He's Never Coming
By pari1916
I awoke from a deep slumber. I stretched, my body creeping over to the other side of my bed. All at once, I was hit with loneliness. Matthew was on a mission. He had been on one for 3 weeks. I couldn't help but think this one was different.
Before I could lose myself in thought, a faint "Mom! Are you awake?" jolted me up and out of bed. My bedroom doors were thrown open and in came my beautiful daughter, Cammie.
"Hurry up!" She cried happily. "I want to go outside!"
"Let me get ready," I replied.
I threw open the drapes to let in the sun. Its brightness painted the room and filled it with happiness. I quickly got ready. I ran to the kitchen and began to prepare to make pancakes.
"Oh no you don't!" Cammie laughed as she grabbed the bowl out of my hand. "I'll make them."
According to everyone in my family, I can not cook. It's supposed to be deadly to even take a whiff of it. Cammie and I ate filled our tummies with pancakes. Even I have to admit, I'm glad she didn't inherit my cooking skill.
Cammie ran outside. She started to scale the tree in our backyard.
"You monkey!" I cried out laughingly. I sat in the shade thinking that this moment would be 10 times better if Matt was here. The phone rang. "Honey, I'll be right back."
I sprinted inside and picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
Someone took a sharp breath on the other line. "Rachel?"
"Hey Joe! To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"There's no pleasure in what I'm going to tell you." Joe sounded depressed, like he had lost everything. I became really worried.
"Joe, what's wrong? Is everything ok?"
"No, it isn't. Matt's MIA. We've been looking for him for over 3 weeks. There's no sign of him."
The phone dropped out of my hand and crashed to the ground. My knees fell out. I gripped the counter to support myself. I couldn't help it. I was beginning to break down.
"Mom?" Cammie screamed out. "Mom, what's wrong?" She ran inside. She took notice of my gripped hand and the phone on the ground. She picked it up.
"Hello?" I could hear the faint beep coming from the phone.
"Mom, what's wrong? You can tell me!" She supported me as she led me to the couch.
"Kiddo, he's gone, he's MIA!" Tear streamed down faster and faster. I refused to let the grief take over me.
"I need to stay strong for Cammie!" I silently told myself.
I looked at Cammie to see how she took the news. She was pale white.
"No, Mom. He's not gone!"
"He is kiddo. He is." Cammie went green.
"He can't! He can't be!" Tears escaped her tightly closed eyes. "He just can't!"
I grabbed her and pulled her close. I held her as we both shook, crying our eyes out. Her words echoed in my head.
"He can't! He can't be! He just can't!"
I pulled Cammie closer as she dozed off. I picked her up and carried her to my room. There I let myself break down and bawled.
No words could describe the grief and despair I was feeling. I felt like a part of me had been ripped off. There was a hole in my heart. The night turned into dawn and my reckless sobs filled the air. The pain I felt could never, ever cease!
I lost half of myself, for it to never be recovered again.
I just came up with this idea randomly... I needed a break from my other story.
My first one-shot! How was it? Please review! If you do I'll be happier then a bird with a french fry (:
I don't own anything! The most amazing Ally Carter owns this! :)