CHAPTER 2 – A Christmas To Die For
A little sweet voice yelling 'mommy' over and over again served the purpose as Erin's alarm clock that morning. Erin sat up with a stunned morning look on her face, at the sight of her you could tell she wasn't a morning person...at all. "Santa came!" Exclaimed Molly, her alarm clock. She smiled sitting on the foot of the bed, the over sized teddy bear still in her hand as if it never left her side. "Did he?" Erin said trying to sound excited, this was her second Christmas with Molly, though the last wasn't to joyous. Erin though about it for a moment then shook her head. She looked over to the alarm clock and then out the window, 'six thirty and its still dark out' She thought sadly to herself, she leaned over and turned on her small table side lamp giving a small smile. "Lets go see what Santa brought you, hum?" Erin suggested, throwing the layer of blankets off her and onto the other empty and rather lonely side of the bed. Molly quickly ran in front of her stopping at the door, she reached up as best she could to turn the door knob and after a few struggles succeeded.
One part of the hall was dark and the other was dimly light by the night light in the hall. Molly pulled the door open as wide as it could go. Erin jumped at what she saw a woman stood near the door the light cast on one side of her, it was Henrietta, or so it seemed . An angry glare was on her face and she held a quilt around her shoulders, her two hands grasping it. "She's mine..." She said softly, but getting the message through. Erin gasped and closed her eyes tightly. She clenched her hands together tightly and spoke softly to herself. "Your not real, your not real." She repeated soon opening her eyes to notice that her surroundings was as the should be, crazed free, though lately she was beginning to wonder if she was crazy.
Molly stood there puzzled, holding the teddy tight. "Mommy?" She asked concerned. Even though she is only 4 she knows when something is bothering her own 'mother'. Mother, Erin was her mother now, she promised herself that night in the car that Molly would never know, but to herself she wasn't doing a good job hiding it. "Its nothing sweetie, lets go open some presents!" She said with a lot of energy in her voice to get Molly's mind back on the goodies in store for her.
Erin walked out following the vastly paced Molly. When Erin reached the end of the hall way she slid her hand alone the wall before quickly finding the group of light switches, and she quickly turned on everyone. She gazed around the living room/kitchen and smiled she has been saving for Molly's Christmas since the summer she thought she wouldn't have enough money for all that Molly wanted, but somehow she managed to pull it off.. Molly began at the presents that lay under and around the tinsel filled tree, and Erin just smiled and acted surprised as Molly showed her all of her gifts. Once all the gift were open Molly quickly curled up in a little ball surrounded by her toys, all in which she was happy with, and feel asleep. Erin smiled and walked into the kitchen she debated if she should go back to bed or not, seeing that it was already 8 AM and she was wide awake. Erin chose to stay up not like she needed anymore rest because the only rest she got was when she was dreaming about Kemper, which usually never ended happily. Erin sighed taking the jug of juice out of the fridge. She poured herself a glass and sat in the kitchen, the more she sat the more joy filled she got. This made everything seem like it was going to be alright.
A knock at the door interrupted Erin as she read articles from a magazine in the living room. She jumped slightly and then laughed at her silliness. She placed the magazine on the rich carpeted floor and walked towards the door, she looked behind her self and looked down at Molly who was still silently sleeping. She smiled and turned around to peer through the peek hole. The only thing was that it wasn't her door, it was a old rusty blood stained door and the peek hole was moving around slowly causing the most annoying and dreadful creaks that pieced Erin's ear , she shook her head. "No." She said covering her ears doing her best to stopped the squeaking sound. She closed her eyes but quickly opened them watching the large metal door, backing away. She lowered her hands noticing the peek hole stopped moving around and was focused at her. The door flung open and Erin quickly closed her eyes. "MERRY CHRISTMAS!" A variety of voices said cheerfully. Erin opened her eyes quickly and smiled broadly. "Hey mom!, Dad!" She said putting an arm tightly around both of them. Molly soon shot up from all the commotion. Molly gazed around with her sleepy eyes and jumped up. "Granny! Grandpa!" She said running over to them, hugging their legs. Everyone laughed and smiled. Molly showed her presents to her grandparents, about two times each. And they all sat around and had a chat to catch up on everything going on in their life. Erin mainly just sat there smiling, Happy to be well, happy, and mainly happy to be alive. Now all that was left was their traditional Christmas dinner.
A little sweet voice yelling 'mommy' over and over again served the purpose as Erin's alarm clock that morning. Erin sat up with a stunned morning look on her face, at the sight of her you could tell she wasn't a morning person...at all. "Santa came!" Exclaimed Molly, her alarm clock. She smiled sitting on the foot of the bed, the over sized teddy bear still in her hand as if it never left her side. "Did he?" Erin said trying to sound excited, this was her second Christmas with Molly, though the last wasn't to joyous. Erin though about it for a moment then shook her head. She looked over to the alarm clock and then out the window, 'six thirty and its still dark out' She thought sadly to herself, she leaned over and turned on her small table side lamp giving a small smile. "Lets go see what Santa brought you, hum?" Erin suggested, throwing the layer of blankets off her and onto the other empty and rather lonely side of the bed. Molly quickly ran in front of her stopping at the door, she reached up as best she could to turn the door knob and after a few struggles succeeded.
One part of the hall was dark and the other was dimly light by the night light in the hall. Molly pulled the door open as wide as it could go. Erin jumped at what she saw a woman stood near the door the light cast on one side of her, it was Henrietta, or so it seemed . An angry glare was on her face and she held a quilt around her shoulders, her two hands grasping it. "She's mine..." She said softly, but getting the message through. Erin gasped and closed her eyes tightly. She clenched her hands together tightly and spoke softly to herself. "Your not real, your not real." She repeated soon opening her eyes to notice that her surroundings was as the should be, crazed free, though lately she was beginning to wonder if she was crazy.
Molly stood there puzzled, holding the teddy tight. "Mommy?" She asked concerned. Even though she is only 4 she knows when something is bothering her own 'mother'. Mother, Erin was her mother now, she promised herself that night in the car that Molly would never know, but to herself she wasn't doing a good job hiding it. "Its nothing sweetie, lets go open some presents!" She said with a lot of energy in her voice to get Molly's mind back on the goodies in store for her.
Erin walked out following the vastly paced Molly. When Erin reached the end of the hall way she slid her hand alone the wall before quickly finding the group of light switches, and she quickly turned on everyone. She gazed around the living room/kitchen and smiled she has been saving for Molly's Christmas since the summer she thought she wouldn't have enough money for all that Molly wanted, but somehow she managed to pull it off.. Molly began at the presents that lay under and around the tinsel filled tree, and Erin just smiled and acted surprised as Molly showed her all of her gifts. Once all the gift were open Molly quickly curled up in a little ball surrounded by her toys, all in which she was happy with, and feel asleep. Erin smiled and walked into the kitchen she debated if she should go back to bed or not, seeing that it was already 8 AM and she was wide awake. Erin chose to stay up not like she needed anymore rest because the only rest she got was when she was dreaming about Kemper, which usually never ended happily. Erin sighed taking the jug of juice out of the fridge. She poured herself a glass and sat in the kitchen, the more she sat the more joy filled she got. This made everything seem like it was going to be alright.
A knock at the door interrupted Erin as she read articles from a magazine in the living room. She jumped slightly and then laughed at her silliness. She placed the magazine on the rich carpeted floor and walked towards the door, she looked behind her self and looked down at Molly who was still silently sleeping. She smiled and turned around to peer through the peek hole. The only thing was that it wasn't her door, it was a old rusty blood stained door and the peek hole was moving around slowly causing the most annoying and dreadful creaks that pieced Erin's ear , she shook her head. "No." She said covering her ears doing her best to stopped the squeaking sound. She closed her eyes but quickly opened them watching the large metal door, backing away. She lowered her hands noticing the peek hole stopped moving around and was focused at her. The door flung open and Erin quickly closed her eyes. "MERRY CHRISTMAS!" A variety of voices said cheerfully. Erin opened her eyes quickly and smiled broadly. "Hey mom!, Dad!" She said putting an arm tightly around both of them. Molly soon shot up from all the commotion. Molly gazed around with her sleepy eyes and jumped up. "Granny! Grandpa!" She said running over to them, hugging their legs. Everyone laughed and smiled. Molly showed her presents to her grandparents, about two times each. And they all sat around and had a chat to catch up on everything going on in their life. Erin mainly just sat there smiling, Happy to be well, happy, and mainly happy to be alive. Now all that was left was their traditional Christmas dinner.