When I open the door I hear Jaxon Hart’s terrified voice, “Lennox? Lenny? Come back to me, come on…come on…come on!” He is on the floor draped over a very blue looking Lennox. “What happened?” I bark moving towards them and touch Lennox’s neck. She has pulse but she is cold as ice and completely out of it.
He sighs, not out of frustration, but something else. Finn removes his hand from my knee and I shiver. His touch left me warm and now I felt freezer-burnt. He sucks in his bottom lip, nibbles it slightly, and then lets it free again. “We have reason to believe that the attack on you and Juliet wasn’t random, but planned.” He says.
Get caught up before diving into chapter two: Hunted: Prologue HUNTED: Chapter One Two. Lennox Rose: Beep. Tap-tap. Snore? Beep. Click-Click. My eyes flutter open. I am in a dark room, lit by a small yellow light under a door to my left, and the moon glow from the window to my right. I … Continue reading HUNTED: Chapter Two
Take the time to catch up: ---> Hunted: Prologue WARNING: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE One. Officer Finn Holland: I inhale a sharp intake of breath. It is negative thirty degrees outside but I only know this because my watch says so. The cold is briery and the snow is deep, nearly thigh high. Unfortunately, the blizzard hasn’t … Continue reading HUNTED: Chapter One
Somewhere in the distance I heard Suzanna screaming, horrible mind numbing screams. The kind of screams that keep you up at night. I could smell the iron from all the blood that was shed. I blinked hard trying to remain focused but everything was turning to mud.
I made it to the bathroom but not in time to lock myself inside. So I leaped in the bathtub and tried hiding lamely behind the curtain. He jumped in after me and slammed me to the shower wall tickling my ribs. His face was all red and gooey. I looked up and noticed that the shower head was the detachable kind with a hose. Thinking quickly I reached to grab it with one hand and blasting the cold water with the other. He was soaking wet and the bathtub floor was now red. Archer made a weird grunt noise and grabbed for the hose which only made us wetter. I ducked under his arms, out of the tub, and ran toward the living room laughing. He caught up with me and tackled me on the couch.
Ophelia was alone when the police arrived, alone when they questioned her, and alone when the zipped her dad up in that black body bag. I told her I knew the feeling of seeing a parent like that but I couldn’t imagine doing it alone or at such a young age. At least I had Suzanna with me. Her mother was on a flight and her grandparents were vacationing. When Leo finally came home from his friends house, Ophelia ran into his arms and they cried together for hours. The police were able to get a hold of their mother and she said she was on her way home. I was completely shocked that the police didn’t wait for her to arrive and left the kids to fend for themselves for a couple hours. It sounded completely awful and I couldn’t believe she faced that kind of trauma.
Alright, breathe in, chest back, shoulders up... and breathe out. Repeat, several times. Do you feel that? The ultimate sigh of relief. I know I do. I feel like I have been holding my breath for the last 20 weeks. Mom, told me back in March about her diagnosis and ever since then it has … Continue reading Sayonara Chemo
Fifteen years ago, as of yesterday, my father passed away. I know this like I know four is the answer to two plus two. The kind of fact that is deep rooted into your well being and hides there for all of time. For the last ten years or so I have been able to … Continue reading A Place in The Son
Mom says that when you have cancer the first thing you think when you wake up is, "Wow, I have cancer." She says she doesn't think about being thirsty, hungry, or even that she has to go to the bathroom. It's always the fact that she has cancer. Maybe after awhile it won't come as … Continue reading Capsized, We Have a Long Way to Go