Keeping Watch – Part Nine – “Preparing for the Storm” – Carolyn horror – Rated R

Well, here is part nine of Carolyn’s story.  I told you it should be done in no more than ten parts.  I still hope to do that, however, Carolyn and I have talked and we both don’t want the story to be ragged just because we refused to run over a bit.  I now know what’s going to happen in the end and, while it is possible for it to all get finished in the next part, I also don’t want to make that last part a lot longer than the other ten.  So, if it comes to it, I will split up.  We shall see.  It’s nice to know how it’s going to end; what I am anxious is to hear how you all feel about it.  I also hope a few of you consider volunteering to beta read the entire thing when I put it out into one post in the next few weeks.  I will need honest criticism and some notations what you think needs changing.  It’s up to you.  As I have stated, I can’t pay you, but will mention your names and give a link back to your sites as a thank you.  I will also give you some credit in the published material if I can.  If someone else publishes it, I may not be able to; however, if I self-publish it on Kindle, then I can do as I choose.  Enjoy!!!

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She began with her life before Hell Day and talked about her daughter, her death.  Then she continued on with the divorce, her moving into a smaller apartment near work, then Hell Day and what it meant for her life, and delved on into her search, life with Jordan, and ending with Billy’s death at her own hands.

When she finished, all sat in a sort of trance-like state, just looking at her.  Finally, one of the younger girls, Sarah, whispered, “Whoa” and the trance was broken.  All four girls jumped up and hugged Carolyn, who, held back, but started crying within minutes.  Their hearts showed in the moment and when they finally stopped, Sheila took the initiative and put her arm around Carolyn before speaking.

“Your trials and fires have helped build you into someone strong enough to handle whatever’s coming, and I have a feeling it will take it all to weather the next storm.  Will you help us?”

Carolyn looked at the woman, noticing for the first time Sheila was several years her elder; that fact showing only because makeup was a thing of the past as was hair coloring and fingernail polish.  She summoned up her inner strength and put aside the demons that lived along with it and looked Sheila straight in the eye.

“I’m not very religious, but if there is a reason for all the shit I have been going through, then let’s get prepared for that storm and I promise I will do everything to keep us alive.”

With a skill born from teaching, Sheila turned the show over to the girls.  They immediately began talking at the same time, eventually working their way around to giving Carolyn a tour.  Carolyn patiently walked with the children as they showed her their new home, the elementary building.  It was old and had character, but had also been beaten by the elements.  One room did not have a window and the sand and dirt had blown in, covering the floor and parts of the wall and doorway.  Carolyn knew this was an open invitation to night crawlers and needed to be sealed.  She made a mental note to share with Sheila later.

After the tour, she and Sheila sat down and seriously discussed what needed to be done to improve the security of the building and better protect everyone.  The dusty room was brought up, the need to board up many windows, as well as preparing the doors to be locked and sealed quickly when the time arose.

After the girls were laid down for bed that evening, Carolyn and Sheila sat up by kerosene lantern light and continued their security discussion.  Carolyn knew there was one more very important area that had not been discussed.  She removed her hunting knife and her Berretta.  She laid them on the table by the lantern and looked at Sheila.

“Do you know how to use either of these as weapons?”  The question was blunt, the intent clear.

“No, not really,” Sheila responded.

“That ends first thing tomorrow.  I will go look for some weapons here in town.”

“Alone?”  It was almost a naïve question, Carolyn thought, but kept it to herself.

“Yes, you say you haven’t seen any night crawlers in weeks, but you also haven’t been out since the cafeteria had stored so much food in cans and such.  I imagine they are out there waiting.  That seems to be what they do when they can’t find food; they wait, saving energy until it’s time to use it.  I don’t want any of you with me in case I run across some.  I can handle myself and can move much faster if I don’t have to worry about someone else.”  That statement brought a small cringe to Carolyn as she remembered Billy.  “Also, there will be plenty of work here for all of you to start while I am gone.  Sound okay?”

Sheila hesitated, thought, then nodded.

“Good.  Tomorrow it is then.  It will be nice to sleep with others around.”  She listened to the eight-year-old Gretchen snoring.  “Really nice.”

The two women hugged and Sheila admitted, “It will be wonderful to not be totally in charge of these lives, too.”

Carolyn bit her lip, then smiled.  “Thank you,” she said.

Sheila put her hand on Carolyn’s shoulder.  “Dear, the little boy was not your fault.  You need to remember who really did him harm.  Daddy always told me that you have to shuck, his word, all the crap off in life and just keep remembering the good parts and the ones you did right.  Otherwise, you would go nuts early and not do anyone any good.”

“Your daddy was a very wise man,” Carolyn admitted.

“Yes, he was.  We are going to take care of these girls.  Together, two strong women can do anything.”

Carolyn kept repeating those words to herself as she slept soundly for the first time since leaving Jordan.

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Namaste,

Scott

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  • Andrea Stephenson  On February 21, 2014 at 6:08 pm

    I’m looking forward to seeing how it will end Scott – though I’m not sure I’m ready for it to end!

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    • kindredspirit23  On February 21, 2014 at 10:41 pm

      I love hearing that. Have you read the longer version on my blog?

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      • Andrea Stephenson  On February 22, 2014 at 2:52 pm

        I haven’t read it all in one go, but I think I’ve read all the episodes as you’ve posted them – have I missed any by reading it that way?

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        • kindredspirit23  On February 22, 2014 at 5:01 pm

          I don’t know for certain. I was wondering: I am looking for a couple of people to read the entire thing when I am done and critique it (beta readers). Can’t pay, but will post the fully story and a link to your blog on here and, if I do Kindle or if the buyer allows, I will do the same in the book. Interested?

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        • Andrea Stephenson  On February 22, 2014 at 6:51 pm

          I’d be happy to try and help Scott – never done it before so I’m by no means experienced, but will give you what feedback I can.

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        • kindredspirit23  On February 23, 2014 at 2:39 am

          That’s wonderful! When I am done with all the parts, I will need your email to send it to you.

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        • Andrea Stephenson  On February 24, 2014 at 12:02 pm

          Sent it to you in an email Scott.

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        • kindredspirit23  On February 24, 2014 at 11:56 pm

          ok. Wonderful!

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