclaimed angrily, folding her arms over her small chest and frowning at her adorable face, a face which was the smaller, female version of Ryan's. She stamped one leg on the floor to further show just how angry she was and how stupid she thought camp was, but when she saw that her mother wasn’t giving her the time of the day, she dropped her hands and adopted a pleading look.“But none of my friends are going to be there, mom. Why do I have to go? I'm not going to like it at all!”“You don't know that, Emma. A lot of kids wish to go, but can't because their parents can't afford to send them there. I should know because my grandma and grandpa had to save up so I could go. What do you mean none of your friends are going to be there, anyway?”“I asked all of them!”“Stop yelling, Emma. Alex is going too, and he is your best friend.” Becca said.“He’s not my best friend anymore. Yesterday, he went to the park with Dan and did n
Alex and Emma bantered light-heartedly for a while, as they were wont to do, with Emma bringing up reasons why she thought that summer camp would be awful, and Alex countering them one after the other. In the end, she grudgingly accepted that it was going to be okay – just okay, though. At that moment, there was a slight knock on the door, and in came Dan, looking like a million bucks, but he no longer set Becca’s heart racing like he once did. He sent a smoldering gaze Becca’s way, which she pretended she did not see and which didn’t last long, because it was shortened by Emma and Alex who ran over to Dan and planted themselves on each of his legs, leaving him no choice but to look down at them.“Hey, little Tigers.” He acknowledged them, ruffling their hair and trying his best to answer the numerous questions which they shot at him one after the other in quick succession. He patiently answered the questions one by one, after which he bribed them each with candies, which he always se
“What do you mean you don’t want to go to summer camp anymore? It’s starting next week and it’s all you’ve been raving about for so many days now.” Ryan asked his daughter, eyebrows raised.“I know. I just don’t want to go anymore.” Taylor repeated, stubbornly, looking like she was on the verge of tears.“Awww, come on, honey. What is the matter?” He asked her, wiping his hands and coming over to stand beside her on the high stool on which she sat in the kitchen.“Annie and I fought, and all our friends supported her. All of them are not talking to me.” Taylor confided in him, a tear or two slipping out of the corner of her eye. Ryan placed his hand on her shoulder, and she hugged him around the waist and had a good cry, while he just stood there and held her. When she was done, she wiped her eyes and smiled at him a little shakily.“So you don’t want to go because of them?” Ryan asked.“Yes, they’re my friends, or they used to be, but now, they’re not talking to me anymore, and I eve