Summary Of ' I Am All Ears '

“The attempt was nearly successful. She lost a lot of blood. Thank God you found her as quickly as you did. Another few minutes in the bathtub and she would have bled out. Right now, my biggest concern is the infection. The wounds are not getting better by themselves. We need antibiotic ointment or pills, which we’re out of right not.”

“I’m sorry.” She brushed away the gravel embedded in her now bloodied elbows. “It won’t happen again.”

I went back inside through the back door of the house where the kitchen is. My mother was already there sitting near the kitchen table organizing bills and payments. I handed her the mail in disappointment. I walked away afterwards with such saddened movement towards the living room so I did not have to see her reaction when she opened the envelope of my mistakes. After sitting in the couch for awhile I realized I wasn’t hearing my name being strictly called, so I had

I rushed out of my bedroom to greet my mom, my dad and my brother Eric when I heard the garage door open. When they entered the house my mom was talking. There was a sad tone in her voice. I ran back to the hallway and listened.

"I can't stitch you up, but I can bandage you as well as I can." I say, and begin to wrap the ace around the wounds. She drops the towel from her mouth and chokes out a long moan. She chugs down two acetaminophen, and leans back against the wall.

"Aye, your gonna die of blood loss. Have you ever heard of taking care of yourself?" a voice said. I shifted slightly to see Luke's face and uncut hair dangling over my wound. "Seriously, like not kidding."

He let go of her hand, “ My apology, I wasn’t mean any harm, it’s just that I couldn't wait any longer, sorry if I scared you, my love.” He landed his hand of her baby soft skin and wiped away the tears that were dripping from her sparkling eyes.

My mother’s panicked voice was cut off by a series of incoherent mumbles. My sister’s head snapped back, and after a heartbeat of stunned silence, she rushed up the stairs.

The boy released the tight grip he had on his mother’s coat. She gave him a small smile and lead him back to the house. He resumed picking at his dinner while his mother wandered around in front of him, wiping down clean shelves and glancing out the kitchen window every minute or so. The absence of words made the room

“Doesn’t mean we have to stop being friends! Literally, you haven’t been talking to me just because i’m moving, how is that fair.”

“Ha.” Cyril was not amused. “You’re trying to distract me. Out with it. It’s late and I want to get home.”

When she saw who was at the door, she rose and looked around the room to settle what memories she had of the place. It was told to her by many that this was her mother’s favorite home. Now she would never see it again.

Aidren stood up backing away from Juliette body "I told you I can handle it" a open cut on his right brow and bottom lip, his nose had blood dripping down slowly

“This is not the life I wanted, being a stay-at-home mom while my husband gets to move freely and get a break from the kids.

"I am going to just cut to the chase I have kept you two waiting for a very long time and I have come to terms of my fate."