Luxury won't be paid
Title: Luxury won't be paid
Fandom/Claim: So Weird
"Mommy wake up. Mommy wake up!" Slowly Molly escapes the grasp and comfort of sleep at the sound of her son calling for her attention at the end of the bed, fear and the look of unsureness ratiates in his eyes.
"What is it Jackie? Did you have a bad dream?" She asks him while pulling back the covers, the left side empty of her husband. Her son just shakes his head to reply while nippling on his lower lip.
"There is a police man at the door. He says he needs to speak to right away." Right than the floor gave in and the roof fell in as Molly falls to the ground, gripping at the quilt, screamuing and releasing a flood of tears. She knew what they wanted to say. She dreamt this day, in many fashions, different people baring the news, different places, but the message was still the same.
"Miss are you alright?" She looks at the doorway to see a man standing in uniform watching her pounding the bed with a tightly clinched fist.
"How can I be alright? My husband is dead."
"What!? No daddy can't be dead!" Molly watches unable to move as Jack tears from the room, trembling with fear and confussion over the words spoken. As the cop contuines to stare, wondering how she could know and what he should do.
"I told you this would end badly. I warned you Rick. I warned you." she mutters, still on the floor, aware of the cop staring, his training for this moment failing him. The faint sound of a young boy crying himself filters in from somewhere in the house. To return to sleep, to be able to wake with trembling comfort it was just another nightmare. Tonight that luxury won't be paid.
"Ma'm?"
"You may go." She whispers for the cop, and after a moment she hears his footsteps begin and decrease from the room.
"You stupid bastard!" Comes the scream of rage, the increase volume of her son and the startled cries of her daughter. But she didn't and couldn't care.
Fandom/Claim: So Weird
"Mommy wake up. Mommy wake up!" Slowly Molly escapes the grasp and comfort of sleep at the sound of her son calling for her attention at the end of the bed, fear and the look of unsureness ratiates in his eyes.
"What is it Jackie? Did you have a bad dream?" She asks him while pulling back the covers, the left side empty of her husband. Her son just shakes his head to reply while nippling on his lower lip.
"There is a police man at the door. He says he needs to speak to right away." Right than the floor gave in and the roof fell in as Molly falls to the ground, gripping at the quilt, screamuing and releasing a flood of tears. She knew what they wanted to say. She dreamt this day, in many fashions, different people baring the news, different places, but the message was still the same.
"Miss are you alright?" She looks at the doorway to see a man standing in uniform watching her pounding the bed with a tightly clinched fist.
"How can I be alright? My husband is dead."
"What!? No daddy can't be dead!" Molly watches unable to move as Jack tears from the room, trembling with fear and confussion over the words spoken. As the cop contuines to stare, wondering how she could know and what he should do.
"I told you this would end badly. I warned you Rick. I warned you." she mutters, still on the floor, aware of the cop staring, his training for this moment failing him. The faint sound of a young boy crying himself filters in from somewhere in the house. To return to sleep, to be able to wake with trembling comfort it was just another nightmare. Tonight that luxury won't be paid.
"Ma'm?"
"You may go." She whispers for the cop, and after a moment she hears his footsteps begin and decrease from the room.
"You stupid bastard!" Comes the scream of rage, the increase volume of her son and the startled cries of her daughter. But she didn't and couldn't care.