Short Story

Cold wind cladded my skin. The week, yellow light of the candles where starting to fade away. Soon the only source of light Edmin and I would have was the one of the harsh lightnings plummiting from the dark clouds. We could hear just the rain drops crashing to the ground and the thunder so loud it made our ear drumbs shake. Our arms wraped around each outher giving us enough warmth to not make a big deal about it, but we still froze even if our cloths was starting to dry up from this horrible storm. At least we could stand staying in this place until most of the anarchy is fixed in this town.

I looked at Edmin for a while and I could bearly make out his face with such dim light. For the first time in ten years of my sons life I saw worry in his dark-blue eyes that where almost coverd by his souking black hair. Also, for the first time, his skin looked pale like snow probably because of the cold. I couldn't stand seeing him like this, so I thought of a way to cheer him up, "Don't worry, we can conspire and figure a way to get out of here." I stated with a low, uneaven voice and shaky lips; probably not from the weather, but from the fact that the cops could find us any moment now, just like they did with Edmin's father, my husband ten years ago. Edmin was just five years old.

"I don't care if I get out of here or not, I want Dad back." he declared with a strong, demanding wheep. Tears came down from his eyes. He couldn't just aprehend, could he?

"Dont you get," I paused to let go of him to look straight at his eyes. " they arrested him a long time ago. Fom what I know, he might not even be...." I stopped my words in an instant as I couldn't even finish the sentance. I couldn't hold the cry in anymore. Tears flooded my eyes as well as my heart. I burried my head in beatween my knees. I rememberd the last time I saw him....

" Edmin, stay with your mom." Chris wisperd to Edmin as he knudged him towards me. Edmin held on tight to my arm. I stepped away from the door even more from what I was, but Chris got closer to it. He looked back at me with that same replica of Edmin's eyes. The only difference was that Chris had slightly thinner lips than him. He turned back around and slowly placed his palm on the golden knob, turning it, then opening the door to see a police in the entrance. Chris swoloed and in a very polite manner, he spoke, "May I help you in any way sir?"

"Is your name Chris Woods?" the cop said in a loud intimidating voice.

"Yes that is me."

"May I speek to you outside?" Those words made me siver, but I never knew that they would change my life.

Chris looked at me again and mouthed three words, "I love you." then the police leaded him out the house. I frozed in my spot and felt like my breath was gone. Fear over powerd my whole body and I practicly stayed paralized. The door closed behind him, and from that day, I havn't seen him again.



I lifted my head to take a short glance at him and say I was sorry for the crusal words, but he just staird at the distance, and I knew that he was remembering the same momment.

Gladys

I couldn't sleep, I truly couldn't. Tomorow was going to be the first day of school after Christmas vacation, and I really didn't want to start; I didn't want the last day of sweet vacation to go by so fast, so I just layed there on my bed and looking at the roof thinking about anything really, until I heard a cry coming from the room that was partly connected to mine in a way. It was Gladys, my little sister. She does't cry anymore at nights, so I thought for a momment what might of been going on. I sat up on my bed in a way that my bare feet touched the cold-tiled floor. I waited there for a momment to see if the weeping would stop, but it didn't. I finally stood up and headed to peek though the arch that sepporated our rooms. It was to dark for me to see, so I walked towards her bed, so it would be more clear what was going on. "Gladys, whats going on?" I asked in a sweet, soft tone.
"Ma... ma..., Mama left me alone. I don't want to be alone." she weeped in a low voice. I sat on the border of the bed. Afraid that she would slap me and say "don't touch me!", I slowly moved my arm to her and carefuly pased my cold fingers through her beautiful, soft curls.
"Want me to stay here with you?" I asked.
"Yes!" and she puled me to lay down next to her small, pettit body. I hugged her and her tears fadded. She hugged me back and I smiled. I sang her a lullaby and she sang along. I looked at her, and I knoticed, she's not a little baby any more; she's growing up." My baby sister is growing up." I told myself. One day she won't even care about me, or maybe care about me more, but whatever happens, she will always be the best sister someone could ever have.