* Extremely Graphic Content Warning *
Contains situations of sexual assault and graphic violence. Mention of child endangerment and dark themes involving children are present. This chapter may be concerning for some readers. Extremely morbid content ahead. ~
Brenda was right after Betsy, in 1978. Dave had kidnapped her from a grocery store in northen North Dakota when she went out to buy milk and bread for her children. She was in her late twenties or so, but younger than thirty. She stayed for two month but she would not quit trying to escape. Dave slit her throat with a knife.
Casting one last look around the room to see if he had forgotten anything, he is satisified to see that he had everything that they had brought in. Andy gathers the children to his sides and each child, frightened beyond belief at his sudden display of fear, hold tightly on to his shirt, grabbing it by the fistfuls. Andy carries all of their luggage that they had taken into the motel with them out into the cold night. The three of them run to the car and he rips open the doors to the back seat, shoving the luggage and the children inside. “Jack, I am locking the doors. I want the two of you to hide in the floor board, under all of the luggage. Do not open the doors or leave this car for any reason until your mother or I get back. Do both of you understand me?” "Yes." Jack tells h
Lacey sits against the cold, hard wall, fearing for her life. She knows that now that they have her, she will not be able to get away. Hell, no one will come looking for her. Her husband probably doesn't even know that she is missing. He pays so little attention. Although Lacey knows that isn't exactly fair, she also knows that she is in this situation because of him. She is trying not to blame him.. because he had no idea that this would come of his generosity. Had he known, she know that he never even would have left the house this morning. He would never have done anything to put her in this situation because he does truly love her. That she does know for a fact. But he picked Nate up on the side of the road, when she told him no. He stopped at this diner, despite the fact th
Andy slowly opens his, immediately aware of the throbbing pain in his head. Lifting a hand to the area that is the most painful, he feels dried blood around a small gash. When he looks at his fingers, there is a bit of fresh blood, as well. He will probably need a stitch or two to cloe the wound. But that is the very least of his worries. He looks around the room, seeing that he is still in the foyer, but he is unsure abut how much time might have passed. His first thought is of the kids and if they are okay. Then his thoughts turn to his wife, and if she is okay as well. Thoughts of what they might be doing to her is torturing him. The idea of anyone's hands on her body torments him. She must be so scared and repulsed by them. Andy uses his arms to drag himself up the wall until
Lacey stares at Dave in shock as his words slowly register in her laggy, sleep deprived brain. Andy is hurt? “Please, don't hurt him. Please.” “Well, I guess how nice or how rough we play with him depends on you, Lacey. See, if you act up and get me angry, then I might be forced to take my bad mood out on him. But if you are nice and sweet, then I will be nice and sweet in return. I might just let that big bear of a husband of yours leave her without me putting a bullet between his eyes. How does that sound?” Dave asks her, dropping onto his haunches in front of her. Lacey whimpers in despair at the thought of his words. No. No, she can't let him hurt Andy. “Okay. Okay. I won't- I will try my hardest, not to.. not to make you mad..” She is finally able to get out, past the trap
Lacey was not sure that she believed him or his offer of help, but what other choice did she have? She could stay in this place, like a sitting duck, waiting for Dave to come back and finish his sexual assualt that he started, or she could take her chance with yet another Matthews man, where she could possibly get away and find her family. “Do you know where my family is?” Lacey asks him, worried sick over her children and her husband. “Where are my babies?” “They are still in the car, hiding. I took a few more blankets out there and a thermos of hot chocolate but your son wouldn't unlock the doors. So, I set it outside of the car and told him to get it if he wanted to, that the two of you would be out soon.” “But y
"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.
* 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.
* 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
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.