Quot;Who?" she whispered, heart pounding and fear trickling sweat down her spine and between her breasts.

Quot;Who do you think!" Shannon raged. "Our son!" He shoved Randi's cell phone into her hand, the gun never wavering.

***

Canton's hand covered her mouth as she watched the footage, unable to look away. Blake and Kerry were in the same position, Kerry crying out startled when Blake's cell phone chirped to life. Blake hurried to grab it from where it sat on Canton's end table at the other side of the room. His face paled when he saw who it was from.

"It's my dad," he breathed. He brought the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

***

"Hello, son," Shannon said into the phone, his eyes never leaving Randi, who he'd pushed to an arm's length away. "Your mother wanted to say goodbye."

***

Blake felt his stomach catch. "Where is she going, Dad?" Blake asked, dread creeping down his spine.

***

Shannon glanced over at Randi, who was softly crying. "We're going on a journey, son." Shannon thrust the phone towards Randi. "Tell him goodbye," he growled, eyes hard and filled with hatred.

***

"Mom?" Blake was on his feet, nearly yelling now. "Mom?"

Canton was also on her feet, her gaze bouncing back and forth between Blake on the phone and the TV, the reporter's words becoming lost as her fear took over. She was trying desperately not to think the worst.

***

"I love you Blake," Randi whispered into the phone, her gaze locked on Shannon's gun as it was pointed directly at her face. A sob was torn from her throat. "Please no, Shannon," she begged. "Please don't do this."

***

Blake was opening crying now. "Mom? Dad, don't do it! Dad!"

At the exact time a loud bang could be heard over Blake's phone, the reporter on the screen cried out, "Shots have been fired! Shots have been fired!"

Date: 2015-02-28; view: 667