The Story Enigma

Sink Or Swim 1.

AUTHORS NOTE: This idea I had written two very different ways. The version of this short story was originally going to be a stand alone but I could not get back into the mind frame required for this type of writing. I will probably change this one even more and flesh out the idea of this situation but for now it will just be this shorter version in this short story collection. 

He drove fast. Very fast. The tires were spinning on the wet pavement and rain was pounding on the windshield. He hated to admit it but tears were falling from his face. The phone was clutched in his hand as he tried to calm not only the person he was talking to but himself as well.

"You're alright. I'll be there soon." He repeated over and over.

The phone suddenly went dead and he threw it into the backseat of the vehicle.

When he finally arrived at the house he was shocked at the scene. Police were surrounding the house and an ambulance was parked on the sidewalk. There was a small crowd gathered so he had to park a little way up the street.

Opening the car door he rushed to go inside the house but a police officer pushed him back.

"My girlfriend is in there please let me in! She is freaking out and will not calm down until I'm there." He wanted to somehow convince the man but the officer did not move. He gave a sympathetic smile before telling him to clear the area and continuing his job.

A body bag rolled down the steps.

"Sam? Sam!" He yelled, fighting even harder with the man. "Please. Please tell that's not her. Sam!"

He screamed and yelled before another man came up to him and ushered him to a police vehicle.

"Do you know the people who live here?" The man asked, he leaned on the side of the car with a notepad ready to jot down everything he said.

"My girlfriend's family lives here. Who was in the body bag?"

"What is your name, son?"

"Who was in the fucking body bag?!" Rage took over and he started to see red. This was too much to handle. Too much anger, too quickly. It was part of him though. He should have expected this. However, it was different this time. This time he wasn't the one in trouble. This time he would need to save her.

"What is your name?" The officer asked again, seemingly as patient as ever.

He was about to reply when he noticed a person being handcuffed out of the house.

"Luke! Luke you fucker, what the fuck did you do!" He yelled before running over to the boy being escorted into the police car.

The boy had brown hair, slim features and cold hazel eyes. He looked stoned and didn't even appear to know what exactly was happening. Well, until Luke realized who was yelling at him.

"I did nothing. Ask your fucking girlfriend what happened. The details are a little fuzzy for me." Luke screamed back, his anger also taking over.

"I swear to God if you hurt-"

"I didn't fucking hurt her you retard. I don't even know what the fuck happened. One minute is was fine the next everyone was screaming and Dad was on the floor dead." Luke replied, venom dripping from each word. "I don't know where the fuck Sam or Mom is. Don't ask me. I'm fucking done with all your bullshit. I should have left this stupid house a long time ago."

He sat down in the car and faced forward. A sneer planted on his face as he held up his bonded hands to scratch his neck.

An officer got into the driver's seat and pulled away from the house.

The man asking for his name earlier stared at him with confusion. He certainly did not know all about the case and it appeared it was more complex than a simple murder.

Both of their attention was brought back to the door of the house once again, when a woman fell to her knees with two policemen following her.

"Kate, where is Sam?" He asked, hurrying to her side and staring down at her trembling figure.

The only thing Kate was able to do at the moment was cry. She saw him standing over her and cried even harder. The sobs almost over powering the sirens.

"It's all my fault. I'm a horrible mother." She would mutter over and over between cries.

"Kate where is Sam?!" He yelled at her before he was pushed away by the two officers that lead her to the police car.

"Fuck." He ran his hands over his face as he watched Kate being driven off.

"No. no, no, noooo. This. No. But. Why are you trying to hurt me? Stop hurting me."

Turning his attention back to the door, he felt a tiny bit of anger slowly leave.

"Sam, oh my god, are you okay? Are you hurt?" He ran up to her side and carefully placed her hands in his.

"Hunter? They hurt me. I hurt them. They say I'm not here." Her wide blue eyes looked up into his and she shuffled even closer to him. "Please don't let them hurt me. They want me to go with them. They are going to kill me. I... I."

"Baby, no one is going to hurt you. You need to breathe. You are safe." He had practiced it many times. What to say when she went into one of her episodes. Hunter reached out to her and brought her into a hug. Hoping that with this he could convince her that there was nothing to be afraid of.

"There is only yelling. So much yelling." She whispered, her blonde hair a mess and her head rested against him.

He moved so her blue eyes were staring into his eyes. Softly moving a piece of blonde hair from her face he whispered to her. "This is real. I'm real. You're real. We exist in a world of stupid diseases and shitty situations. I love you."

She had said that if he said this, anytime she was losing reality. This would bring her back. Only thing to bring her back.

Sam's eyes teared up and she wrapped her arms around his neck. "It's a mess. I don't think it's going to be easy."

He laughed softly, kissing the side of her head and hugging her even closer. "It never is."

"Miss, we need to take you to the police station for questioning."

Sam released him, staring up into his eyes. She leaned in and kissed him briefly before moving away and following the officer to the car.

The policeman handcuffed her and gently ushered Sam into the back.

Hunter ran to his car but looked back at the house before leaving.

That place was the cause of so much misery for every single member of the Johnson family.

He stepped on the gas and left that street for what he hoped as the last time.

Perhaps, this meant the end of pain for all of them. It was more likely that this was just another chapter in the book of shit he had to go through every day.