It only took us about two days to unpack everything. I snuck into my old house to grab the rest of our things while Nathaniel was at work. Carson would grab handfuls and handfuls of his things and shove them in the trunk of the car. I would pack the rest of my clothes and personal blongins along with appliances and I took my car back. Peyton would help Carson so we could leave as quickly as we can.
Carsons room is all set up, tv hooked up to the cable and all of his clothes are clean. I think he's glad that he has his own bedroom again, his own space to play around and make a mess without having to trip all over them in the living room. The house feels a bit empty, but over time we'll not have enough room for everything we own.
"we need to fence off the pool so Carson doesn't fall in, and the extra bedroom can be for a guest." I compromise with Peyton. He doesn't argue with me.
"As long as he knows he's not allowed in there, he should be fine." Peyton mentions. I guess he's right, but it's better to be safe than sorry. I don't want to lose another child. There's just that pain that a mother will always feel from losing a child of hers.
"There's a school just down the road. I'm going to check it out and see if it's right for Carson to start in September." I say the first thing that comes to mind so I don't have to deal with the awkward silence. I just hate the tension that is between us. maybe he;s all shaken up because of the case. He doesn't need to be because we caught the killer. He's safe, everyones safe and there's no need to leave town.
"Maybe we can homeschool him." Peyton throws out an idea. I'm actually taking this into consideration because it's not a bad idea. It's actually brilliant.
"then the extra bedroom can be for learning." I suggest. Peyton smiles at me and pulls me into a tight hug. I hug him back as if there never were any tension between us. Carson comes running towards us, holding a little doll. I take it from him and s spider crawls out of it, causing me to drop the molded doll. The spider runs off into hiding, and I wipe my hands on my pants. I don't like spiders, and I never have. Carson leans down and picks up his newly found toy. The doll appears to be old and is filthy. I feel the need to wash it for a month straight, and he needs to scrub his hands.
"Where did you find this?" I ask him. He smiles and points up at the ceiling. I'm confused because there's no way he can climb onto the roof of the house.
"I don't know what you mean." I tell him. He grabs me by th ehand and leads me to where he found the freak doll. We are on the second floor and he points up. There's a small attic on the second floor, which some how a four year old has managed to get into. I pull down the door and dust falls on top of CArson and I. A small ladder slides down on the door and lands on the floor. I climb up the small set of stiars and witness that there's a room full of ancient things; a rocking chair and a trunk filled with clothing. There's a box filled with books that are gentley used. I grab the box and call for Peyton. He's standing at the base of the ladder, and I carefully hand him the box. I climb down and push the door back up, hiding the room from everyone now, as if it doesn't exist.
Peyton sets the box down in our bedroom right next to our bed. He turns around to face me and I grab him by his hand.
'what is it?" He asks me. I sit down on the bed, still holding his hand. He plants his bum next to me and looks me in the eyes.
'what are we?" I ask him. He doesn't say anything at first until I hint at him that he still needs to answer my question.
'What do you want us to be?" He answers me with a question. I think hard about what I really want from him, and I want a relationship. I want someone who can love me just as much as I love him.
"I want to be your girlfriend. I want you to see a future with me and have a kid with me. I want to grow old with you, Peyton." I admit to the both of us. Peyton understands and pulls me into a hug. I hug him back, again. Carson jumos in our laps and begins to complain that he's hungry. I pick him up and explain to him that he's getting to big to be doing stuff like that. He grabs me by my hand agaion and runs to the kitchen, draging me along with him. The counter is covered in food that I'm assuming Carson has laid out. There's some pasta sauce and noodles, along with a package of hamburger meat. Well, I know what he is craving.
"So, you want spaghetti?" I ask him, making sure that's what he really wants. He nods his head then crawls into one of the lower cabinets and pulls out a pan for the noodles. I take it from him and start filling it up with water. I place the filled pan of water on the oven and turn the burner on to high, so the water will begin to boil quickly.
I place the frozen meat in the sink for it to thaw in hot water. I begin to heat up the sauce, hoping that it only takes around half an hour for dinner to be finished. The phone began to ring, which I'm shocked because I didn't think that the phone was all set up. I answer the phone and notice that Peyton has already picke dup the phone from our room. I hear a female voice talking about the case. I'm assuming its Aralia, but it doesn't sound like her. I feel like a bad person for listening in, so I hang up. Something falls and breaks on the floor and I jump. I turn around to see Carson beginning to cry next to the pile of glass from a cup he was trying to reach.
I hug him then pick him up, away from the pile of glass. He wipes away the tears from his puffy eyes and looks at me.
"It's okay, it can be replaced. Are you cut anywhere?" I ask him as I inspect his bare hands and feet. He seems to be fine, so I ask him to go play in his bedroom. I grab the broom and dustpan to clean up the mess. I dump the glass in the trash can and put away the cleaning supplies. Peyton has been on the phone for about five minutes, and I'm curious to if he's still on it. I pick up the phone and notice that the line is dead, so he's preoccupied doing something else.
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The next day, I drive to the school down the road and check things out. The school is big, and quite nice. The windows are fingerprint free, and it smells nice in here. I talk to the principal and she gives me a tour around the place. each grade has it's own wing to keep things less complicated for the kids. The library and caffeteria is in the middle of the school, which is nice. The guy is in a serperate building, right next to the playground.
The principal is tall, and skinny. She has black hair that is up in a nice ponytail and she dresses in a nice pencil skirt and a blouse. I can tell that she is a formal type of person and professional. She hands me the schedule for kindergarteners. I look over it and like what I see. Nothing too hard or overwhelming for a little kid. I thank her for her time and drive home, where I'm left alone.
I begin to clean things up, and put them in their right places. The front door slams shut and I immidiately turn to face the door to see who's here. Serina is standing in front of me, smiling as she holds up a knife. I can feel my heart beat, and the blood rush through my veins. I'm shaking, but trying to stay calm but regulatin gmy breathing,
"What are you doing here?" I ask her in the most calm way I could possibly ask. She just giggles to herself and looks down at the sharp knife. I can feel pains shooting through my stomach by just looking at it. I back away as she walks towards me, smiling away.
"You think you can lock up Nate? You think he's the one who killed those women? well guess what, honey. He didn't touch them, just seduced them so ican have a taste of their blood." She continues to laugh as she explains to me what's going up in her head. I'm not scared of her, I'm scared of her hurting me with that sharp object in her hands. I can't get hurt because I think I'm pregnant. I missed my period a few weeks ago, and it still hasn't come yet. Maybe this time I won't lose the baby.
"I don't think, I know." I comment back to her craziness. She keeps slowly walking closer to me, leaving me with no room to back away anymore. Eventually, she's just inches away, holding the knife to my throat.
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Teen Fiction"Hurry up Dakota!" Peyton banged his fists on my bedroom door. I quickly glanced up then back down at my bag again. I shoved my clothes in the bad and zipped it up. I slipped the step on my shoulder and ran to my door. Peyton was sweating from nervo...
