oh I want more!!!....this story is so good!:D
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oh I want more!!!....this story is so good!:D
yay! i was wondering when you would post more!
Writing in process!
Just started reading. It sounds great so far, Megan!
Keep it coming. :D
“What’s the matter, kiddo?” I whispered, picking her up. I sat in the rocking chair in the corner and rocked her back to sleep. I looked at my watch. 1 in the morning. I closed my eyes and put my head back, and before I knew it, I was fast asleep.
I woke up again at 3, because Alexis had turned over in her sleep. I put her in her crib and tiptoed to my room. On the way there I saw that my mother’s light was still on. I rolled my eyes and went to bed.
I woke up the next morning to Kendra shaking me.
“Kyla! Kyla!” she cried. She was in full blown, frightening tears and sobs.
“What’s wrong, Ken?” I asked, beginning to panic. Where was my mom?
“Momma’s bleeding, Kyla! Help!” she screamed and jumped into my arms, still sobbing. I ran to my mother’s rooms with Kendra still in my arms. I put her down as I reached the door.
oh whats going to happen next:confused: .......I can't wait to find out!:D
“Kendra, go wake Sam and tell her to call the ambulance.” I whispered, and wiped a stray tear from her cheek. “It’s okay, just go tell Sam.” I pushed her towards Sam’s room and entered my mother’s.
My mother was lying on the white carpet, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. I saw a knife in her hand and a gash on her arm. I suddenly felt dizzy and exhausted. I knelt down and put my fingers on her wrist. I felt a pulse and almost cried with joy. Huge, wet tears began to slide down my face and onto my mother’s dirtied t-shirt. I kissed her cheek and then her 8 month pregnant belly. Samantha came running into the bedroom crying. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her arm.
DON'T STOP NOW!!!
Keep writting! DOES SHE DIE? Does she live???
I MUST KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ashley
i wanna know what happens!!!!
I might put more up later... but if you keep whining I might be forced to write now... lol
*whine* *Whine* *Whine* write something to distract me from waiting for the UPS man to deliver my birthday present from my daddy:rolleyes:
WHERE IS THE REST ::crys:: I MUST KNOW!! NOW!!
Ash :D
“Kyla?” she whispered. Her eyes rolled back in her head. I bit my lip. Many thoughts began running through my head and I began to cry again.
“Mom, I’m so sorry I yelled at you. I love you, Mom, I love you so much.” I cried. Suddenly red and blue lights could be seen flashing on the wall. I looked up and gasped. Within seconds paramedics where in my mother’s room, surrounding her.
“Is this your mother?” one of them asked.
“Yes, yes she is.”
“Is she pregnant?”
“Yes.” I said, biting my lip again.
“How far?”
“What?” I panicked.
“How far along is she in her pregnancy?” the man yelled.
“Eight months!” I screamed and ran out the door to get out of their way. Samantha had Alexis in her arms and Samantha was crying quietly. Kendra and Matthew where against the wall, both crying. They didn’t know what was going on, but they were scared.
more!!!!
MOREEEEEEEE! :D
I refuse to read this story any more!!!
IT'S TOO GOOD!!! And then you just leave us hanging :(
MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE!!
Ash
The paramedics left and we were left alone. I sat down on the couch and put my head in my hands. I tried not to cry, so I wouldn’t scare the kids.
“What’s wrong with Momma?” Matthew asked.
“Momma’s sick, honey. It’s okay.” I said. I pulled him towards me and hugged him. Samantha wrapped her arms around us and I pulled Kendra in and hugged her with my other arm. I needed to call Spencer.
“Hello?” said his mother.
“Spencer there?” I asked, trying not to sound scared.
“One minute.”
“Hello?” said Spencer’s soft, calming voice.
“Spence, can you come over?” I asked, my voice shaking.
“What’s wrong? I have the kids, my mom has to go to work. Can I bring them?”
“Yes, please, just come.” I said, putting the down on the receiver. I covered my mouth and let out a sob. I didn’t know what was going to happen to me, or the kids. We would most likely be sent out to my aunt in Florida, miles from my home here in Indiana. I started panicking, afraid I’d never see any of my friends again.
Ten minutes later, Spencer knocked on the door. Sam opened the door and took the kids into the playroom. Once they were gone, I collapsed into Spence’s arms and cried.
“What’s going on?” he asked, pushing me up to a sitting position. I was still crying, blubbering, barely able to speak.
“My mom.” I cried.
“What about her?”
“She… she cut her wrists and I found her bleeding on the floor this morning. Oh my God, Spencer, she could be dying.” I sobbed and collapsed into his arms again. For a long while, neither of us said anything. Then he got up and picked up the phone.
“Hello? Can I please find out how Karen Redding is?” Spencer asked. He nodded, and then hung up.
“I can’t find out anything because I’m not family. They said they were calling the family soon.” We anxiously waited for the phone to ring. Almost a half and hour later, the phone rang.
“Miss Redding?” the doctor said.
“This is her.” I said, and bit my lip. The butterflies in my stomach suddenly went double time.
“We understand your mother was bought into the hospital this morning.” He said. I wished he would just cut to the chase and tell me what was going on.
“I have some news. We delivered the babies, a boy and a girl. Unfortunately, I regret to inform you, we couldn’t save your mother.” He said quietly. “How old are you, Miss?” he asked. I knew this meant if I was 18, I would take the children.
“Eighteen.” I replied, not even thinking. It hadn’t sunk in that my mother was dead.
“You are old enough to be a legal guardian of these children, if you chose. You can come down to the hospital to bring them home tomorrow afternoon, and then we will have the papers that you must sign.” He said. I hung up the phone.
OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :eek: :eek: :eek: more!!!
o.O!!!! Keep going!!!! :D
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
You CAN'T stop there!! KEEP WRITING! KEEP WRITING! KEEP WRITING!
Ash :D
“Kyla, what happened?” Spencer asked. I sat down on the couch and stared out the window.
“She’s dead, Spencer. They delivered the twins, but she didn’t make it.” My chin started to quiver and my eyesight went blurry. Big, wet tears dropped onto the sleeves of my shirt. Spencer just watched me for a while, and finally he hugged me. I heard him sniffle a few times and realized that he was crying, too.
“Come stay at my house, okay? You and all the kids. Bring all the money you have and come stay with us. My mother will take you to pick up the kids tomorrow, okay?” he said. He kissed me, and then spoke again. “Everything will be okay, I promise.”
That poor girl!!
But poor you!!
WRITE MORE, it is WONDERFUL! You are such a good writer! Keep it up!
Ash :D
yay, spencer is cool! poor kyla!
I stood up and grabbed the wall to steady myself. I grabbed the kid’s coats and a bag full of clothes and the $250 I had saved ever since Matthew was born. I planned to have Spencer’s mom, Frieda, bring me back over to the house tomorrow to pick up the baby things.
I took my mother’s keys and her minivan and we packed everyone in. I had just gotten my license 3 months ago, but hadn’t driven much. We drove the 5 minutes to Spencer’s house and unpacked. Frieda wanted to ask me what happened, but I saw Spencer shake his head and tell her he would tell her later.
Erica and Jeremy seemed surprised to see us. Matthew told them we were staying for a few days and Erica began to jump up and down. I forced a smile and hugged them both. I put my bag into Spencer’s room and sat on his bed. Soon Samantha came and sat with me, and Spencer appeared in the door. He smiled and left us alone.
“Did Mom die?” she asked. I was surprised at her bluntness, but I nodded. Another tear made a path down my cheek and landed on my jeans. I sighed and laid on Spencer’s bed. Samantha began to cry and curled up next to me. I hugged her and cried with her; both of us huddled in a little ball, lifeless, motherless, and hopeless.
keep going!!!!:p
Name the PT'er who volunteers at a Horse Camp every year.
I think you posted the question in the wrong thread... ;)
Bumpty Bump Bump
Ash :D
:o :o :o :o :o REALLY didn't realize I did that... OMFG... :o:o:o
how about more story? ;) ;)
A teaser paragraph... :)
I woke up the next morning and saw Spencer lying on the bed next to me. He was peacefully sleeping, like nothing was wrong. My mouth dropped; had I slept with him? It felt really awkward, and I nearly jumped out of the bed. I hadn’t even noticed him come in. I must have fallen asleep on one side and Samantha hadn’t. It wasn’t that his bed was terribly small… I climbed out of the bed and put on a sweatshirt. I looked over at Spencer’s alarm clock. It was 4:30 in the morning. I sighed and went to the living room.
I do beleave this is labled ASHLEY ABUSE!!
You can't do this to me! WHY!! What have I done to deserve this!!
WONDERFUL story! KEEP WRITING!! That last paragraph WAS a teaser and now I MUST know more!
Ashley
i think it's Shannon abuse too! so like...write more....and post it....yay!
More! please?
more story porfavor! (that was me asking in spanish caus ei forgot the word for more and story :rolleyes: ) lol
bump bump bump :D
Another teaser...
I sat on the couch and pulled my knees up to my chest. I looked out the window in front of me and watched the sun appear from the east. A million thoughts were flowing through my head about my mother, about these children that were now under my supervision and care, and about how Spencer’s mom understood it all. Before I knew it, it was 7am, and Spencer came thundering down the hall, still half asleep.
“Did you sleep okay?” Spencer whispered.
“Yeah. I could have moved… I didn’t mean to fall asleep in your bed.” I said, blushing.
“It’s okay.” Spencer whispered, and laughed. He took some orange juice out of the fridge and poured two glasses. I took a small sip of mine, but didn’t feel hungry or thirsty. I looked out the window again and felt a tear on my cheek. I wiped it away quickly to avoid Spencer seeing, but he had.
PLEASE WRITE MORE!!
it's so GOOD! :D
Spencer sat down in the chair next to me and turned towards me.
“It’s okay, Kyla.” His finger touched my cheek and he wiped a tear away. “Please don’t cry anymore. I hate seeing you cry.” He said.
I shook my head.
“Spencer, my mom died, I can’t help it!” I almost yelled. I got up and walked outside. I paced back and forth on their deck. I had huge tears plastered on my face and my eyes were red and swollen. I rested my elbows on the railing of the deck and looked down. How I longed to just jump over the edge of this deck, plunge two stories down and end all the pain I had just endured in the past two days.