Little Johnny After The Dark (SmooooothOperator) (AU)

Into The Car

Authors note: Little Johnny is an original story by @SmooooothOperator [not sure why it doesn't work] on Wattpad. This is simply an alternate universe continuing the original story after it's end. This story is NOT CANNON, though some elements of the original story are incorporated into it. Check out Little Johnny, when you have the chance!
SmooooothOperator
BoldDragonlord
Tc_Isaac
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Little Johnny's father stared at his dead, mangled, body. The small child, one who once was his wife's pride and joy was now a lifeless corpse.

Dread tangled in Little Johnny's mother's stomach. Her beloved husband had killed the thing in this world that had meant the most to her: her son. The poor woman stood, frozen, looking down. She'd came into the room that night thinking that she could stop the inevitable horrors that would take place, but she didn't. She was powerless to do anything against her husband. When she did speak the words, "stop it, you are scaring him," she was all too late.

"Don't just stand there!" the husband shouted at his wife, "go grab my coat!"

She couldn't say anything. She couldn't move. This was the second time she'd seen a dead body in her life and, yet, she felt ill just looking at the dead thing. It felt like she was feeling guilty, but, what was she feeling guilty about? It hadn't been her fault. Had her boy just listened to her, he would be laying in bed right now. He would be alright if he behaved.

Little Johnny's father grabbed his mother's trembling arm and shook her, "Get ahold of yourself now or leave."

"Dammit!" she choked, "Is that all you have to say? Look at the mess you have made."

The father directed his eyes at the boy.

"He was your son."

"And I'm your husband," the cold man snapped, "there's nothing more for the boy so grab my damn coat."

"What for?"

"We have to cover the body."

She held her hand over her mouth and started walking toward the doorway of Little Johnny's bedroom. Her husband put his arm out blocking her from leaving. "Don't think about going outside."

She nodded. What was a childless mother to do but serve her husband? All she could do was obey his words and hope that the same fate would not come for her. The man removed his burly hand from the doorframe and the woman began to walk. As she got closer and closer to the door she grabbed her husband's jacket from an old coat-rack. The coat-rack was a gift from one of her best clients, one that reminded her of their nights together. A long time ago, she thought of running away with him. Her husband likely wouldn't allow her to have kept the rack if he knew where it was from, but, she never told him.

She grabbed the coat, which felt heavy. Retreating from the coat-rack, she saw Little Johnny's tiny shoes under it. Little Johnny's mother thought it looked nicer if both shoes were evenly spaced out, parallel to each other, but he could never do it right. She knelt down to fix the arrangement of the shoes. The left one was crooked pointed left toward the right one. The right one was straight.

She slightly moved the left one and crouched above, looking at the shoes. She'd spent several tips on those small shoes to accompany Little Johnny's little feet. Little Johnny's mother tried. She tried very hard, staying awake, often in both the night and the day. Her best wasn't hard enough and her efforts were wasted at the end of the day.

Her son's death was his own fault, and, now, it set out to ruin her life. The worst part was she started to miss Little Johnny. She loved that boy even if he did make mistakes. Now she'd have to find a way to get rid of the body and her husband was forcing her to help. The whole situation made her skin crawl.

She returned to the room with her husband's jacket in hand.

"Took you long enough," her husband grunted.

He threw the blanket over Little Johnny and kneeled, tucking it under him. Little Johnny often used to do this when he was alive, wrap himself up like he was a burrito. It was enjoyable. Now, however, it did, have a more negative connotation. Little Johnny was dead now. Things were a lot different.

His father's breath didn't smell of alcohol, but, his words were less than coherent. He laughed while performing an action that was meant for the sober.

Little Johnny's mother looked around as she was paranoid. She'd committed a terrible sin to fall for this monster. She'd committed even more by being wed with him and bearing child for him. Biggest of all, hiding a body with him. The woman was ensured a place in Hell, though, her husband had fallen much further.

He picked up the boy as though he was a rag-doll, Little Johnny's limbs desperately flailed as if to catch air. Though, he knew the child was dead, something about that state startled Little Johnny's father.

"Go start the car and open the trunk," the man ordered his wife. She complied, running out to the car with her keys dangling. She put the key in the keyhole, twisting it and opening the door, then, running back to the trunk. She pushed it opened with all her might, seeing her husband arriving out of the corner of her eye. She breathed out unsteady. Little Johnny's father packed him into the trunk of the car like he was cargo. Cargo like an ugly vase that he was red his wife to get rid of and she didn't, and, they always brought it to the family cabin with them because her mother adored it. The man couldn't care about the vase if he tried, so, he didn't try. While in the house, he, found a half empty can of air freshener on the ground. He now took it out of his pocket and sprayed the inside of the car.

His wife coughed, noticing that there was already a shovel inside. Her husband closed the trunk, circling around the car and jumping into the front seat. She hurried and got into the passenger.

Seeing her husband's calm face in a time of madness scared her, and, she felt that getting in the car was a mistake. Then her husband put the key into the ignition starting to drive off. He either knew where he was going, or, had no destination in-mind, but Little Johnny and his mother were just in the car.

They were just along for the ride.