The MistakeChapter Two
**SOrry I haven't updated in..uh, forever lol. I was finishing up my Higher Ground story. So now, I'm working on this story and my novel called ...And Deliver Us From Evil. You should read it lol...Uhh, thanks for reviewing! Keep doing so:)**
"What's 'died' mean?" five-year-old Morgan asked immidiately. "You're kidding, right, Mr. Turner?" Cory asked, his eyes filling with tears. Eric's silly grin faded and his face clouded over with anger. "Whatever. That's not funny!" he screamed, but he knew the truth. Shawn just stared. "Jon..." he trailed off.
"Shut the hell up!" Cory screamed, "you're LYING! I KNOW IT!" He ran up to his room and Shawn followed. Eric picked up Morgan as Jon cradled Joshua. "Eric...I'm so sorry. I don't know what to say..." Jon trailed off. Eric shook his head. "It's doesn't matter. They're gone," he said, crying as he ran up the stairs.
Jon walked over to Feeny's. He rang the doorbell. "Geez, Turner. It's one o'clock in the morning! What-Oh, God, what's wrong?" Feeny demanded as he saw the look on Jon's face, "does it have to do with Chet?" he asked, speaking of Shawn's dad. Jon shook his head. "The Matthews..They were killed..." He trailed off. "That's a sick joke, Turner." Feeny snapped. "Especially around the kids."
"I'm not playing! They were killed in a car accident. The police just came. I-I need your help. I don't know what to do!" When Feeny realized that Turner wasn't kidding, he gasped and covered his mouth, his hand shaking a little. "Oh, God..." he mumbled.
"What do I do?!" Jon exclaimed, running his hands through his hair, "I was here to baby-sit..." he said, getting frantic. "Calm down, Jon. We've got to think clearly. Let's go into the Ma-the house," he said, tears making his face wet. It now felt weird to say the Matthews' house...
**I know this chapter isn't that good but it's one of those lead-in chapters which really suck don't they lol so yeah.. check out my novel at FictionPress.net called And Deliver Us From Evil
**SOrry I haven't updated in..uh, forever lol. I was finishing up my Higher Ground story. So now, I'm working on this story and my novel called ...And Deliver Us From Evil. You should read it lol...Uhh, thanks for reviewing! Keep doing so:)**
"What's 'died' mean?" five-year-old Morgan asked immidiately. "You're kidding, right, Mr. Turner?" Cory asked, his eyes filling with tears. Eric's silly grin faded and his face clouded over with anger. "Whatever. That's not funny!" he screamed, but he knew the truth. Shawn just stared. "Jon..." he trailed off.
"Shut the hell up!" Cory screamed, "you're LYING! I KNOW IT!" He ran up to his room and Shawn followed. Eric picked up Morgan as Jon cradled Joshua. "Eric...I'm so sorry. I don't know what to say..." Jon trailed off. Eric shook his head. "It's doesn't matter. They're gone," he said, crying as he ran up the stairs.
Jon walked over to Feeny's. He rang the doorbell. "Geez, Turner. It's one o'clock in the morning! What-Oh, God, what's wrong?" Feeny demanded as he saw the look on Jon's face, "does it have to do with Chet?" he asked, speaking of Shawn's dad. Jon shook his head. "The Matthews..They were killed..." He trailed off. "That's a sick joke, Turner." Feeny snapped. "Especially around the kids."
"I'm not playing! They were killed in a car accident. The police just came. I-I need your help. I don't know what to do!" When Feeny realized that Turner wasn't kidding, he gasped and covered his mouth, his hand shaking a little. "Oh, God..." he mumbled.
"What do I do?!" Jon exclaimed, running his hands through his hair, "I was here to baby-sit..." he said, getting frantic. "Calm down, Jon. We've got to think clearly. Let's go into the Ma-the house," he said, tears making his face wet. It now felt weird to say the Matthews' house...
**I know this chapter isn't that good but it's one of those lead-in chapters which really suck don't they lol so yeah.. check out my novel at FictionPress.net called And Deliver Us From Evil