The Unkilled

Chapter 4 "Found You"

We arrive back at the Plantation to find someone on the porch! Hailey says "oh my gawd it's nick." She runs out of the car. I can't believe my eyes she's right. He runs toward us. He says I just knew y'all would be here. Hailey and me look at him in disbelief. He was sixteen at the time and six feet tall with jet black hair. Then I see he has blood on his arm. Hailey checks him for injures but finds none. He says don't worry it's not mine, but I have some bad news. He tells us that he found my Dad at our old house and that Dad had been bit! He was delirious and rambled about mom, but mom was no where around. They had decided that we must have came to the plantation so they started heading our way and then Dad turned! My knees give out I grab Oakley and fall to the ground. I hold her so tight almost afraid to let her go I can't pose her I have to keep her safe. I tell her that they're In a better place, that we will be safe. I wipe her tears holding back my own, and get up and give her a smile we will be just fine. Nick and Hailey look at me with a look of sorrow. I carry Oakley back in the house, while Nick and Hailey get the food out of the trunk. We clear a room for Nick. Then gather in the living room, I look at them and tell them "we are getting stronger and stronger everyday in this new world. " Hailey says your right we actually have a chance now that we are learning how to survive, after all now we know what happens when we get bit. A million pictures are running threw my head, I run to my room. I slam my door and slide down the back of the door the the floor. I'm shaking everything gets blurry, I scramble for my box under my bed. My hands press on the cold stain less wood, I lift up the latch and grab a piece of paper I turn it over and see the words

"Dear Son,  I told you not to read this till you felt like it was time to read it. By now you must be almost twenty years old. Life gets hard around that age, know me and your mother have always loved you and that your never alone. YOU CAN MAKE IT THROUGH ANYTHING..........You will have to fight for what you love in this world and I know your a fighter. You have always been a fighter. So, fight and make your dreams come true son.       

                                                               -Love Your Father

                                                 

A tear rolls down my cheak and lands on the paper. I gasp for air is this real, why can't I wake up. I bang my head against the wall, scratching the paint with my fingers. It feels like I'm in a dream. I run to the bathroom and throw up my stomach in nots why can't I escape this hell! I finally lay in my bed awake for what feels like hours, till Oakley nocks at my door. I get up and put on a fake smile for her, my hand turns the cold nob and I open the door.