Chapter 11-Letters From Home
Sam stopped in a park just inside Lawrence's city limits and took out a piece of paper that he had gotten at the motel. Shakily, he wrote a letter. His hands weren't responding to him very well to his commands, so it took him awhile and a few scratched out words to make him finish the letter. He placed it in an envelope and set it in the seat by him. He looked into the backseat at Lydia. She was in a car seat that Mrs. McQuinn had gave to Sam before he left the motel. He was grateful.
Despite the pain, Sam drove into town. He stopped about a block away from his destination and abandoned the car. He carried all the baby stuff that he could carry while safely holding Lydia in his arms. He had to stop once to catch his breath and bite back the pain. He then climbed the stairs to the house and peered inside the window by the door.
The TV was on, some college sport was on and it looked like Kansas was losing. And to Indiana nonetheless. But Sam wasn't paying attention to that. Instead, he put the portable car seat in front of the door and placed the letter on Lydia's stomach. He looked at her one last time as he set items down next to her. He rang the doorbell and took off in a dead sprint. He knew if he wasn't as far away from there as he could be, he would have hell to pay.
A shorter woman opened the door and looked down to see the baby laying on the porch at her feet. She gently picked her up and held her close to her.
"My word." She whispered. "Who would just leave such a beautiful baby here? Come on sugar, let Missouri get you inside." She carried Lydia into the house and shut the door behind her. She hadn't sensed that Sam had been there and had run off. Part of Ruby's training from earlier time in life had helped him block the psychic.
Missouri set Lydia on the couch after taking her out of the car seat. She watched as the envelope fell to the ground. She picked it up and saw her name printed nicely on the front. She ripped open the envelope and was shocked by what she read.
Dear Missouri
I'm so sorry to spring this on you, but this is my daughter. I had her with my husband, a man named Tom Hanniger. Tom and Dean were constantly fighting because I couldn't chose between them. So I left, but I was still very weak because I died during childbirth. Since I was so weak, I ended up hurting myself. I added to my stress and, well, there's no easy to say this, so here it is. I'm dying Missouri. I don't know how much longer I have, but I know it probably isn't long. So I'm leaving my daughter, Lydia Mary Winchester-Hanniger, with you. Please take care of her and don't hate her. I love her so much, and that's why I have to do what has to be done. Maybe someday she'll forgive me.
Sam
Missouri gasped at what she read. She looked down at the little girl, who looked so peaceful as she slept. She couldn't believe that Sam was dying. She couldn't believe that this little girl was losing her family. That's when she made a decision. She picked up her phone and decided to make a very important call.
Sam wiped his tears away as he ran as fast as he could through the pain. He needed a place to lay down and drift off into the darkness without having to worry about Missouri showing up. Without a car, he wouldn't make it out of Lawrence, let along Kansas. So he decided to just curl up at the last motel in the phonebook with a name that Dean, Tom, Missouri, or no one would be able to trace him to it. He could barely keep his eyes open as the clerk got keys for a "Mr. Buddy Holly". Sam then went into the room and passed out on the bed, falling into a very deep sleep.
Poor Sammy! And Lydia! Don't you just feel sorry for the poor family? Let's take Lydia for Sam and buy him a puppy! That should work! Please review
