"Do you think she's ok," Jake asked innocently.
"I hope so," was Mark's short reply. Why did she go? Was there something terrible wrong? He had the scariest feeling in his stomach. What if something had happened to her? He wouldn't be able to bear it. She meant so much to him. Even though he did not agree with her all the time, she was his mother: the only person in the world that understood him. He sighed. He had to go to work again. Mark looked up from the saucepan. Jake was sitting patiently at the table; he seemed to be thinking of matters that no child should be bothered with. Mark felt awfully sorry for his brother. He wanted him to play and be carefree. Fat chance.
"Jakey, do you think you can help me out? How do you make pasta?"
"You don't know how to make pasta," Jake grinned. "It's easy. Mommy taught me. All you do is put the dry stuff in a pot of boiling water and it becomes white and soft. She said if you want, you can even heat the pasta sauce," he added eagerly. He knew it was expensive to use the stove so much, but he could not help himself.
Mark noticed his brother's hint. He smiled.
"Ok. I'll heat the sauce. Do you know if I." Mark was cut off. The doorbell rang.
Jake rushed to the door: "Mommy? Mommy, is that you?"
Mark took his time as a feeling of relief came over him. He added the water to the pot and put the stove on high. It was then that he realized that Jake was no longer speaking. Within a millisecond, Mark raced to the door. It was open; the wind made a sad howling sound. Mark's stomach flipped. He leaned on the wall for support.
"Jake?!? Jake, where are you?!?" No answer. "Jake! Please! This isn't the time to mess around. Please come out," Mark pleaded, but no matter how much he called out, there was no Jake. In horror, Mark wondered if this was the same way his mother had gone.
He closed the door, but left the chain on to make sure that he was the one controlling entry. Mark debated whether he should call the police. Two of his family members were missing. He knew they would charge money, but they were his family. They were worth much more than money. Mark made up his mind and reached for the phone.
Suddenly the doorbell rang again. Mark stopped dead. His heart missed a beat. Slowly, he made his way to the door. He put his ear to it and tried to hear, but nothing was making noise. Warily, he called, "Jake?" He heard nothing. Carefully he opened the door a creak and looked out into the night. A blinding white light flashed into his eyes. The chain broke and Mark fell backwards. He tried to get up, but he couldn't. He couldn't move at all. He was stuck to the ground. It was then, at that moment, that Mark remembered his dream. The man, all in white, with that dreadful frown. But wait, it wasn't dream. The man was right in front of him.
AN: Sorry for not updating last weekend. I was swamped with wrk..and laziness.haha. I'll update again this weekend to make up for it. Please Review.you wouldn't believe how much I appreciate it when you guys do. Thanks Galore!
~ DwYnNe
"I hope so," was Mark's short reply. Why did she go? Was there something terrible wrong? He had the scariest feeling in his stomach. What if something had happened to her? He wouldn't be able to bear it. She meant so much to him. Even though he did not agree with her all the time, she was his mother: the only person in the world that understood him. He sighed. He had to go to work again. Mark looked up from the saucepan. Jake was sitting patiently at the table; he seemed to be thinking of matters that no child should be bothered with. Mark felt awfully sorry for his brother. He wanted him to play and be carefree. Fat chance.
"Jakey, do you think you can help me out? How do you make pasta?"
"You don't know how to make pasta," Jake grinned. "It's easy. Mommy taught me. All you do is put the dry stuff in a pot of boiling water and it becomes white and soft. She said if you want, you can even heat the pasta sauce," he added eagerly. He knew it was expensive to use the stove so much, but he could not help himself.
Mark noticed his brother's hint. He smiled.
"Ok. I'll heat the sauce. Do you know if I." Mark was cut off. The doorbell rang.
Jake rushed to the door: "Mommy? Mommy, is that you?"
Mark took his time as a feeling of relief came over him. He added the water to the pot and put the stove on high. It was then that he realized that Jake was no longer speaking. Within a millisecond, Mark raced to the door. It was open; the wind made a sad howling sound. Mark's stomach flipped. He leaned on the wall for support.
"Jake?!? Jake, where are you?!?" No answer. "Jake! Please! This isn't the time to mess around. Please come out," Mark pleaded, but no matter how much he called out, there was no Jake. In horror, Mark wondered if this was the same way his mother had gone.
He closed the door, but left the chain on to make sure that he was the one controlling entry. Mark debated whether he should call the police. Two of his family members were missing. He knew they would charge money, but they were his family. They were worth much more than money. Mark made up his mind and reached for the phone.
Suddenly the doorbell rang again. Mark stopped dead. His heart missed a beat. Slowly, he made his way to the door. He put his ear to it and tried to hear, but nothing was making noise. Warily, he called, "Jake?" He heard nothing. Carefully he opened the door a creak and looked out into the night. A blinding white light flashed into his eyes. The chain broke and Mark fell backwards. He tried to get up, but he couldn't. He couldn't move at all. He was stuck to the ground. It was then, at that moment, that Mark remembered his dream. The man, all in white, with that dreadful frown. But wait, it wasn't dream. The man was right in front of him.
AN: Sorry for not updating last weekend. I was swamped with wrk..and laziness.haha. I'll update again this weekend to make up for it. Please Review.you wouldn't believe how much I appreciate it when you guys do. Thanks Galore!
~ DwYnNe