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."

Lynnette could hear footsteps stomp inside the apartment

"Bernice, where the fuck are

in the hopes that they would mercifully come

"I...I was in the kitchen cooking your supper." A woman

old must to that of the aroma of food, frying chicken to be

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

lost track of time, honey." The lady stuttered

"Fuck that honey shit, bring

mumbling word from Isaiah. She couldn't figure out

sat back and watched me and my son go through all of this, now, I am

muscle inside her stationary body. Just listening to the man scream and toss his lady from one end of the

gasped. "Just focus on it and it will happen! Focus on one finger;

that seemed to do was propel even

gonna blow your black ass away!" The man in the room roared with

get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up!" She hollered over and over again in

don't shoot me!" The

"Get the fuck

while she kept on trying to move. She was finding that the more she kept on pushing, the

stop, just keeping

finger began stretching in 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, so much so that she

"Come...here, Isaiah."

"Bang, bang, bang!" she

Her muffled voice started

energy. No, she didn't have the strength to just leap to her feet like a cat, but

stomach before a glimmer of light flickered in her left eye like someone was flashing a candle in front of her.She waved her hands in front of her face before feeling Isaiah touch her forehead. Lynnette immediately grabbed her child and held on

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

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255