It was some time later in the night when Lacey was awakened by a strange sound. She is not sure what it was that woke her up. So she sits up and looks around in the semi darkness of the room to try to locate the sound of the disturbance.
There is no sound of any kind at the moment, which confuses her. The room is completely quiet except for the slow, even breathing and the light snoring of her family. Nothing around the room appears to be out of place. Both of the children are still in the bed beside of hers and both of them are still sleeping soundly beside each other.
Lacey feels the heavy weight of Andy's arm across her waist as he lays behind her with his body pressed tightly to hers. He is where he has been for all of the night, sleeping next to her. His even breathing sounds in her ear and she takes comf
Lacey angrily moves over to the chipped green door, her stomping steps pounding out a tempo in the silence of the room, and she pulls the door open with unneccesary force, letting the frigid cold air into the room as it rushes past her. The blast of cold takes her breath but it does not manage to cool down her white hot anger that is balzing like a wild inferno inside of her. She shivers as the freezing wind blows under her dress to swirl around her legs. Grabbing her coat from it's spot on top of her travel bag where it sits on the floor beside of the door, she angrily shoves her arms into the think flece garment and pulls it up onto her shoulders. “Lace, darling, please just come back in here so that we can talk about this. I honestly think that it will all be okay. Whoever it was that was out th
“Oh! Um, yeah, hello.” Lacey gives the older man a small, awkward wave before she cringes at the absurdity of it. Why the heck did she just wave at him like that? She has to remind herself not to be awkward. She attributes her weirdness to the late hour and the lack of proper sleep. “Um, I'm sorry. I was-” Get it together Lacey! she cautions herself as she pauses to take a deep calming breath to get her thoughts in order. It is the middle of the night and this man more than likely is not looking for some insane woman to ramble at him. He is probably just as tired as she is. Lacey gets her thoughts in order before she speaks again. “Hi. My name is Lacey Williamson and I am staying in the room next door with my husband Andy and our two children. Just a few moments ago someth
"Damn it all to hell!" Andy curses as he slaps his hand down angrily upon the rumpled bed in which he and his wife had just spent the last couple of pleasant hours together. Then she had gotten upset and she did not feel that he was supportive enough. Maybe he hadn't been. Andy moved around the room with heavy feet, agitated by his argument with Lacey and the major part he played in it. He cared about her thoughts and opinions, why would she think that he didn't? He loved his wife so much that sometimes he could not stand it. She and the kids were his whole world. The three of them were everything to him. They made his life complete and he could not imagine his life without them by his side. Andy did value his wife and all of the things that were important to her. He was not trying to make her feel like he
Lacey falls back away from the hole that she had just found in the wall, her chest rising and falling erratically because she is breathing heavy with fear. Her bottom hits the hard floor and she puts her hands out to keep from falling over backwards. She had just seen an eye. She knew that it had to be Andy or the kids, unless someone else was in there. But regardless of whose eye she had seen, it was still creepy as hell. Had that man been spying on them as they were in their room? She could see into the room so well that she could make out the rumpled bed that she and her husband where just laying in together only mere moments before. As she remembered the moment that she and Andy had shared hours before, she wondered if someone had been watching them. The thought freaks her out.
* Extremely Graphic Content Warning * Contains some mention of alcohol use by a minor and child endangerment are present. Strong language, as well. ~ June 7, 1971 He was turning six in just three days. His mommy says that this is his 'big boy' birthday, but if he was not mistaken, she had told him that last year too. But Nate didn't care. He was just finally ready to be a big boy. He was getting really tired of being treated like a baby all of the time. Then again, Nate was tired of a lot of things. Like how his Mommy and Daddy were constantly fighting with each other. His daddy had bought this big house tha
June 7, 1971 “Come on damn it. Let's go, boy!” Dave tells Nate, using his foot to roughly shove the child's chair back from the table, so that the boy was forced to stand up. “Get your little ass in the truck. We are going home.” Nate jumped up immediately to his feet. His daddy was in a really bad mood right now and Nate did not want to cross him. After he had let Nate taste his beer, he had begun to talk with some other man in the place. The man made some remarks about Nate's mother that Dave didn't like and their was a very heated argument. Had the man behind the bar getting drinks not broken it up, he would have had a drunken bar fight on his hands. But he did not intervene soon en
* Extremely Graphic Content Warning * This chapter contains domestic abuse, verbal abuse and graphic violence. Mention of alcohol and child endangerment are present. This chapter may be unsuitable for some readers. Strong language, as well. ~ June 7, 1971 Nate could hear his parents fighting above him upstairs. He was hiding in the dark, tiny room under the stairs. It was dirty and dusty, with mouse droppings every where and spider webs all over the place. It was scary to sit in the tight space, not able to see anythong around him, but it was the one place that h
* Extremely Graphic Content Warning * Contains domestic abuse, verbal abuse and graphic violence. Mention of child endangerment and dark themes involving children are present. This chapter may be triggering for some readers. Strong language, as well. Extremely morbid content ahead. ~ January 13th 1973 Nate places the picture into the frame, before he lays it on the table, face up. Staring down at the picture, he feels a pang in his chest as he thinks about poor Darla.
Thank you so much for reading The Snow Storm!If you would like to find out more about what happens to Owen and the rest of the Williamson family then check out the sequel, Murder Motel.Here is a sneak peak of the book..Chapter OneSeptember 17, 2007“Am I speaking to a mister Owen Matthews?&rdqu
One Year LaterDecember 24, 1998 “Lacey!” Owen. “Mom!” Jack. “Mama!” Sunny. “Lace!” Andy. Lacey opens her eyes and smiles. She had been saying a quick prayer of thanks that everyone is here, happy and healthy. The calls ring out through the house as her family calls her into the living room to join them around the tree as the celebrate. As the sound of her youngest dau
Almost four hours later and they are finally turning on to the old familiar street that leads to Lacey's child hood home. They are driving past the Murdock family's house, where Lacey used to play hopscotch with their daughter Kristy when she was six. They is only three minutes and counting until they reach her parent's house. She turns around to look at the kids in the back seat, both staring out their windows with wide smiles. The police officer behind the wheel gives an indulgent smile as he spots them in his mirror. Sheriff Hanson had offered them a ride to Minneapolis from a police officer since their vehicle was now property of the police and under investigation. He had an officer volunteer, to which Lacey was g
When Lacey got to the hospital, she ran inside with the Sheriff on her heels. She did not even have to say a word to anyone. The nurse saw her jump out of the car and saw the blood on her clothes. The woman must have known who she was. It was a small town with small town gossip. By now they probably knew more about her than her second cousin does. “Right this way, Mrs. Williamson.” The nurse, who appears to be in her late fifties or early sixties, has white blonde curly hair that hits at her shoulders. She has a few wrinkles on her pretty face and bright green eyes, but it is her kind, sympathetic smile that catches Lacey's attention. The woman seems nice, which Lacey appreciates. “Your children are
Lacey tells him about how it all started when they picked up Nate. She mentioned that before they had picked him up that someone had tried to run them off of the road. She shared with them her thoughts and concerns of how she thought that it was Nate who had been driving the car that had tried to run them off of the road. She told them all about his creepy behavior in the car and the altercation at the diner. How she had witnessed Nate arguing with Cami the waitress and how Cami had seemed to be nervous or unsettled around him. She informed them of how she suspected that he was the one to kill Cami, as they had left him there with her and not twenty minutes later, she was found dead. The sheriff had found that interesting, as they still had no lea
Lacey dropped to her knees in the snow, knowing that she could not go on. She did not have the strength to carry on for even another inch. The wet snow came up to her hips, freezing her even more than she already was. She felt the muscles in her legs stiffening to a painful degree as the cold took it's toll on her battered body. She looks up to the skies and says a fervent prayer. Even if she has to die, she asks for God to spare her babies. Just because she is not strong enough to make it does not mean that her babies had to die. As she lowers her eyes away from the starless sky, she spots it just in front of her a little way. The fallen tree that hides the opening to the cavern in which her whole world lies tucked away. It is just about seventy to eighty feet ahead of her. She ha
* Extremely Graphic Content Warning * Lacey moves away from Dave's lifeless body, as the crimson blood preads around him, staining the white snow. The red stain should haunt her, since she had just taken another man's life but she feels no guilt or remorse. This man was going to do even worse to her. He threatened her family and tried to harm them. She had made peace with the fact that she had sent him straight to Hell where he belonged. She knew that once the adreneline had died down and she wasn't overcome with her fight or flight instincts that she might feel differently. Lacey decided to save those thoughts for another time as she sets out through the snow. She has the gun in her hand as she scan t
* Extremely Graphic Content Warning * Andy listened closely for the sound of Lacey's voice, but he had not heard anything since she had left minutes ago. Every now and then he would hear the sound of rustling leaves or sticks breaking, causing him to wonder if it was Lacey or the Matthews? “Wake up, Owen. Stay awake. Talk to me.” Jack whispers, shaking the boy laying beside of Andy. They are all huddled together for warmth, as far back into the hideout as they can get. Jack is sitting right beside Owen, with his knees in the wet snow as he holds a folded up blanket to Owen's chest, pressing down as hard as his thin, little arms will let him. The fifth blanket is spread over Owen, to keep him warm.
"Is he alive?" Her voice rings out loud in the quiet stillness of the night. She hears the fear in her own voice, over the scared crying of her children. “Yeah! Yeah, he is alive!” Andy tells her, relief evident in his tone. “But we have got to get him out of here right now if we want him to stay that way." Andy shakes his head, stupified. "I can not believe that they actually shot him! He is his son! Nates brother! And they tried to kill him!" Lacey is jut as angry and confused by that notion. She does not know which one pulled the trigger and actually fired at him, but it does not matter. He is their family and they tried to murder him. That is sickening.