This is just the intro of a story I am considering writing. R&R, please? :)
"Ouch!" I yelled, as the heavy plate fell onto my bare foot. Muttering words that shouldn't be said around my son, John, I started picking up the broken pieces of porcelain off of the floor.
"No, John!" I yelled as the two year old made his way over to me. "Daddy is ok, just wait over there."
Today was John's second birthday. John is mine and my girlfriend, Amy's son, a result of one night at band camp. Although we didn't get along at first, we worked through it and found that we should be together. And not just because of the baby, as Adrian and Ben, our exes, would assume.
"Ok, you can come over now." I smiled as the little boy ran over to me, stumbling numerous times. Almost everyone who meets him laughs at the funny way he walks, but it's especially funny to Amy and me.
"Where is momma?" He sighed, not liking to be away from her for more than an hour.
"She's gone to get your cake. She'll be back in about fiv-" Ring, Ring, Ring
"One minute." I sighed, making my way over to the phone. "Hello?"
"Hi, Ricky." I heard Anne Juergens breathe, barley a whisper.
"Hey- Is everything alright?" I said, worry tainting my tone. "Are you ok?"
"I-I don't know how to tell you this."
My throat closed over, hearing her choked words.
"Amy- She got into a-an accident." She cried. I could hear her breathing hitch, and George in the back ground, comforting her in an emotionless, dead voice.
"W-what?" I stammered. "Is she ok? I'll be at the hospital in a minute."
"She's dead, Ricky." Her breathing picking up. "She's dead!"
Review, so I know if I should write this or not! Thanks :)