Short Story : ' Mommy Look ! '

“I told you sweetie, she is in a better place right now. She won’t be coming home.” She looks up at me with tears in her eyes. “That’s not fair! Why would he leave us?” “It wasn’t her fault baby girl,” I say tearing up. “I WANT TO SEE HER NOW!” Amelia starts screaming. “You can’t see her!” I shout back.

Calling his parent’s number, Andrew answered, and Jerry said, “Dad, I need to talk to you, it is important. Would you and Mom come over for a few minutes? Please, Dad,” he asked with a lump in his throat

“She’s right,” said her father lightly as he strode into the room carrying his jet black suit. “Don’t worry Sarah, you will always be my little girl.” I smiled and dove into his arms, for a brief second remembering how he would hold me when I was younger. “You don’t have to worry about me. I can handle myself. Besides,

“Great to have you home, hon.” Mom calls to me through the door from the kitchen as she’s walking back upstairs to her bedroom, each syllable get harder to hear. I should have known that I’d wake her up, making that much noise in what was technically the middle of the night.

“Daddy is very sick right now, and still in Germany for his business trip. He’s not going to be coming home tonight, so you're going to have to wait a few more days to see him.”

“Ring, ring, ring! Hello? She did?! Thank you lord!.. Wait what?... Oh okay okay...We're on our way!” Says my dad in a shaky loud voice. I could hear my dad from the other side of the room because the walls are thin as paper. I hear the bed squeak as my parents get up from their bed. Their footsteps sound like elephants. I hear my door knob being graved and the door opens. My mom comes running into my room and then I knew something was up.

She put the phone on speaker and walked into the kitchen where her mother was sitting.

Trembling, I tap the phone numbers I've memorized since seventh grade. Neither one of my parents pick up and I bang my head against the wall. Those two must be busy with their customers at this time, hence no answer. I take a step forward only to hear something crash in the main sitting area.

“Jamie?” Dad peeked his head through my door. “Let’s go into the family room,” he said, as he entered my room. It was like tiny marshmallows tip-toed across my floor, that was so unlike him. It was usually like a herd of elephants marching across the valley, parading around as if they were the best creatures on earth. He walked over to my desk where I was sitting and grabbed my arm. He stood me up with one hand, using no amount of effort. Then, he gently started pushing me along, towards the door. His voice sounded sweet and understanding, as he whispered, “It’s all going to be ok.”

“I’m gonna to call them now,” you said as you pulled your phone out of your jeans pocket. Dean watched as you scrolled through your contacts. You selected you mother’s number, and put the phone up to your ear. It rang three times, than your mother picked up the phone.

Within the hour the phone rings and I hear Grandmother softly crying. As she calls other family, I slowly piece together an account of the day from her side of the conversation. Mom’s being transported by ambulance to a nearby emergency room for attempted suicide. Sadness grips my chest sucking air from my lungs. Somewhere within my trusting innocence, I expect Dad or Mom to walk through the door; I yearn for reassurance.

“Mmm, yes baaaby!!!” she grunted. She began to jerk her son’s large cock with both of her hands, as he fingered her. He watched as her pregnant belly jiggled as she thrust against his hand. He pulled her shorts and panties off. He began kissing below her large breasts, and she felt his tongue as it slowly licked across her swollen

“Hey sweetie, mommy is gonna be home late, so I made chicken nuggets ok.” Her dad said as he put down the plate and rubbed her head down with his hand and kissed her on the cheek then scurried back inside their house.

“Okay,” I said as mom pulled out her phone. She began to call people, starting with her parents. When she called they picked up almost immediately and my grandmother, with her always sweet voice, started pouring out tons of questions about if we were okay, if our house was okay, and so much more. As soon as we answered that we were all fine and unharmed her voice flooded with relief. We made about twenty more phone calls just that one where all of our family’s voices

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