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This fic has some dark elements to it just warning you i'm liking this fic, I hope you do to so please review.
The rain was pounding down outside she closed her eyes and for a moment thought she was back on the island
The rain was pounding down outside she closed her eyes and for a moment thought she was back on the island. Except the warm comfort of lying in a king, size bed would bring you back to reality. She hears the crashing sound of thunder and lightening, it really was going all out tonight. She pulled the quilt cover up higher and snuggled in further, however much she tried, she still could not fall asleep; somehow, she felt a little lost. She got up and crept towards her son's room, making sure he had not woken up in the storm.
She stifled a big yawn as she went to open her son's door. She grabbed the handle and began to twist it. She slowly began to push the door. She slowly walked into the room her eyes falling on her still sleeping son. She smiles, she looks around the room. She lets out a gasp of horror. She looks petrified. She suddenly notices the dark figure outside her son's room. His face pressed against the glass plain, he has not looked at her yet, did he know she was here? He was being very stupid if he did, or was he taunting her? Her protectiveness kicks in, her old self, coming out, she suddenly feels like hurting the man.
She gets a good look at him; it feels like she has been looking at him for over an hour, yet its more like 15 seconds. The man must now have sensed her presence, as he gazes up at her, he smirks, then he is gone. Down the ladder that is pressed against the wall. She runs towards her son and picks him up, pulling him close to her. She stands and walks towards the window, hesitantly looking out as if expecting him still to be there. Yet all she saw was the empty ladder and the grimness of what was her back garden, the rain pounding on the toys left out, and soaking the grass making the mud rise up. The intruder's footprints leaving there mark in the ground below, proof that he had been here. She turns for the door and heads for the phone.
The face imbedded into her mind, she was going over where she had seen him before. Now it was obvious why it had taken her so long to realise, well obviously from the initial shock of finding a man's face pressed against you 2 year olds bedroom window, and watching them sleep. The face was becoming ever so clearer. The man she now recognised as the man who has been watching her house for the past month; hounding her with questions whenever he got a chance. Questions she was afraid to answer, afraid when she did he would know she was lying when she told him Aaron was not her son. Yet she put on her best poker face, and answered those questions.
Her mind flashing back, to the day, when she first answered the door and saw him standing there. Surprisingly enough the day after she had told her partner to leave. It seems that her life will be forever haunted, by the day; she opened her door to Matthew Abaddon.
Review please and tell me all your thoughts good and bad... Lauren x
