Author Notes: This takes place between chapter 8 and 9 (time wise). Sorry, this is a short chapter and it took long to post. My computer wasn't working I will post more soon. Also set up a poll on my profile to vote for the final name of the baby. Please vote! Please read and review!
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Waiting by 3sth3r
Chapter 10: Summer Ends for Some
Stacey's POV
Tomorrow will be my first day of senior year and I'm not even remotely excited. The house over the last few months has been quiet. Mom has finally finished packing Emma's things away. I think Dad first brought it up a few weeks ago. I moved her fish tank into my home after feeding for first two months.
At first she locked herself up in their room for a day or two before she came back to her senses. She was emotionless when she began packing her books and games. She didn't break down again until the last shirt was folded up in the last box. We placed all the boxes in the attic. She didn't want to sell anything just yet. I don't think she ever will.
As for me I'm more concern for Jack. At least my mother had me and Dad. But Jack is alone. After his wife die it was only Dean and him. And I don't think they talk much after she passed. I don't think Jack or Dean were the same after she died.
Crossing through the grave, my shortcut to get back home after a day of working at the local movie theater I see something out of the corner of my eye. I stop and turn to see an empty tombstone standing next to Diana McMullen, Jack's wife. I guess Jack has finally expected that Dean will not be coming home.
But I don't think Mom will ever want a tombstone. She hadn't even taken the picture of Emma down yet. Losing a child is hard. It's even hard when it's your first child.
I run my fingers of the smooth surface and wonder what he'll put on it. Maybe, Honorable Son, or a Young Life Not Forgotten, whatever he puts I think that Dean would have wanted that way. I take my hand away and walk back home.
When I step through the door ten minutes later I see the house is a mess. I don't bother to call for mom she will not be home until seven and it's only four. The door was kicked in and the TV in the living room was gone. Then I head into the kitchen and see that not only is the microwave in gone but almost all the appliances are also gone. I run though the house, and go upstairs. It seems that things were only stolen form he first floor.
I head down stairs and pull out my cellphone. "Mom," I said after dialing her number, "I think we've been robbed."
To be continued…