The Angel With the Shotgun

A New Member

   "It's a boy." She says, smiling at both of us. Tears come into my eyes, flowing down my face. I even saw tears in Blake's blue eyes.

   "Two more months." I say, hiccuping from my tears.

    We head home, sitting down together, as I let Blake wait the room baby blue. I was in love with our home. We were having a new member to our family. It would complete us.

   A knock on our door surprises me.

  "I'll get it." Blake says.

   I stand up, taking the arm of the chair to help me.

    I walk over, seeing a police man.

  "Hello. We've been interviewing everyone. Neighbors, everyone. Have you heard of the missing girl, Annabele Greene?" He asks.

   "Yes, we've seen it on the news." Blake says.

  "Is it alright if we search your home?" He asks.

   We both look at each other questioningly.

  "Sure." He says, and four police officers come inside with a dog.

   They search and search, one of the younger police officers eyeing me, glaring at my stomach and looking at me up and down.

  Blake, with his arm around me, didn't look nervous. I stand up to use the bathroom, finding the young man inside the bathroom.

   "Excuse me." I say.

  He turns around quickly.

   "What is it?" He asks me angrily.

  "I need to use the bathroom." I say, as he eyes me before leaving.

  Finishing up, I wash my hands and head outside, heading upstairs after letting Blake know.

  Finally, the officers leave, appologizing about the longer search. I change, climbing into bed. I was huge. It was too noticable now. I was excited and nervous about giving birth.

      Waking up, we get dressed, heading to school. I let Claire know it was a boy, and we both talk about the names, and everything like that.

   The day passes quickly. The new kid was a bit more quiet now, and the last day of school was approaching quickly.

     The next day was the last day of school, and everyone was thrilled.

    We all celebrate the rest of the day, and I know I was due quite soon. The baby had grown very large in my stomach. I was experiencing mood swings and odd cravings.

  "I'm going to work. I love you." I say to Blake, and we both kiss.

     Getting into the car, I look down on my non-visible feet. Turning on the car and beginning to drive to the diner in my waitress outfit. I worked as the cook as well, but I didn't care about the outfit. In the kitchen. The new kid at my school now worked there, and he wasn't too happy with my position in the kitchen.

   He begins making himself food, which I didn't care about, but he was in my work station.

  "Can you please get out of my station?" I ask him gently.

   "No!" He snaps.

   Taking the fries out, and practically making him the food for him. Suddenly, He pushes handle up, making me gasp as the oil and fries fly onto my arm, making me yell out in pain, tears springing into my eyes at the pain. I was bleeding from the severe burn. The boy was apologizing now.