The Window, Chapter 3CHAPTER 3The Window, Chapter 3 by Monster13OhYeah
Joseph slowly rose from his squatted postion under the window and made his way to his bedroom, taking a quick glance out of the window as he did so, to his dissapointment, the boy had gone...
"He must have seen me, he must have." He whispered and flug himself onto his large bed, that was covered pillows and Horror Movie plushies.
He reached over to his bedside table and grabbed his headphones. He put them on, turned the music up loud and fell asleep.
Joseph awoke with a start, music still blearing in his ears and his mum shaking him gently.
Wake up sweety! She cooed, kissing his cheek.
"I'm going to work now honey." She said as Joe rubbed his eyes.
"Okay mum." He replied as she walked out off his room and went to work.
Joseph sighed, flung his legs off the bed and got up, he had a whole two weeks to himself! But, he had no one to spend it with.
"What on earth am I going to do?" He thought to himself. He had no friends, or family...
Joseph quickly brush
The Window, Chapter 2CHAPTER 2The Window, Chapter 2 by Monster13OhYeah
Joseph stared out the window watching the men carrying the familes furniture into the house, there seemed to be a lot of it.
After what felt like hours, the doors on the back of the van were slammed shut, the men got inside the driver's cab and then drove off.
But Joe still wasn't quite ready to go around there yet. "Tomorow maybe." he said to himself with a grunt. He had lots of time to pluck up his courage. It was the holidays, so he had two weeks to make up his mind.
"Dinner!" His mum called and he made his way into the kitchen.
"Did you go and say hello?" His mum asked sweetly.
"No, no I didn't" He replied.
"Oh, well you have plenty of time to these next two weeks. Or I could go round there and losen him up?" She said with a laugh.
"That would be great... I guess" He replied as he ate a mouthfull of pasta.
He got up from the table to make his way upstairs, stopping to look out of the window on the staircase. The window looked directly at an upstairs bedroom in the house n
Des Moines Show Down Chapter 7Chapter 7Des Moines Show Down Chapter 7 by SlipknotStaySIC666
Staggering down the busy streets to Jim's house, Corey could feel the glares cutting into him like knives. The gasps and stares made Corey feel like a freak show, but he was in too much pain to care. Each corner he turned he prayed he would see Jims house, untill finally after two more agonizing streets, he was back at Jims. He composed himself as much as he could and knocked on the door.
"I'll get it!" Jim called from the livingroom, setting down his coffee and heading out to the door.
"Oh my god Corey!" Jim called, Sandra rushing out into the hall.
"Jesus christ!" she yelled and ran over to the bloodied Corey clinging to Jim for life. Both helped him into the house, Sandra taking his bag and dumping it on the floor. Corey moaned in pain as Jim supported his bruised body, the pain ripping through him.
"Here put him on the couch," Sandra ordered to Jim as she ran out to the kitchen and returned with a damp cloth and a first aid kit. He set Corey down on his side on the couch,
Des Moines Show Down Chapter 8Chapter 8Des Moines Show Down Chapter 8 by SlipknotStaySIC666
After a much loved meal and a cup of warm milk, Jim helped a sleepy Corey to bed. Jim decided to sleep on the couch tonight in case he accidently hurt him, so making sure Corey was comfortable, he left a glass of water and two more pain killers on the bedside table in case he woke in the night. He retrieved a spare pillow and a blanket from the storage cupboard and headed back down to the living room where his mother had made them both a hot cup of coffee.
"Thanks," he smiled as he set foot in the living room. Sandra smiled back and placed the cups on some old coasters.
"He sleeping?" she spoke in a hushed voice as she settled into the other couch. Jim nodded, dumping his pillow and blanket on the couch he would be sleeping on.
"He should be fine," he mumbled, bouncing down into the couch and reaching over to grab his coffee. "No thanks to that prick, deserves a beating himself," Jim muttered as he stared blankly at the TV screen. He wasn't watching it, rather thinking about