Snippet #1850927

Matt walked down the street, cars whizzing by as he looked down, watching his feet move as they pulled him forward. Left, right, left, right... With a sigh, he looked up and rounded a corner. Just then, an old red truck drove by, and for some reason, he recognized the girl in front driving and singing along to the music. And somehow, he knew it. It was her. The one who's mother had murdered his sister, Sophia. He wanted revenge. Matthew Carlton remembered that night as clear as day...

Matthew was sitting on the couch, just watching TV when a knock on the door came. He was only 6 at the time and never knew anything about what BreAnne Foerster did. Matt got up and answered the door, his chocolate brown eyes gazing up at the strange woman. "Hello...?" he squeaked. BreAnne gave a mock sweet smile. "Hello sweetie. Is you father home?" she asked. Of course, the young child didn't suspect anything of her. "Yeah! Dad! Somebody's here to see you!" Within a few seconds he was standing by the door. At the mere sight of the brown haired woman, he froze, eyes wide. "Leave. I owe you nothing!" she yelled. The woman just chuckled and looked down. "Matthew, get out of here..." his father warned just as she began pulling something out of a handbag Matt never even realized was there. "Matthew, now!" he bellowed and he obeyed, dashing up the stairs to his room. "Sophia! Come here!" she called to his younger sister. They both went into his room. Then, a loud banging noise started, and crashing that Matt immediately knew was the fine china his mother had protected like a mother bear does her cubs. Luckily she was at work at the moment. After a few moments of silence, his bedroom door crashed open and he and his sister cried out in surprise.

"Now, sweetie," she said in a bitter-sweet voice. "...do you know where your daddy keeps his money?" she growled, grabbing Sophia out of Matthews grasp and then pulled her into a headlock. "And I'd suggest that you tell me now." Matthew shook. Of course he knew, just in case an emergency happened but vigorously shook his head no.

"N-No, I don't know!" he squeaked.

"I'll give you one more chance." she growled and tightened her grip, making Sophia scratch her captors arms. The woman pulled a gun out and place it against her temple.

"Matthew yelled and then nodded. "O-Okay! Its i-in the cookie j-jar!" he stammered. Tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Now that's a good boy." she purred, and pulled the trigger, letting the bullet fly towards his sister.

"Noooooo!" he screamed in terror, just as his sister crumpled to the floor in a lifeless heap.

Matt stopped dead in his tracks. (hahah very punny :) and his cold, furious eyes watched the truck ride by. It took all of his self-control not to chase after it and pound that girls face in for what her mother did.