xtaintedxlovex16- LMAO I would have to agree with you there...
smileon- Haha. I'm glad my story is putting you on the edge of your seat! Teehee.
judermanforlife- Awesome! I'll be sure to check it out when I have time! Thanks for the review.
To all of you guys, I am sorry I haven't posted in a while... Report Card grades kind of tanked, and after I got un-grounded, I stayed at my dad's for a while (no computer I could use)! So sorry! If I finish chapter seven (I wrote ahead) soon, I might have a second chapter up tonight to make up for the lack of posting. XxoO.
THE MISSING PIECE IN THEIR HEARTS
--CHAPTER FOUR--
Jude pushed open the door all the way, letting it bang against the wall to know that nobody else was hiding on the other side of it. She saw a large dark object lying on the ground, and something shiny pooling around it. She flipped on the light-switch, never taking her eyes off the object. Her hand immediately moved from the light-switch to her mouth as she screamed in horror.
"Tommy!" Jude whispered to herself. She looked around the room quickly, making sure nobody else was in the room before running back into her room with shaky and unstable legs. She grabbed the phone from her nightstand, careful not to drop it. She took a deep, shaky breath as she dialed the numbers, having to redo it several times from hitting buttons accidentally.
She finally punched the number into the phone and held the cold object up to her ear. She closed her eyes, putting her head in her hand as she thought about the past minute. The scene of seeing the person walking with Katie Ann through the dark hallway, the scene of seeing her point to her bedroom, telling her about the danger that still lay ahead. The scene of walking down the hallway that seemed to tip from side to side as she took each step and how her head pounded in sync with each time her foot touched the cold tile floor.
She lifted her pounding head from her hands as she heard the phone continue to ring from the other line. She walked back into Katie Ann's room, sobbing as her eyes met the figure who was loosing blood quickly.
She started to feel light-headed as she looked at the man she loved lay helplessly on the floor of her daughter's room. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the visual of what was happening, but the images played in her head, the sight of blood and her crying daughter burned into her memory.
She heard the third ring through the phone and let more tears roll down her red face, burning trails down her cheeks. She fell to her knees, not being able to stand on her legs any longer. The only thought she could form seemed so simple, yet the answer was much more complicated, and momentarily unknown.
Why?
R&R folks!