Bad Luck Chapter 3- Eric

Eric looked next to him at the tree. He looked back up to god. He was so thankful. He was alive! Then all of a sudden the car exploded. The tree had lit part of the car on fire because of the impact and the gas had leaked all over the place. Eric was immediately ablaze and died very quickly. The few short seconds he lived after the explosion felt like a lifetime to him as he watched his memories flash before him. He tried to concentrate on the children's faces but he was in so much pain. He felt like he had betrayed his family. He felt horrible and then he died.

Annie was looking all over the house for Simon.

"Ruthie! Where's Simon?"

"He went out awhile ago, looking for dad!" Ruthie yelled back, not wanting to say anything but not wanting her mom upstairs either. She placed the knife she had in her hand against her wrist again and let out a sigh. She watching the blood flow out and drip down her wrist, on to the floor. For some reason she just didn't care that Matt was dead. She liked him and all, but she couldn't make herself care.

*Simon*

"Oh my god!" Simon screamed. "Why won't somebody help him!!" He was frantic and crying.

The cop that was holding Simon back from running to the burning car just repeating what he already said 50 times.

"We can't go over there yet."

"Someone needs to help them."

"I don't think we can."

Simon looked back at the burning car. He couldn't tell what colour it was, but he saw the licence plate and realized exactly who it was.

"DAD!!" He screamed. He broke from the officer's grip and ran towards the car. Another officer caught him.

"Let me go!" Simon yelled.

"We can't" The man said.

"That's my dad!!" Simon yelled. "Dad!! Dad!! Can you hear me!!"

They heard sirens. The fire trucks had arrived. The police officer led Simon over to another officer.

"This boy says it's his dad in the car."

"How do you know that?" The other officer asked.

"His licence plate." Simon replied.

*Annie*

Annie was frantic. She knew Simon went after Eric. He was so sensitive, but sometimes that could get a person in to trouble. She thought of calling the police, but she knew that was useless. She needed to find him. She had no idea where Lucy or Kevin were. Lucy was probably hysterical though. Normally, she'd be comforting her, but Lucy didn't need her. She had Kevin now. She had to find Simon. The twins were upstairs. They didn't understand what happened. Ruthie, she thought.

"Ruthie she called upstairs.

"What?"

"Can you watch the twins?"

"Sure."

"Okay, I'm leaving. Bye."

"Bye!"

*Ruthie*

Too many interruptions, Ruthie thought. She was getting frustrated. She was hoping the twins wouldn't bother her. Her family was crazy now. Lucy was crying like some psycho, Simon ran off after her stupid dad, who was obviously going to get himself killed. She was the only one smart enough to realize that, of course. She also knew that super-sensitive Simon, she chuckled at that, would probably get himself killed. Simon was always trying to prove he was a man. Ruthie laughed at this. She hated her whole family. She told everyone that asked about them she was adopted. Her mom was so worried about stupid Simon that she just had to run off after him. I didn't even know we had three cars, Ruthie thought. I guess mom took Kevin's, assuming he wouldn't care, but no one knew Kevin at all. He was just some abusive jerk who beat the shit out of Lucy every night. She didn't care though. She even understood Kevin. Lucy can be the most whiny annoying bitch sometimes. Ruthie chuckled again. She looked down at the beautiful picture she had made on her wrists. The floor was covered in blood. Not like Ruthie cared. She hoped whoever cleaned it would break their backs. Ruthie wrapped some toilet paper around her wrist and hopped out the bathroom window. She done this before, it didn't hurt. She remembered the twins. Who cares about them though, they can't even talk. Ruthie was certain she was adopted. She ran off down the street, hoping she'd never have to go back.