Chapter 7

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12/02/16

I reach home that day at midnight.

I stumble into the living room and biting my lip, sit on the couch, throwing my jacket on the floor.

My mind suddenly flashes and I'm walking up to the dark skinned officer. Red and blue lights flashing in the background.

I quickly shake it from my mind and pull my hair out of the bun.

My eyes stumble onto the tv where the DVD player is open.

I crouch down to it and see a disk still in it.

I pull it out and see that it's Walk The Line.

The last movie we saw together, the last thing we did together, my last memory of him being alive.

I remember putting it in a few nights ago, when I was worried about Shawn.

Worried that the very worst had happened to him.

And it had.

Suddenly, my watery eyes turn dry and my blood turns cold.

My heart quickens and I bite the inside of my cheek so hard that I taste blood.

I suddenly leap up and slam the tv onto the ground with one swift motion.

Glass shatters and I back up staring at what I've just done.

Suddenly I feel a kick and my mind flings to the baby.

The baby.

My anger rages and I can't stop as I fling my fists onto my stomach.

Over and over and over.

I try to stop but I can't and soon I can't hear or feel anything.

Just keep pounding the demon inside of me.

And then all of a sudden I feel strong hands grab me and everything goes black.

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