Rekindled Love

Ill handle this

"Albert?" My voice croaks, waiting for him to come in and tell me what he's doing in my bedroom at 3 in the morning. He shuts the door and flips the light switch on before he takes a seat on the edge of my bed. "What's the matter?"

He fumbled around with his fingers for a moment but then stopped so he could look st me with s serious face. "I have a message that I received an hour ago. I've been thinking about what to do but I came to the conclusion that I should tell you, maybe you'd know what to do." He digs into the pocket of his hoodie and pulls out his phone to show me a message from the one and only, Carl.

I haven't heard from him in a while, I figured he had given up. Everything was going smoothly, for once.

Carl: I'm coming soon, my boy.

The look on my sons face shows me that he fears about what will happen when and if Carl does come. I have to be the one to handle this, not my son. I know Carl, I know what he is capable of and the thought of him harming my son terrifies me. He'd been out of my life for years, why would he choose now to come back? I gulp, taking a deep breath. "D-Don't worry, son. I'll handle this," my eyes search his, hoping that he understands that he needs to stay out of this. "Everything will be fine."

Hey guys!
Long time no see, I know, I know. I'm so sorry but I'm going to finish this story, I promise! Thank you for being so patient and understanding I truly appreciate you all. 😘