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 One
September 17, 2007
“Am I speaking to a mister Owen Matthews?&rdqu
December 23, 1997 The hunter green 1995 model Ford Taurus was finally loaded down with all of the family's luggage, including the decorative bags and boxes of Christmas presents for the children from Santa, as well as for all of the numerous family members that would be gathered together to celebrate the joyous season. From where she was standing Lacey Williamson could hear her husband Andy's small sigh of annoyance as he closed the trunk of the car with a slight snap. He had not had an easy time of cramming all of the parcels and suitcases into the small space. He couldn't imagine that all these much stuff was needed to make the holidays special.
“I have really, really, really got to go pee! Like really, really bad! I don't think I can hold it any more!” Sunny announces loudly to everyone in the car. She is holding her pants and squirming in her seat, with her legs crossed tightly. Andy rolls his eyes at his daughter's antics and Lacey smiles widely. Jack had to stop and pee about fifteen minutes ago on the side of the road because he was 'about to explode'. Pulling into a deserted road lined with towering trees for privacy, Andy had let the boy out to do his business. Sunny had been adament that she was fine, she did not have to pee. Besides, she informed them, she was a big girl and she could hold it in if she needed to. Now they are back on the highway, two hours into their trip and she decides that she does, in fact, need to take a bathroom break. L
And Jinx it is exactly what he did when he uttered those few fateful words. Because it has not even been twenty minutes yet that the kids are in the back seat fighting like cats and dogs. “I am not touching you..” Jack taunts his sister, his finger hovering less than a centimeter away from her arm. Sunny moves her arm away from him and he follows it with his finger, just to be annoying. "I am still not touching you..." He breathes out in a sing song voice. “Stop it, Jack! That is so annoying! Mom! Come on! Will you make him stop already!” Sunny screeches at the top her lungs, making Lacey wince at the loud noise. The girl smacks her brother's hand away from her arm and Jack howls as if she had taken a flame thrower to his skin. He clutches his hand tightly and gives his sister a f
“Oh, hey there, honey.” Andy greets her when he notices her approaching them. “I would like for you to come over her and meet someone really quick. This is Nate Matthews. Nate, this is my perfect wife, Lacey.” “Oh, sure..” Lacey says, as she reaches the passenger side of the car. “Um, hi. It is nice to meet you, Mr. Matthews.” “It is really nice to meet you as well, ma'am.” The man says in a pleasant enough tone accompanied by a friendly smile. “Please, though, call me Nate.” Lacey looks him over and at first glance, he appears to be normal. He is wearing a pair of straight leg denim jeans and a maroon sweater beneath an older style black leather jacket, that looks like it has seen better days.. He has neatly combed
Andy jerks in his seat, pulling his head away from her to stare at her in complete and utter shock. She knows that it was the use of the foul profanity that actually managed to get his attention, but she does not care. If cursing like a sailor is what it takes to get him to pay attention to her for a moment and to get him to take her seriously, then she will say any damn word that she has to, without even a moment of hesitation. “We just passed a sign for an all night diner that is coming up in about two miles or less. I think that we should probably stop in there for a bit to warm up and to grab a nice, hot meal. I am sure that the kids are getting hungry and they surely must be tired of sandwiches with snack cakes or chips by now. What do you say to that, honey? Sound like a good idea?” Andy says to his wife with a smile, bland smile. Lacey
Andy gets up from the table and walks across the tiled floor until he is standing next to where Nate stands in front of the counter. The two men exchange a few hushed words with a couple of general gestures for effect, before Andy turns away to come back to the table, without Nate in tow. When he slides in to the booth across from Lacey, she gives him a searching look, not able to stem her curiousity. “So what the heck was all of that about over there?” “He claims that they were simply discussing a menu item or price, something along those lines, and that the conversation was amicable. Just a little harmless debate that wass all in good fun..” Andy says and Lacey snorts. “Like fun they were! That look on his face wa
Andy steers the car out of the parking lot, turning it out onto the still abandoned road. Once they are heading away from The Darn Good Diner, he turns to look at Lacey and frowns at her regretfully. “Baby, I am so sorry.” “Andy, it's not like-” “No, honey, just listen to me for a second. Really. I am sorry for all of this. I hate fighting with you.” Andy tells her, laying a hand on her arm to give it a gentle squeeze. "I know that I made you upset with me when I chose to help Nate and I am sorry that I made you angry. You know how much I hate being at odds with you. I love you so much." Lacey thought at first that he was apologizing for not believing her about Nate. That he wa sorry for being so oblivious to everything that was going on aro
Trees on either side of the narrow road swayed with the force of the strong wind and it made the snow fell from the trees in clumps, coming down like white powder to blanket the ground. It would be beautiful if it were not so creepy out here in the middle of nowhere with nothing but trees and vast darkness to surround them. But nothing is quite as unnerving as when they get their first glimpse of the building that is to be their lodging for the night. The Sleepy Oak Motel. It was an odd shaped building, with a unique paint job. Sitting ther in the middle of nowhere, it appears to be rather formidable and sinister. The place itself, at first glance, resembled one of those haunted mansions that you might see gracing the cover of a horror movie. It was clearly an old, large house that had been remodeled to add on
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.