Children of a Murderer

𝓔𝓘𝓖𝓗𝓣𝓔𝓔𝓝 - 𝓒𝓛𝓐𝓡𝓐

I was driving.

I had had enough with William. He killed Charlotte. He killed my niece, his niece. And he was going to kill me to. But not if I let him.

I had no time to grab the kids. I would pay for it later, but I needed to get out. I was going to Henry's house to come clean. I was going to tell him everything. I don't know why I didn't just call him, but I couldn't. So I was driving to my brother to explain the entire situation.

I couldn't stop worrying about the kids. What will Micheal do? He's old enough to realize I left him. What if when I go back he hates me? 

What about Elizabeth? She'll be torn. She will probably annoy William so much that he kills her.

And Evan...oh Evan. I had an appointment with a doctor, trying to figure out what's going on with him. What if we never do? I should have thought this through more. I need to go back.

But I can't go back. Because if I go back, it's a death wish. There would be no way I got back out, escaped. William would kill me before I saw another opening. I wouldn't be able to get the kids...

It's Evan's birthday and I left him. I told William that I was getting the groceries. That I needed to get some groceries.

"Clara, it's three am," Will said. "Just go back to sleep. I'm sure I can make a run in the morning."

"I forgot his cake, Will. I swear, I'll be back soon. Go back to sleep," I had said.

"Very well, don't be too long."

"I won't."

I am a liar. I am a coward.

I am supposed to be protecting my children first, but I need backup. I need Henry's help. I need him to help me get out of there. William is going to kill my kids! I need- I don't know.

I grasped the steering wheel harder. It was raining, pouring, really. I could barely see the road ahead, but I saw the car lights in front of me. They lit the way up enough to where I could make out where I was supposed to drive.

I will help my kids. I am doing this to help them. When I save them, they will see I am trying to help them. They will see what their father is truly capable of. What a monster. But I love him. So I am a monster too. I deserve worse than hell for hiding his secrets. His deadly, dangerous secrets.

All I could picture was his blue eyes, the same eyes Micheal had. I used to pray that our son looked like Will. That our son was gorgeous, never bullied or hurt. I never had imagined that I would be praying he looked like me or Henry. Hoping he got brown eyes. 

Not only does Micheal have his looks, but he has his father's temper. I was scared. Why would I leave Micheal? He is the most at risk, what if he becomes his father before I am able to get him out of there? What if...Focus Clara. I have to focus.

I was thankful that Elizabeth was nothing like her father. She was loud, always complaining. She took after my looks, pretty. Her bright red hair and green eyes were fitting. Evan was the same, he had light brown hair, dark brown eyes. But Micheal...

Micheal had the light blue eyes, not as light as his father's but still really light. His hair was dark brown, close to black. He was pale, despite how often he got out of the house. Not to mention, he was slim like his father and had muscles. He was into mechanics, he was planning on taking a mechanical class for ninth grade. I don't know if the schools over here have a program like that. I'd have to look.

Focus, Clara. You have to keep driving. 

But my kids. I couldn't stop worrying about them. I left them behind. All it takes is one outbreak and one of them could be dead like Cha-