A few weeks passed. Shiloh generously got me an apartment, despite my protests. It was a cozy place, much better than any motel could compare to. Shiloh insisted on paying for it; he got a summer job as a carpenter for the summer. Even though it was probably impossible, I still wanted to pay for the apartment, but how could I get a job when I had Chance to look after? Sicily could only babysit so much.
One day, I thought of something that probably had to get done sooner or later. I asked Sicily to watch Chance. She agreed; she loves being with him. I got in my car (which Shiloh had driven home a couple weeks ago) and left. I drove around for maybe twenty minutes until I came to what I was looking for.
The county jail.
***
Ty sat down behind the glass wall, on a creaky metal stool. He wore the obnoxiously bright orange suits, and had handcuffs on both wrists. He furrowed his eyebrows when he saw me on the other side of the divider.
"Kodi?" he asked. Then he nodded once. "Guess you're not dead, huh?" he said obviously.
"No, I'm not dead," I said shaking my head. He smirked.
"So where've you been then? You know I'm getting hell for your possible murder."
"I ran away," I said. Ty rolled his eyes in response.
"Why?" he questioned.
"Because... I didn't know what to do. I wasn't thinking clearly, and I was scared." Ty rolled his eyes again. I was going to smack him if he did that one more time.
"That makes no sense to me, but whatever."
"Ty, I had a baby." The guarded sarcasm and indifference dissolved from him, and he turned white like a sheet.
"You're kidding." I shook my head. "I'll bet you hate the kid's guts," he said, somewhat sadly. I wrinkled my nose in disgust.
"I love my son more than anything in the world," I said defensively. Ty smiled a little.
"So you forgive me?" he asked. I bit my lip.
"Ty, because of what you did, I lost my Dad. I lost my home, any future career; I nearly lost my friends, sanity, and my life." He cringed at every detail. "But now I have the most precious thing I'd ever held dear and near to me." He softened a little, and looked at me cautiously. "So, I can't believe I'm saying this, but thank you. I'm not glad you did what you did, but I'm grateful to have my son." Ty stared at the floor and nodded.
"I have a son..." he said to himself. He looked up at me. "Do I ever get to see him?" I pursed my lips.
"I don't know," I said. I didn't want someone like Ty near my kid, but I knew that wouldn't be fair to Chance to never let him see his father. "We'll see. How long are you in here?"
"Now that you're alive and not dead, only 'bout five years."
"Well, then I got a lot of time to think it over." He nodded.
"I guess so." I said goodbye to Ty, and left. I returned back to the apartment, where Sicily was playing with blocks with Chance on the floor. He squealed with delight as I walked back in. I smiled.
"Where'd you go?" Sicily asked.
"I just had some errands to run," I said. She nodded, then playfully gasped at Chance who threw a block across the living room. He giggled and she laughed, and went to go retrieve it. Chance squealed again, and held his arms out to me. I picked him up and kissed his cheek, rocking him back and forth.
Just then, Shiloh walked in, home from work. The look on his face was puzzled. Sicily stood up, and took Chance out of my arms.
"Can I take him to the park before it gets late?" she asked.
"Sure?" I asked, confused by the random question. "I don't feel like going though. Be careful." She nodded and left. I turned to Shiloh.
"How was work?" I asked. He smiled.
"Fine I guess." He came closer and hugged me. I began making dinner in the kitchen. Shiloh sat on the counter near me, and told me about his day. An hour later, I looked at the clock.
"They should be home soon..." I muttered to myself. I got out three plates, and then heated Chance's bottle in the microwave.
"Guess I gotta do this now," Shiloh whispered. I turned to him.
"Hmm?" I asked. Shiloh hopped off the counter and came close to me.
"Kodi, you're amazing, beautiful, and a wonderful woman. I love you so much. Do you love me too?" he asked, somewhat hurriedly. I blinked.
"Yes...?" I said. I did love him, but whatever he was getting at just wasn't making sense. Then he got down on one knee and pulled out a small little black box.
"Kodi Hunter, will you marry me?" My jaw dropped.
One day, I thought of something that probably had to get done sooner or later. I asked Sicily to watch Chance. She agreed; she loves being with him. I got in my car (which Shiloh had driven home a couple weeks ago) and left. I drove around for maybe twenty minutes until I came to what I was looking for.
The county jail.
***
Ty sat down behind the glass wall, on a creaky metal stool. He wore the obnoxiously bright orange suits, and had handcuffs on both wrists. He furrowed his eyebrows when he saw me on the other side of the divider.
"Kodi?" he asked. Then he nodded once. "Guess you're not dead, huh?" he said obviously.
"No, I'm not dead," I said shaking my head. He smirked.
"So where've you been then? You know I'm getting hell for your possible murder."
"I ran away," I said. Ty rolled his eyes in response.
"Why?" he questioned.
"Because... I didn't know what to do. I wasn't thinking clearly, and I was scared." Ty rolled his eyes again. I was going to smack him if he did that one more time.
"That makes no sense to me, but whatever."
"Ty, I had a baby." The guarded sarcasm and indifference dissolved from him, and he turned white like a sheet.
"You're kidding." I shook my head. "I'll bet you hate the kid's guts," he said, somewhat sadly. I wrinkled my nose in disgust.
"I love my son more than anything in the world," I said defensively. Ty smiled a little.
"So you forgive me?" he asked. I bit my lip.
"Ty, because of what you did, I lost my Dad. I lost my home, any future career; I nearly lost my friends, sanity, and my life." He cringed at every detail. "But now I have the most precious thing I'd ever held dear and near to me." He softened a little, and looked at me cautiously. "So, I can't believe I'm saying this, but thank you. I'm not glad you did what you did, but I'm grateful to have my son." Ty stared at the floor and nodded.
"I have a son..." he said to himself. He looked up at me. "Do I ever get to see him?" I pursed my lips.
"I don't know," I said. I didn't want someone like Ty near my kid, but I knew that wouldn't be fair to Chance to never let him see his father. "We'll see. How long are you in here?"
"Now that you're alive and not dead, only 'bout five years."
"Well, then I got a lot of time to think it over." He nodded.
"I guess so." I said goodbye to Ty, and left. I returned back to the apartment, where Sicily was playing with blocks with Chance on the floor. He squealed with delight as I walked back in. I smiled.
"Where'd you go?" Sicily asked.
"I just had some errands to run," I said. She nodded, then playfully gasped at Chance who threw a block across the living room. He giggled and she laughed, and went to go retrieve it. Chance squealed again, and held his arms out to me. I picked him up and kissed his cheek, rocking him back and forth.
Just then, Shiloh walked in, home from work. The look on his face was puzzled. Sicily stood up, and took Chance out of my arms.
"Can I take him to the park before it gets late?" she asked.
"Sure?" I asked, confused by the random question. "I don't feel like going though. Be careful." She nodded and left. I turned to Shiloh.
"How was work?" I asked. He smiled.
"Fine I guess." He came closer and hugged me. I began making dinner in the kitchen. Shiloh sat on the counter near me, and told me about his day. An hour later, I looked at the clock.
"They should be home soon..." I muttered to myself. I got out three plates, and then heated Chance's bottle in the microwave.
"Guess I gotta do this now," Shiloh whispered. I turned to him.
"Hmm?" I asked. Shiloh hopped off the counter and came close to me.
"Kodi, you're amazing, beautiful, and a wonderful woman. I love you so much. Do you love me too?" he asked, somewhat hurriedly. I blinked.
"Yes...?" I said. I did love him, but whatever he was getting at just wasn't making sense. Then he got down on one knee and pulled out a small little black box.
"Kodi Hunter, will you marry me?" My jaw dropped.
The next day was a horror show.The school was burned down to the ground.All we had left was some desks,chairs,and books.The princepal and the church owner said we can us the church.Its to scared us to death because Sally Gunsman was burned with the school.Her brother Brandon Gunsman
was lucky he didnt go to the school with her to get her books,but he was sorry he did every go
because him could hav go her out.We all told him its not your fault ,she went in at the wrong time.
We had to save us and the town but how?
was lucky he didnt go to the school with her to get her books,but he was sorry he did every go
because him could hav go her out.We all told him its not your fault ,she went in at the wrong time.
We had to save us and the town but how?
"Andrew? Andrew? Are you okay?" Andrew hear Elizabeth's gentle, velvety voice as his consicness returned to him. "Hey honey, you've been asleep for awhile now." She seemed very concerned, considering she had only known him for a few hours. After the room stopped spinning, Andrew sat up and looked around. He was still in the hotel, but, he didn't recognize the room. When his gaze fell on Elizabeth, the room started spinning again. "So, when you said, "When I was alive." did you mean that you're a ghost?" Elizabeth's face was grim and solemn. "Yes. I'm a ghost." Suddenly, Andrew smelled cinnamon, honey, and something he didn't recognize. "Andrew I have to go. I'll be back tonight. By the way, call me Liz." She flashed him a dazzling smile, and she was gone. "Wow."