Crybaby


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Smoke filled the air like a heavy fog as fire were lit here and there along the sidewalk. Heavy breathing could be heard, along with moaning and groaning. Gun shots were fired in the distance.

Blood spatters on the window as a voice could be heard above everything else.

A scream that would make any living human's blood run cold.

It was coming.


I sighed in relief as we finally made it back to my house, feeling steadily uncomfortable throughout the whole twenty five minute ride there. I had no idea what to do with myself. Do I talk? Do I not? Do I move?

I was beginning to wonder if I should have even breathed, but thought it best since Tyler would obviously not want a dead girl in his hummer.

Coming up to my lane way I could see a dark shadow in the window and rolled my eyes knowing it was probably my Mom. She watched me like a hawk. Tyler I guess had saw this and smirked as he put the hummer into park.

"Over protective parents?" He asked as he opened his door, getting out and I did the same.

"Try over bearing." I muttered, but heard him chuckle so I guess he had heard me. "Thanks for the ride by the way." I added with a small smile as I opened the door to grab Colton who was still fast asleep. I jumped, nearly hitting my head on the frame of the car door when I felt hands on my shoulders.

"Let me." His voice suddenly filled my ear as I thought I could feel the warm breath shimmer across my neck.

I refrained from melting.

See girls, this is what having no boyfriend for seventeen years of your life can do.

"O-okay." I answered meekly as I back out slowly, blushing furiously. I hope it was dark enough to hide it.

Tyler grinned as he reached in and carefully picked Colton up, easily backing out of the hummer and cradling him on his hip, Colton's head on his shoulder.

The lucky little bastard.

We walked up to the door and I sighed as I tried to open it, the door locked.

"Why do they do this? They know I don't have a damn key." I stated angrily as I ran a hand through my brown locks, frustrated.

Then something completely mortifying happened.

I started to hear moaning and groaning coming from just inside the livingroom window. Now I think Tyler would be able to feel the blush coming off of my cheeks.

Oh dear lord, this was so embarrassing.

"Oh my god, Dad hasn't even been home for fifteen minutes!" I exclaimed as I checked my watch. It was nine thirty. "I am so sorry you had to hear that." I added, absolutely mortified as a scream was let loose by no doubt my Mother.

I hope Colton never knew this humiliation.

"It's alright, parent's are human too." Tyler stated, though the look on his face wasn't disgust...it looked like worry. "Why don't I take you and Colton to the bowling alley, then?" He asked and I nearly slapped myself for my response.

"Only if you join us." I replied quickly and felt myself blush again.

Honestly girl, how much more desperate sounding can you get?!

To my great relief though, he chuckled. It wasn't a mean condescending one either. It sounded more like a 'that-was-kinda-cute-and-or-immature-I'd-love-to' chuckles.

I need to get out more.

"Sure, might as well, grandma won't be expecting me till late I suppose." He stated with a smirk. "You know how grandmas are." He added, and I tried to not look confused.

Did she think...NO WAY...I mean, well, I wouldn't mind, but that's not the point. I'm way too plain for him.

Plus, I'm not a one night stand either.

I laughed nervously which he didn't seem to catch, for there was now even more moaning and groaning coming from inside my house and I even heard something smash.

Now he looked concerned as he set Colton back in the hummer quickly.

Almost urgently.

Great, my family and I have once again scared away the only chance I have a happiness.

Well, maybe I'm being a bit of a drama queen.

"Wait." I stated quickly. "Why don't I just take my own truck? That way you don't have to drive us back again." I stated as I searched my pockets for my keys. My beginners license was in the truck.

What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

"You can drive?" He asked curiously as I walked around him to grab Colton, but nearly gasped in surprise when he grabbed my wrist.

It felt like a bolt of lightning just went through my veins and travelled down to my knees to make the weak.

"That was odd" I thought to myself as I tried to shake off the feeling, and I saw something in Tyler's eyes that didn't look entirely like him. It was something darker, more powerful.

I've had one too many energy drinks today.

"I'll take him, now can you answer my question?" He asked, and his voice seemed impossibly darker, deeper as his eyes held a bit of a bite in them.

I only wanted to get my kid brother, no need to snap.

"Yes, I have my license." It's just that I need an adult with me in the front seat. Minor details, nothing to worry about. My brain added, as if teasing me as I sighed. "Seriously, I'll take my brother, it's okay."

"He's already buckled up, so why don't you lead the way to the bowling alley." He stated, as he ran around to the drivers side of the hummer. I nodded, wondering what had gotten into him suddenly.

"Must have been something I did" I thought morbidly as I trudged my way to my truck, getting in and starting it. I sighed as I pulled out of the drive way, glancing at Tyler as my truck passes him and he look determinedly down at the wheel for some odd reason. Pulling out I looked back at my house, and suddenly felt as if my stomach had been dropped into a bucket of ice.

I hadn't told him how to get here, I mean, sure, I told him I lived on Elk Street, and by now he might know where it is, but he didn't know where my house was on Elk Street. He had just pulled in, I hadn't even told him where.

So how did he know?


An eighteen year old raven haired girl groaned as she woke up to the same thing she had been waking up to in the early mornings to for the past two weeks.

"This baby is going to be the death of me! I hate it!" She exclaimed quietly to herself, so as to not wake the other occupants of the house.

Or mansion, whichever you want to refer to it as.

Pounding the pillow angrily for good measure, she got up, grabbing the plastic bottle from the side table.

"Ungrateful little bastard of a kid. All he ever does it cry, sleep, poop, and cry some more." She stated angrily as she looked at the birth certificate that had been on the bedside table beside the bottle of milk.

Parent: Hope Dakota Jacobs

Child: M

10/10/07

Eight pounds

Dillon Gregory Jacobs

She sighed again, regretting the day she had ever signed that paper. She shouldn't have taken the damn baby, it was the biggest mistake of her life.

"Maybe if I put alcohol in the milk it'll kill it." She grumbled angrily as she stuffed the end of the bottle into the baby's mouth. She sighed as she looked down at the small plastic being, holding nearly half of her mark within the plastic of his head.

She hated Parenting Class.

Nearly jumping out of her skin she head a crash downstair and sighed, figuring her Dad and Mom might have gone for a drink before coming home from work.

Who was she kidding, it was a daily ritual for them.

As the baby continued to cry, Hope sighed picking him up and taking a glance towards her window.

How many deranged Mothers does it take to throw a fake baby out a window?

Answer: One

"God, that is so tempting." Hope muttered as she turned her gaze instead, to the floor length mirror on the other side of her bedroom. She was a very pretty girl, with straight black hair that reached her shoulders and a subtly curvy body. Her blue eyes were what caught much attention from the males around town, and there wasn't many that Hope felt worthy.

Except for one.

He had beautiful brownish blond hair, nearly as long as her's and belonged to the University's swimming team. They both attended NYU, both, as odd as it seemed, in each other's classes taking the same courses. Hope sighed as she daydreamed about his bluish green eyes, and turned to the window leading to the balcony again.

Only to find those eyes staring straight back at her.

"How the heck...Pogue?" She trialed off as she stood frozen on the spot, only when she saw the look of horror on his face did she turn around, gasping in shock.

"Oh Daddy, you scared me. Listen, I can explain. He's not-" She was quickly cut off as she looked over her father again. Something didn't seem right, he didn't seem himself.

Either he was extremely drunk or extremely sick. Oh, the baby had stopped crying.

"Daddy? Are you okay?" She asked, unsure of what to do. She wanted to go to him, but something in the back of her mind was telling her to flee.

Drool began to drip out of his mouth, and as he stepped into the light, Hope gasped seeing the large, open and festering wound on his shoulder.

It looked strangely like a bite...a human bite.

"Daddy, Dad, you're hurt." She stated as she shook slightly, for some odd reason scared as he let out a guttural groan.

The baby cried out, and that's when all hell broke loose.

"HOPE!" Pogue screamed as he somehow opened my locked window. "RUN!"

She was too shocked to move.

But something else did it for her.

All too suddenly she felt herself being jerked back, flying through the air, and watching as if in slow motion, her Dad falling forward, just missing her by a hair.

Had he really meant to harm her? What had happened to him?

No it was probably just a misunderstanding. He was drunk, therefore delirious and it looked to Pogue as if he was going to attack her while in a reality, he was probably just checking on her and accidentally began to stumble towards Hope.

As she felt the pair of strong arms around her middle she began to struggle, to try and reach her Dad.

"Pogue?! What are you doing here?! What are you doing?! He's drunk!" She exclaimed, but the arms around her were even stronger than she had thought, and held fast to her. "He's hurt!" Hope yelled again, mindful of the baby still in her arms.

She'd be surprised if it didn't develop shaking baby syndrome.

"That's not your Dad! Hope we need to leave now!" Pogue argued with her as she stopped struggling.

Just to look at him as if he was crazy.

For once she wasn't ogling.

"What are you talking about, that is my Dad!" Hope argued as her Dad seemed to once again be attracted to a noise.

It came from her hamster cage.

Hope watched as he trudged over to the cage, starting to shake again as she began to have that hostile vibe come back from her Dad. He opened the cage, the hamster not making a single noise as his hand dived in, searching for it. He found it, and brought it to his face, as if observing it.

Then he bit the hamster's head off.

Hope felt like she was going to be sick as she saw the headless body of her hamster, and heard the crunching of the skull coming from her Dad's chewing mouth.

"Daddy?" She asked softly, and then started as she heard a yip from downstairs.

It sounded like Fluffy, her Mom's prized Pomeranian.

Hope shook, somehow knowing that Fluffy had met the same fate of her hamster...but by different hands.

"How are we going to get out of here?" Hope asked softly, scared to catch her Dad's attention and feeling as if she were in a nightmare.

Too bad it was reality.

"Let me worry about that." He stated mysteriously as he very suddenly reached around behind her legs and picked her up, bridal style.

Good thing Hope was good a controlling her emotions, or she might have screamed. Even more so at the next part.

His eyes were completely black.


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