Pssttt...I'll be posting 2 more chapters today...cause it is the holidays...and I am in a giving mood.
Beegurl13...like you don't have enough to do...but a Worship outtake would make a great Christmas present...just saying *wink wink*
Born...you just feed into my disease...
He walked into the living room and clicked off the TV.
They both just stood there.
He cleared his throat and her eyes flashed up to his face.
"Can I get you anything?" He asked and she shook her head before she reached into her bag.
He closed his eyes and prayed she was getting out a gun.
Her father had been the Chief of Police.
It would be easy enough for her to get her hands on a gun.
"Mr. Cullen?" She whispered and he slowly opened his eyes to find her holding a worn composition notebook in her hands.
"I think you should see this." She said as she stepped towards him.
His hands shook as he took it from her and his breath caught when he opened it and he recognized his son's handwriting.
"I think we need to talk."
Oh my...