A/N ~~~
Hi, people! Thanks for all your great reviews; I'm glad y'all like my story so much! Anyway, some of you are probably wondering why I didn't say what happened to Chris, Gordie, Vern, And Teddy in my last chapter and the reason is because, everyone already knows what happened to them! Ok, now that we have that cleared up, this is my last chapter. Don't forget to read and review my other story, 'Take Another Little Piece Of My Heart' Now on with the story!
September 5, 1985~~~~
Rich hung up the phone with tears in his eyes.
"That was mamma. Chris, was, Chris was stabbed in the throat about an hour and a half ago. He died a few minutes later."
This time he just broke down, sobbing "My baby brother, my poor baby brother" over and over. I tried my best to comfort him. It killed me to see my husband in so much pain.
"I guess I better call Rose and Matt. They'll want to know. Do you know when the funeral will be?" I asked him
"The day, the day after tomorrow."
He was still crying and he seemed so devastated. It was no wonder; him and Chris had become really close, despite their childhood differences. We were all so proud of Chris. He had made it all the way through law school, married the sweetest woman you ever wanted to meet, her name is Lindsey, and had two beautiful kids, a boy, Dwayne, and a girl, Amanda. Dwayne was 14 and Mandy was 12. I just couldn't believe that Chris was gone. I remembered back to the first day I met him. He was sitting on his front porch steps with Gordie, Vern and Teddy. Gordie had become a writer; Matt was a very big fan of his stories. Vern was operating at the lumber yard, we saw him a few months ago when we redid the floor in the bathroom. Teddy did odd and end jobs around Castle Rock, picking up work wherever he could. He was now working as one on Rich's roofing crew. I wondered if we'd see any of them at Chris's funeral. I just didn't know. There are so many bad people in the world, why did God have to take Chris?
Hi, people! Thanks for all your great reviews; I'm glad y'all like my story so much! Anyway, some of you are probably wondering why I didn't say what happened to Chris, Gordie, Vern, And Teddy in my last chapter and the reason is because, everyone already knows what happened to them! Ok, now that we have that cleared up, this is my last chapter. Don't forget to read and review my other story, 'Take Another Little Piece Of My Heart' Now on with the story!
September 5, 1985~~~~
Rich hung up the phone with tears in his eyes.
"That was mamma. Chris, was, Chris was stabbed in the throat about an hour and a half ago. He died a few minutes later."
This time he just broke down, sobbing "My baby brother, my poor baby brother" over and over. I tried my best to comfort him. It killed me to see my husband in so much pain.
"I guess I better call Rose and Matt. They'll want to know. Do you know when the funeral will be?" I asked him
"The day, the day after tomorrow."
He was still crying and he seemed so devastated. It was no wonder; him and Chris had become really close, despite their childhood differences. We were all so proud of Chris. He had made it all the way through law school, married the sweetest woman you ever wanted to meet, her name is Lindsey, and had two beautiful kids, a boy, Dwayne, and a girl, Amanda. Dwayne was 14 and Mandy was 12. I just couldn't believe that Chris was gone. I remembered back to the first day I met him. He was sitting on his front porch steps with Gordie, Vern and Teddy. Gordie had become a writer; Matt was a very big fan of his stories. Vern was operating at the lumber yard, we saw him a few months ago when we redid the floor in the bathroom. Teddy did odd and end jobs around Castle Rock, picking up work wherever he could. He was now working as one on Rich's roofing crew. I wondered if we'd see any of them at Chris's funeral. I just didn't know. There are so many bad people in the world, why did God have to take Chris?