He threw his stick back into the corner and turned the frozen door knob, locked. He went out of the garage and opened his main door, did not budge. Perplexed and terrified as he vividly remembered he had left both the locks open, he sprinted to his neighbor's house, old Mrs. Newlan. Not wanting to scare the old lady even more as she had seen her husband pass away in front of her a couple of weeks ago, he decided not to tell her why he was actually there and just tell her that he was visiting. A cup of green tea and a couple of childhood stories later, Connor got a call from his mom to come back home.
Bryan slammed his bedroom door shut and settled himself down in his bed. As he laid down, he could hear the sound of his dad’s cough echoing throughout the entire house. As Bryan closed his eyes, he couldn’t help but to picture the hurtful expression on his dad’s face when Bryan said that he could take better care of himself more than Murray can. Bryan turned to his side as he shook the thought out of his head. From downstairs Bryan could hear the sound of his dad’s cane as it hits their rusty old floor.
The car startled him, but his lack of nerves led him to carry on. All to be heard was an owls hooting in a near by whistling tree. The waiting was endless, a single drop of rain trickled down his stern face, but for fear of being caught he never twitched. Two deafening roars of thunder echoed through the hills but torrential conditions didn't move him, his unblinking, hard, cold eyes where fixed on the house. Two years of planning was about to be over he picked up his box and limped down the hill to a lonely cottage.
Get out there and put the luggage in the trunk, it’s not going to put itself in you know.” James looked up in disdain. “Yes mother.” The entire car ride home, James tried to ignore the constant yapping of his mother. Every so often, he would think about his books and how he missed them, even though he had only been away for a short period of time. When they arrived home, James unloaded the bags from the car and took them to his mother’s room. He then crept as quietly as he could to his room, where he could escape to fantasy worlds with his books that he loved so much.
" Goddamnit" I quickly rolled out of my big soft bed, to turn off whatever the beeping sound came from and in the process my cat had been thrown off my chest. I fumbled around in the dark before making my way to the light switch and turning it on. My room was simple, numorus posters of bands, and games were plasted on the walls and dirty socks hanging from the drawer. i listen to the sound of the beep and slowly followed its source. There my digital alarm clock had been under my L shaped table along with some MONSTER energy cans.
There was a gloomy feel about everything around us. Even though I didn’t say anything, I knew things were changing. Our Motorhome sat out front in the driveway. I unlocked it and after we went inside, we pulled the couches out and put the sleeping bags on top. My dad turned on the tv and left to put my little sister to sleep.
He wanted nothing more than to run upstairs and shoot the dick who was breaking into his house, but he opened the door without a sound and crouched. Slowly, he made his way up the stairs, wincing at every squeak. As he came in sight of the floor, he scanned it and felt his breath leave him when there was no one there. The lights turned on overhead and illuminated nothing but junk and debris blown in from the storm. "Holy shit, that scared me," Jeremy sighed.
As he enters his doorway and hangs up his jacket, he slowly glances around the living room and finds his way to the olive colored sofa. As he searches the coffee table for the remote control, he begins to think of his ailing mother and her impact on his life. His search ends as he finds the clicker and turns on the television. Not paying any attention to the infomercial on the screen, he is just glad that the silence of his home is broken. As Chuck Norris is explaining why the “Ab Slide is the newest, safest and most effective method for getting in shape in the comfort of your own home.” He reflects back on the conversation that he had walking home from the hospital.
Her heart pounded so hard she thought he must surely be able to hear it and she scarcely breathed as he stopped outside the closet door. Opening it slowly he looked inside but seemed unable to see her as he closed it and walked into another room. He called her name but she lay motionless until she heard him on the stairs. After a few more drinks he would pass out in front of the TV but afraid he might come back, she waited until she heard her mother come home from work. She slowly and quietly opened the closet door and tiptoed back to bed.
I saw my nephew, he was dashing towards my house and sooner or later came out his dad from the driver's seat; though his face seemed blank and looked like he wanted to get out of my neighborhood as fast as possible. I opened the door and in came my nephew. "Hello dear, why don't you look so handsome today!" Later Mark, my brother came in and just told me "He's your problem now," and gave a kiss to his son then left. During this period Paul, my nephew ate some cookies and sat down on the couch to watch some television.