Fake (A Pretty Pill) (44 page)

I pull up behind him in my drive and I instantly notice the front door wide open as he rushes up the stairs and inside.

This isn’t going to be good.

I’m not sure where the inspiration comes from, but I know to take the key
s from Silas’ bike before rushing in.

I reach the stairs and I hear him wailing and trashing his room.

I walk to his door and I see it.

Blood, l
ots of blood on the pillow, on the comforter and clothes. Bloody clothes cut into rags on the floor.

Fear for Jade and Ben consume
s me.  I turn to run and feel Jade bump up into me.  She looks into the room and sees what I just saw.

She’s
now wailing and screaming too. Silas is smashing the bedside lamp and suddenly he’s running past us to the front door again.

I run to Ben’s door.

I go to open it.  But there’s no handle.

There’s no fucking handle
.

Someone’s hurt
my son.

“Fucking open the door
.” I scream.  I shoulder barge the door.

I’m screaming
and barging the door and Jade’s screaming beside me, covering her face and jumping up and down with razor-sharp fear tearing through her.  I know it’s what consumes her, because it consumes me too.

I finally manage to get in through the door by smashing through it.

And it’s the sweetest sound in the world – my son is crying, because he’s startled by all the noise, but it means he’s alive.  Jade is running in to collect him to her and I’m doubled over in love for them both.

MY
beautiful family is alive and fine.  And then it dawns on me that it’s not true; Silas and Isi.

I run to the front door.

“Motherfucker.” 
He’s screaming hoarsely, throwing his bike to the ground and screaming out.  I don’t know where he got it from, because the shed’s out the back; but he’s pounding on the bike with a hammer.  Perhaps I’ve taken longer to get to him than I think?  Maybe he had the time to get it.  What the fuck and why does it matter?  He has it and he’s using it to inflict damage on his bike.  I take in the scene.

Red and Blue lights…

And now I’m running down the steps just as the policemen approach him.

Silas is oblivious;
he continues to kick, hammer and stomp his bike.

The officers are running forward screaming for Silas to put his weapon down, their guns are drawn.

I’m screaming at them not to hurt him; that he’s unarmed - it’s just a hammer.

I’m racing toward them.
  But it feels slow, like time has slowed down and I’m unable to run fast enough.  I’m told to remain where I am and I pull up and plead with them.

An officer steps forward pointing his weapon at Silas.

I’m screaming… Silas is startled by my blood curdling plea for the officers to stand down, but he continues to attempt to destroy his motorcycle.

And then he’s down,
Silas is down and he’s convulsing.

I can hear Jade screaming from the front door as she w
itnesses her brother going down, with our son howling in her arms.

It blends with my own
cries, as I watch him writhing in pain.

~To be continued…

2013… I’m a university student and completing my final year of a degree in the area of medical intervention.

I utilize a pretty interesting childhood and teenage existence…

The music in my books is real… I have bought the music, and have it either on my computer or on CDs.

I have seen the good and the very bad in people, but I always like to believe in HEAs.

I have a blog site at:

http://crisscopp.blogspot.com.au/

I have a Facebook page at:

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Criss-Copp/452941604778798

Please feel free to check it out
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~Happy reading~

Criss

New Adult (mature content).
Recommended for readers 18+ due to sexual content, harsh language and adult themes.
Please be advised that some content is graphic and sensitive in nature.
Summer has known two lives. The secret and nightmarish life she endured prior to her move to Northport, and the angelic life she has known since.
Her best friend Blake has a secret of his own that once shattered his soul.
For years they skirt around their attraction to each other, until in a moment of necessity, secrets are divulged and a new relationship is fashioned.
However, past lives have a way of coming back to haunt you; even the lives you thought were angelic.
Determined to face the hardship together, the question remains.  How much hardship can two people endure?

“I love you.” I growled.  “I want you to be mine, but I wanted it to be right.”

She still didn’t look intimidated, her pupils were dilated from the lack of light, her tears had stopped and her breathing had altered completely, almost like she was in the throes of passion.  I knew, because mine had too, although my heart was beating so fast, I swear I could feel it bashing her chest too.

She tilted her head slightly, she licked her lips tentatively and I dashed forward to devour her mouth.