Didn't She Care About Me?

by Rippling.River

My heart beat increased. It was impossible. I watched my mom die. I was at her funeral. But if my mom was really dead, why was I seeing her now? She stood across the street only a few meters away. She didn't look at me, but if she did what would happen? Would she have an explanation as to why she didn't tell us? Didn't she want to be in life? Didn't she care about me and dad?

7. Won't Lose Both

Claudia

"Mom?" Dylan asked me as I cut up some apples on the counter for his snack. I felt a pain in my stomach. When he was Dylan's age, I used to give him apple slices as a snack. I took a deep breath and wiped the blade of the knife with a cloth before turning around to face Dylan.

"Yes?" I asked him. "Your snack is finished." I put the apple slices on a plate and carried it to the dinning room table. Dylan climbed up on his chair in front of his plate.

"Next time we need a babysitter, can Stiles watch me?" he asked, taking a bite of the first apple slice. A little bit of juice squirted from it and landed on the table.

"You like him, don't you?" I laughed.

"He's awesome! We played a game. He was Batman, and I was Robin, and we saved Milo from a really tall tree!"

"Did you?" I raised my eyebrow, glancing over at our cat.

"Just pretend," Dylan admitted. "But it was really fun! We fought bad guys too! Stiles is awesome!"

"Tell you what, the next time that your grandma and me are both too busy to watch you, I promise that we'll call him." I told him.

"Awesome!" Dylan grinned, taking another bite of his apple slices. I ruffled his hair with my hand, and carried the laundry basket under my left arm and carried it down to the basemen. I unloaded the washer, and put them in the dryer. I loaded the washer with the cloths from the laundry basket and turned them on. I heard something rustle upstairs, followed by heavy footsteps. My mother is at work. Dylan doesn't sound like that when he walks. Slowly, and cautiously, I walked up the stairs. I took a deep breath, before turning the corner into the kitchen where I had left Dylan. No one was there. Not even Dylan. I could hear my heart pounding. My head was throbbing. Where is he? Where is my son? I've already lost one, I will not lose the other one too. I walked into the living room, and I see him. Dylan. My baby. Dylan is lying on the couch, his eyes closed. I can see his chest slowly rising and falling. I heard something click behind me. It sounded like the barrel of a hand gun.

"He's alive," I heard a man's voice. "I didn't hurt him. I used sleeping powder. Come with me, or I won't be so gentle with him."

So this chapter is really short, but whatever. What do you guys think is going to happen to Claudia? Please review! It means a lot.