|The Child (standard:Suspense, 16133 words)|
|Author: Chancey||Added: Aug 12 2006||Views/Reads: 2614/1338||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A child found on the road leads to question about who, or what the child is. It also leads to a very frantic escape and rescue.|
The Child Prologue The road was slippery and wet, and I was cruising along at a faster clip than I should have been using. It was late and I was ready to get back to the school. It was a three hour drive from my parents house, and it seamed like much farther than that when I didn't really want to go back yet anyway. I let my mind wonder as I was prone to do on days like this. I thought about my ex-boyfreind and my best freind and how he had screwed me over and how she had screwed me over. The truth was I was even more mad at Mattie than I was at John. I had moved into the dorms for the first time about six monthes ago, when college had started in the fall. I had moved away from everything I had ever known, my parents, my home, my town, and my boyfreind. He was a selfish little brat anyway, and I know that now, but then he had been the sun, moon and stars to me. I had loved him more than anything. When I had moved in at the dorms, he had not liked it at all, he wanted me to stay home, marry him and have babies, the thought of me in college made him nervous and he was very controlling anyway, but at the time, I had just told him that college was best for me, that way, when I got out, I could go to work and make decent money. His rebuttal had been "You don't need to work, I will work, you need to stay at home and raise children." I didn't know if that was what I wanted or not. I did eventually want children, but not right away, I still had a lot of living left to do first. Besides that, he was from money, but that money belonged to his parents so I wasn't as sure as he was that we would immediately be set. So all things considered, I started college. I made a lot of new freinds (thank god) and went home almost every weekend to see my parents and freinds at home. It was hard to go home even then. Every weekend, John came to visit me, and I thought that he had accepted me going off to school. He could be a bit of a brute if he didn't get his way, but this time it seamed like he was happy enough for the moment. My roommate at school became my new best freind, Mattie never seamed to make time for me when I was at home and I got tired of her telling me she would meet me and then never showing up, and I got tired of calling her six or eight times before she would actually be there to answer the phone. My roommates name was Kayla, and she was great. She and I took the same classes, studied together, went out when we could together, and even became members of a campus sororiety together. We attended dances together, socials together, and went drinking together on the occasional weekends when we couldn't go home because there was too much to do. Then, I had returned home for the Thanksgiving break. I left school a day earlier than I had planned because my classes for the day before break had ended up being cancelled. I had been planning on dropping in on John when I got back to town, but now I thought it would be that much more excited since he was not expecting me. He was always alone during the day, his mother had umpteen million things to do, from working out at the club, to spas and facials, and then there was John's little sister Abby, when Mrs. McMahan did not have anything more pressing to do, she spent the day with Abby in daycare. Meanwhile, Mr. McMahan was at work, and John was usually at home, or at work. This week, John had off for Thanksgiving, his father had given him the break so that he could spend it with me for the most part, but Mr. McMahan thought the world would crash if he was not there. I pulled into John's driveway and walked toward the front door. It was unlocked. I walked in. It wasn't like breaking in, I had done this several hundred times before and there was nothing new about it to me. Even if the door had been locked, Mr. McMahan had given me a key almost two years ago, so that I could come and go as I pleased. I had a thing about scaring people too, I thought it was funny to see the expression of fear or alarm on thier faces, expecially Johns. Then it would melt away, and there would be that look of love and surprise that I was home early. I had a gift for him hidden behind my back as I snuck through the enormous house on tip toes. He might catch me in the act, he had done so before, so I kept my gift hidden. I snuck into the living room and looked in. He wasn't there, so I went into the sport Click here to read the rest of this story (1400 more lines)
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