One Person Can Make Such A Difference- Josh Hutcherson FanFic

Josh Hutcherson FanFic Part 17

So that night, me and Connor waited until everyone else was asleep, and snuck out. Me and Connor, both failing to be able to drive, had to get the bus! We walked up to the bus stop, money planted in connors hand for the bus faire, and waited for it to arrive. 

Silence filled the airs around us, but was suddenly broken when the bus came carting round the corner. Sticking our hands out, we flagged down the bus and got on, luckily for us there was barely anyone on there, helping our low profile to be kept.

We got to my apartment building and got off at the stop. Walking up those same stairs that I used to felt different now. Cold, draughty, empty. These same stairs that i climbed with my Dad. We came to my apartment door.

"It's open" Connor breathed. 

"I know" I whispered back, someone must be in there. 

"You stay here, I'll go in" Connor began to push forward but I stopped him. 

"No" I pulled him back and stepped forward. "I should go in" 

Connor looked at me like I was crazy but saw my determination and nodded in approval. "Scream if you need me" He winked. "I'll be right out here"

I nodded and walked in. 

Into that dark, cold, empty, emotionless, draughty apartment. Each wall staring at me as i made my way through the front door. The Sofa, beckoning me to sit down, like he used to. My bedroom light spilling out into the living room. The empty kitchen, unusually tidy.

Something struck me as weird in that. My bedroom light. It was on? Why would it be on!? 

My heart beating faster and faster as each second gathered I built up the bravery and slowly stepped towards the door. Adrenaline shot round my body as I heard a noise coming from inside. A click, and a shuffle. My whole body froze, but I steadied my shaking hands and continued. Awaiting the mystery person. 

I thought for a split second about my entrance. I decided to grab the baseball bat sat idly agaisnt the side and quickened my pace into the room. Pushing the door open and swinging my body round, i held the bat up and looked ahead at a startled woman shifling through my drawers. 

No, second looking, she wasn't startled. She was expecting me. She was prepared. I'd heard the click, it only just registered. She had a gun. The woman in front of me, held the gun up to me, point blanc. Her red curly hair sweeping down her shoulders, her black leather boots hugging her leggs. Her cold hazel eyes staring into mine like she was trying to look at my soul. 

It was my mother...