The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

Chapter 40

"Okay, okay, okay, okay!" Lynnette repeatedly and breathlessly said inside her head as she laid upon the floor. "Okay, Lynn, you need to pull your damn self together and think. Apparently, Cloyse was right about his fairy dust, so what we need to do is find some way or another to break free, because I can hear both of those fuckers inside this building now!"

With as much energy, will and hope as she could collect, Lynnette tried so hard to move at least one finger on her right hand, but no matter what it would not budge. She tried again and again but to no avail whatsoever.

"Okay, okay, at least Isaiah has stopped crying." She panted. "Now, if I could somehow just open at least one eye, I could see what he was up to."Her eyes were wide open, but the sight in them was black.

She had no clue as how to even begin with regaining at least one tiny glimpse of light. She could hear the boy moving about in the room, babbling and apparently playing with something that in her ears sounded like a heavy piece of steel.

"Baby...be...quiet." She struggled so hard to utter.

Just trying to push out one word felt like trying to strain mud through a peephole; Lynnette's vocal cords were actually beginning to hurt to the point where she wanted to give up speaking and focus solely on her limbs.

"Okay, girl, you have to concentrate. Think about what you want to do and just do it, because I can now smell smoke and it smells like it's near."

She fought with the resiliency of a titan, attempting to move one finger or two after another, but yet and still, nothing would act. Lynnette wanted to cry, but even something as simple as tears would not form inside her eyes.

"Mama," Isaiah blurted out real loud.

The shock of hearing him yell should have sent a wave of fear down her entire body, but Lynnette could feel nothing physically. She wanted to tell him to be quiet, or better yet, close his mouth with her own hand.

"Please...stop." Lynnette grunted in a monotone fashion.

She listened as Isaiah romped about the room before the growls of the beasts from a far distance came into earshot.

"Isaiah...shut...up." She began to bleed from the mouth.

Lynnette had experienced helplessness before, from the night in the bathroom with Isaac, from being upstairs with Arthur, but at that juncture, lying on the floor and not being able to at least see her son, the feeling of powerlessness was the ugliest and most soul crushing bit of ungodliness she had ever tasted. It was not only frightful, but also demeaning.

Just as Lynnette gave thought to another attempt at moving, something began to rattle at the door. She could tell that it was behind the door for the simple fact that she could hear the doorknob twist from side to side.

Out of instinct, Lynnette's eyes opened wide. She could hear Isaiah walk towards the door and pound against it. There wasn't a single bone or nerve inside her body that didn't want to wake up and scream at that moment.

"Don't...Isaiah."

about a few seconds the door swung open. Lynnette could hear footsteps stomp inside

are

Lynnette's eyeballs rolled about in their respective sockets in the

in the kitchen cooking your supper."

must to that of the

your ass to meet me downstairs around five o'clock! Where the fuck were you?" The man stomped his heavy foot

must've lost track of time,

that honey

the floor, but for the life of her she couldn't hear a mumbling word from Isaiah. She couldn't figure out just what on earth was

go through all of this, now, I am asking you! I'm begging you, fucking help us! I am asking for your help! Please,

man scream and toss his lady from one end

"Just focus on it and it will happen! Focus on one

but all that seemed to do was propel even

"Fuck that, I'm gonna blow your black ass away!" The man in the

up, get up, get up, get up!" She hollered over and over again in her head as astonishingly loud as she

shoot me!" The

"Get the fuck up,

eyes opened as wide as they could while she kept on trying to move. She was finding that the more she kept on pushing, the more feeling began flooding back into

"Don't stop, just keeping

and out before she realized that the other fingers on her right hand could do the same. Before long, her entire right arm became mobile,

Isaiah." She

bang!" she heard him scream

come here!" Her muffled voice started to

body at that stage began to take on an exuberant surge of energy. No, she didn't have the strength to just leap

left eye like someone was flashing a candle in

four minutes what Lynnette could see in front of her was fog with shapes within it. It was certainly a lot better than what she had been seeing earlier. Standing above both her and Isaiah was a large man, and a cowering woman's silhouette. The man had his gun pointed directly at the woman's face before he pulled

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