In Love With A Cereal Killer [Book 1] (On Hold)

~Chapter 43 A Little Visit

Brock POV

I stared at the time, Luke had invited everyone to hang out at his house. Everyone was supposed to be there in at least two hours. I was going to go but then realized I was supposed to be somewhere else.

I didn't cancel the invitation though, it was just going to be a little visit that's all. I held the basket that was filled with all kinds of goods. I had put some homemade muffins, brownies and even chocolate chipped cookies. I also put baby's breath on the side of the basket to make it look nice. Finally the last touch to the basket was a small note that laid flat on top of the brownies.

I couldn't wait to deliver the basket, I skipped to the entrance of the facility. A police guard that was inside the building came rushing out, running towards me. I was instantly caught in a hug, almost dropping the basket I had made, I hugged him back.

A giggle escaped my mouth as I pulled away. "Brocky, how have you been, I haven't seen you in so long" Kyle exclaimed. I giggled again, "I'm sorry, I just been having a lot of things going on in my life, how about you, how's police duty treating you" I questioned, changing the subject rather quickly. "Oh yeah, it's going great actually but I'm still in training, I get to do all kinds of stuff like I'm even on night patrol, the people could be a little bit to bossy though since I'm 'rookie', it's kinda annoying.." Kyle ranted to me.

I gave him a small smile, Kyle giving one in return. "Don't get me wrong, I love my job just not the people....but seeing you makes up for it " Kyle said happily giving me another hug.

Kyle then gave me a kiss on the cheek, I immediately got flustered. "Kyle~" I whined as I slightly push him away. "You know I hate it when you do this in public" I groaned. "What's wrong, is Brocky embarrassed~" He cooed. Kyle then proceeded to smother me with kisses all over my cheeks.

I rolled my eyes, pulling away once again in embarrassment. "I love you, Brocky" Kyle said with a wide smile. "I love you too, Kyle" I exclaimed, giving him a quick squeeze. I heard a loud car squeak, which you don't usual here since this was supposed to be a slow road.

We were startled, making us quickly pull apart to see what happened. Nothing, I guess someone was just making a sharp turn. "So I'm guessing you're here for the usual" Kyle questioned and I turn to look at him. I nodded my head slowly, something in my heart made me have this bad feeling....but why.

~Time Skip

I set the basket down as the cop checked it for anything, suspicious. They finally took the basket and headed to the prisoner's cell. After a couple minutes of waiting, a door opened behind the glass wall.

I saw her as she was pushed inside with a police officer, guarding the door behind her. She hastily got up, running to the glass wall. I smiled widely at her as we both picked up the telephone to speak. "Oh my god, I missed you so much baby, I thought...I-I thought you weren't going to c-come back" she stuttered.

I smiled at her through the glass wall that separated us. "I'm sorry I couldn't visit you sooner...I just.....there has been a lot of things that are going on in my life right now and...I just.." I stammered multiple times.

She put her hand on the glass and I did the same on top of hers. "Shhh, it's okay, you're here now and that's what matters the most" she whispered and I saw tears starting to fill her eyes.

I, myself had tears that trickled down my cheeks. They weren't tears of sadness, it was more like tears of joy. "I missed you so much mom" I mumbled into the telephone, my voice starting to crack as more tears came. "I-I miss you too, I just...I just wish I could hold you in my arms, even if it was just for..a second, I-I barely was able to hold you when y-you were a baby" she muttered the last part but I was still able to hear.

She smile brightly, a smile that never really dead. She always kept her hopes up, I smile at the thought that I was just like her. She is a kind women and no one can tell me otherwise. She almost died saving me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her.

Yet, they still took her away from me cause of what he had done. She killed him to save us both....if she didn't do what she had done. He could've killed her then me and maybe even get away with murder.

I don't remember him at all, only the stories that my mom told me about him. He wasn't always abusive, it was when my mom got pregnant with me did he start drinking. He was also a part of the military at one point and thought of me being weak and a waste of his time.

That's when he started abusing my mom, he would hit her all the time when she was pregnant with me. Unfortunately for him, she never had a miscarriage and successfully gave birth to me.

To this point, my mom was debating if he even loved her anymore. He definitely loved her at one time but then he just completely changed and she didn't know why. It was when my mom suggested on getting a divorce did he completely snap at her.

I was just a few months old when this all happened. He pulled out a gun on her and shot at her three times. One bullet hit her left shoulder and went through. Another hit her right leg and the last one grazed her hip.

This is when she grabbed me and took me out of my crib. She tried to run out with me in her arms but he wouldn't allow that. She tripped but turned her back to face the ground so I wouldn't hit the ground like she did. My mother and father faught each other, my father took me away from her arms.

He ran back inside the house with me in his arms. While they were fighting outside, he drop his gun. My mother threaten my father if he didn't release me then she was going to shoot him.

My father didn't listen and in fear that he was going to hurt me. She shoot him about six times. My mom ran to me, she looked at my father at his dying state. His last words to her was..."I still love you..take care of our son...I'm sorry" she told me.

At that moment, she realized that she made a mistake. She said, he had never referred to me as his son until his last dying breathe. She was heartbroken that day, since my father didn't survive that.

She was arrested for murder that day, it wasn't proven to be self defense. After all, my father was in the military and was suffering through a traumatic experience. He watched as his closest friends died in the war and when I was born, he thought I was to weak.

He thought I wasn't going to make it out there in the real world. He couldn't bother to give me attention cause the last time he got attach to someone. He had to watch them die right in front of his eyes.

It was a bloody battle, something no one can unsee, which I don't blame my father for. It wasn't exactly his fault but it wasn't my mom's fault either. One day, I would hope that she would finally be released from this prison but all we can do now, is wait.

Uh-oh, who in the heck is Kyle and what is he to Brock. Poor Brock's Mom is in prison for the murder of Brock's Dad. Brock and his Mother has been separated for most of Brock's life. Brock believes it isn't his father fault and shows no anger towards his father, only sympathy. Sorry guys this took so long, I hope ye enjoyed this chapter. Bye, Bye.😯👋

                                    ~BlueWolf203