Operation Ann: Infected Crisis
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Jenn just couldn’t stay in her house with all her family stuff in it, so we came over to mine. It’s only been a couple days, but every night we’ve been here, I can hear Jenn crying herself to sleep. It breaks my heart, but I’m not sure what I can do to help her. So, I sit in my window while she cries and I look out for my mom. That's what I do most days, just sit at my window, hoping to see her walking up the driveway to the front door.
Today is like any other day; get up and have breakfast with Jenn, then I hightail it straight back up to my room to be on the lookout. To pass the time, I’ve caught up on reading. I’m now reading my mom’s books, but some of the stuff in them I have to skip. All the sex in them, now I know why my mom told me not to touch her books.
I look up from reading, and that’s when I see something coming toward the house. As they get closer, I can see it’s a woman and three men heading this way. Starting to freak out when I see its my mom, I start screaming and run to find Jenn. I’m so excited that she’s made it back to me, mom always promised after dad died she wouldn’t leave me. That’s why I never gave up hope that she would come back home.
“JENN, JENN!” My excitement can’t be contained after seeing my mom walking up to our home. “She came back, mom is home! I knew she wouldn’t leave me!”
Jenn emerges from the guest room with a weak smile on her face. I know she’s happy for me, but it probably makes her miss her family even more. I’m running fast down the stairs to get to the front door before mom does. Swinging the door open, I see relief across her face. Mom drops all her stuff and runs to me, and I to her. All we do for a good five minutes is hug and cry. No words are said between us, being together is enough in this moment. Once we let go, I see the bandage on her arm.
“Oh, mom, what happened to your arm?” I ask her as we walk into the house.
“Let’s go sit down, and I'll tell you everything.” Mom’s face looks so sad as she says this. I’m not sure who two of these guys are with her and Uncle Brandon, but they come in as well.
We all gather in the living room. Mom and I sit on the love seat, Uncle Brandon stands behind us. The other guys sit with Jenn on our couch. She looks so funny in between them. I really want to laugh, but mom has her serious face on, so I hold it in.
Mom starts, but what she’s saying I don’t want to hear. “Ellabee, I’ve come to say goodbye. Honey, I can’t stay. I tried so hard to make it back to you, but I was bitten today.”
Tears are smearing down her face as she tells me this, I’m so in shock, my brain has frozen. What is my mom telling me right now? She can’t leave me, she just got back. How can she leave already?
“What do you mean you have to leave? You just got here!” I hop up and yell at her. My voice comes out shaky. I’m so mad at her. “I’ll just go with you.”
“Ellabee, where I’m going you can’t follow. Soon, I’m going to turn like the others. But I had to come make sure you were okay,” she tells me in her ‘mom’ voice, the one that she gives me when it’s important. “Uncle Brandon will be here for you. He promised me that he will take care of you now that I can’t.”
“No, you can’t leave!” I’m screaming at her now. “How could you do this to me? You promised you would never leave me. Now you’re leaving me. You can’t leave me like dad left us. It’s not fair!” The tears finally come, and I sit down next to my mom.
“I don’t want to go, either, Ella, but I will not live like them. I’m going to die on my own terms. You know Uncle Brandon will make sure you’re safe,” Mom assures me. “And thank you, Jenn, for keeping her safe.”
They both nod at each other. Mom stands and motions for me to. She gives me a hug and whispers, “I’ll love you for always.”
She lets go, but I don’t want her to because I know she is going to leave. Once she goes out that front door, she’ll never step foot in it again.
“NO, please don’t go!” I’m pleading with her, trying to go after her, but Uncle Brandon has stepped in the way, so I can’t get to her now. “Please, please, mom!”
I crumple into Uncle Brandon’s arms as I hear the door open and close. “What am I supposed to do without my mom?”
“I don’t know, kid, but you and I will figure it out as we go,” Uncle Brandon tells me, looking down at me; his face is just as sad as I mine is.
The End
Acknowledgments
First off, I would like to thank my mom for being my number one fan and supporter! And then my sisters Jenée and Kayleigh who, no matter how much we have fought, have always had my back! I would like to thank my husband Bill and son Spyder for letting me take the time out to write, and supporting me in this journey. And my old and new friends I have made on this journey of writing! With out any of you this book wouldn’t be possible (Sosha, Jenée, Brandi, Crystal, Caitlyn, Jenn, Lisa, Amanda & Madison) and all the awesome Indie authors and Indie community. Without you guys, this would not be possible.
And I want to send a special shout out to my cover wife, vent buddy and all around sister now. Victoria thank you for everything you do and always being there for me and making me all the little things to make my books perfect!
And a big thank you to all the guys that let me use them as my character inspiration! (And maybe kill you.)
About the Author
K.A. is new to the writing world. She’s married with one crazy teenage son. (And three fat cats) She’s always loved to write, making up scary stories since she was a kid. She also loves reading, traveling with family and friends, Doctor Who, Supernatural, The Walking Dead ( and we would be here all day with all the show she loves) and cute cat videos.
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Also by K.A. Morse
Rylee’s Awakening
Rylee’s Reckoning
Loss of Eris ( coming soon)
Anthologies:
Melissa & The Lost Tomb of Akila
A Date With Death
Always Dreaming
Mania’s Death