Novels by CM Yates

LiamIt has been two months since I pulled Cara Russo and her newborn daughter out of the skylight I kicked in the roof of a rundown shack, hidden in the woods. Landing on that roof and it not blowing up was pretty awesome. Kicking in the skylight and being able to pull Cara and Scarlett out was even better. To say it has been a crazy two months is probably an understatement. Being the “upstanding” citizen that I am, we called the cops. Once Cara got to the hospital and checked, the fun really began. After an investigation, it was ruled self-defense. Cara didn’t have any other choice. Kill or be killed. So that being said,the last person I expected to see, just showed up at my door. “Hey Cara, how are you feeling?” I gestured for her to come in, while I greeted her. “It feels amazing to be out and back with Luka. I will be moving in with him next week.” she said with a big smile and taking a deep breath. “Oh wow, that i

“I do not believe you.” Whoever was on the other side of that door couldn’t be here to help me. I wouldn’t let myself believe that this nightmare could be coming to an end after almost 8 months of isolation and self preservation. “Cara, I promise I have no intention of hurting you.” The mans’ voice sounded deep and soothing. It also could be that I have not heard another voice in so long. "How did you find me? Did he send you?” My voice was accusing and questioning as I looked down at Carlos' body. I could not trust anyone. "Because he is gone." “What do you mean gone?” the voice asked. "I followed him here." Well, the truth would come out, I mean what was he going to do, put me in prison? Prison was more freedom than I was allowed now. "Carlos is gone, because I killed him." A smile slowly creeped across my face and then I started to laugh. I laughed so hard I couldn’t catch my breath. Scarlett started to cry from my celebration. "Shhhh, it's okay baby girl, we are f

Liam:3 months ago“God, I should not have drank that whole bottle of Jack last night” I complained, holding my head and slinging my left forearm over my eyes to shield them from the piercing light of the sun that was streaming in through my bedroom window. I chance a glance down at myself. Just as I thought, I am still in my stained clothes from yesterday. My mouth tastes like the Sahara desert has moved there. My head is pounding so hard Metallica might as well be playing in my room. I hear movement in the living room. Josh, my roommate, must be up. I have lived in this apartment, with Josh, since I got out of the military. We have been best friends since we were in diapers though. Josh is an accountant in the city. I know he could afford a place of his own, however I know he doesn’t want to leave me alone with myself and my thoughts. Secretly, I am glad he is here, if for nothing more than he is a good cook.  God, I hope he starts t

I woke with a sharp pain in my stomach this morning. I knew it was time. My baby was coming into this world. I had asked for books on child birth months back and for once the monster had delivered. I have read everything he brought me dozens of times. However, nothing could have prepared me for the actual event. The cramps intensified  and I struggled to the bathroom. After I relieved myself and started to make my way back to the bed I heard a pop and instantly felt liquid running down my leg. I filled the bath with warm water and grabbed the only two towels I had. One to bite down onto, and one to wrap the baby in. I began pushing once my contractions started happening every minute. All books had told me not to start pushing till my contractions were two minutes apart. You do not want to wear yourself out too early and then have no energy for the big event. I have never felt any pain like that in my life. I felt like I was being split open. I only had to pu

Six months later:Every morning I wake up, I stare through the skylight at the trees overhead. I watch them sway with the wind. The seasons have changed while I have been here. The leaves were plentiful and green. I have watched them change from green to brown, to completely gone. I think it is January now and the cold has crept in. The snow has been falling for quite some time. I am sure there is probably a foot. Even if someone knew where I was, I doubt they would be able to find me in this weather. Today is just a day, same as all the rest. I rolled out of bed, my belly is so big I feel like a turtle sometimes. Stranded on my back, rocking from side to side, trying to right myself. I make a mark on the wall for every day that passes. The only thing I can count on in this life, I am forced to live. Is that the sun will come up in the morning and will set at night. Two hundred and forty five days. That is how many days have passed since I have felt the sun o

I am woken by a stream of light warming my face. Batting my sore eyes open, I stare up at the ceiling above me. A skylight is directly above the bed and I can see trees overhead and the sky. It is the only glimpse of the outside world I am allowed. For looking around me, I notice that there are no windows in the shack.  I lay looking out the window for sometime, trying to figure out what to do, then slowly sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. In doing so, I feel an incredible wave of nausea wash over me. I quickly jump off the bed and race toward the bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet in time. Once through, I lean back against the wall across from the toilet and hand my head. “At least you are okay.” I say as I place my hand over my stomach. It is as flat as it normally is, but I know with time it will grow. The only ease I feel is knowing I am not truly alone. “I will get us out of this sweet bean, somehow, I will.” With a new sense of hope, I hea