Bump and don't kill the story it's great I was busy so I couldnt read it till now if u kill it I'll be done with
-—Tess I look up from the little bundle of dandelions the little boy with the curly black hair had given me and smiled has he kicked the ball to his best friend, the dog. I look back down at the flowers, picking out the ones that are too short and the bad ones. I'm only looking down for a second when I hear it, the haunting sound of a semi's horn and I look up to see my little boy running in front of it to get his ball. "Kyle!!" I Scream, throwing down the flowers and running to him. But I was too late. My little boys body was crushed and I cringed as I heard his bones snap and crumble under the weight of the semi. I drop to my knees and begin to cry and the semi stops and the driver gets out and curses a few times, then runs over to me to try to calm me down. I let him help me up and I reach under the back of my long cashmere sweater, pull out the gun, and shoot him in the head. I wake up screaming and Joe is holding me trying to get me to calm down and Duchess whimpers and puts her head next to the screaming baby. I pull my self together and grab Kyle, trying to sooth the poor child. "Shhh... It's alright. Mummy's here..." I cooed. After a while of this Kyle goes back to sleep and I put him in his crib. I go into the master bedroom and climbed into bed, and started rubbing my temples. "You want to talk about it?" Joe asked, suddenly appearing next to me. "Not exactly," I said. "But I feel like I have to." I sat and told him all about my dream and he listened, he held me when I finished and started bawling, and he helped me get back to sleep. "If only you knew how much I DON'T want to lose you." I thought before going back to sleep.
I read the first one and am now going to be reading this one for as long as u keep updating! I no u did make some spelling errors but who cares! It's the quality of the writing, which is totally-incredible-you-should-be-an-author-good, that really matters
-—Joe Three years had past since Darker's last visit. Kyle is walking and talking. His first word was mommy, which thrilled Tess. I was working even though I didn't need to. Kyle, it turns out, has blue eyes which neither me or Tess have. So that's what made us wonder... -—Tess Darker's last visit scared me the most. She had said that Jyle was going to die somehow when he turned nineteen. As a mother, I was horrified. I still had bad dreams about the semi hitting him so I had Joe build a fense around the yard. Soon it was winter and I was still having nightmares. So Now Kyle can only play in the back yard. Even that didn't stop them. I worried that, that was going to be Tge way Kyle died and I hoped not. Each day when I took Kyle to day care, I feared it would be my last hug, kiss, and I love you from him. Everynight I sat in his room until he's safe and I know it's stupid, but I actually check for monsters. I went to therapy, did yoga, nothing. And then one night I woke up at the same time I always do from the nightmares only I didn't wake up from a nightmare. Nothing woke me up. The fact that nothing woke me up scared the **** out of me so I got up and went to check on Kyle. I thought I saw him in bed but when I started walking away my brain processed it. I ran back into his room and fell to my knees at his bedside. "NO!!" I screamed.
"What's wrong, Tess?" Joe asked, running into the room, still half asleep. "How could this have happened? I kept him safe! He's gone Joe! He's gone...!" I sobbed onto his bed. "What?!" He shouted. "**** it!" I walked out of the room and down the hall into my old room and opened up the closet. "I'm going to find him. " I said, getting undressed to get into the black jumpsuit that I pulled out of the old file box labeled: "EVIL!! PRIVATE!! DO NOT TOUCH!! DO NOT OPEN!!" "No, Tess. I can't let you do this." she said, trying to grab the box from me. But I already had my leather lackey on so I pulled out one of the knives and pointed it at him. "I'm going to find our son." I said through gritted teeth, I turned my cold stare into a hot, menacing glare. He held is hands up in front of him and began to back up. "Thought so." I said, putting the knife back and pulling on my boots. I grabbed the black backpack that was on the shelf that still had everything in it from my drive home from New Mexico. I slung the back pack over my shoulder and walked to the stairs, stopped, thought about what I needed, and went downstairs and gathered everything. When I walked to the front door I found it completely open with drops of blood going down the steps and disappearing into the grass.