Like a Dream

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Chapter Five

“I wonder what’s going to happen first, a punch to the groin or a flying dish,” Cash said to himself. He guessed none if it mattered because Abraham was a miserable jerk who thrived off causing him pain. His explanations were never good enough to stop the rage. He sounded pitiful over the phone, but he’s not fooling anyone with that “woe is me” attitude. While walking up the steps, Cash’s emotions ran wild, and he realized how much he hated that damn house. With what had happened inside over the years, it belonged in a horror movie. He knew the moment he opened the door, his father was going to belittle him and possibly throw something at him. “Let’s get it over with, I always say.” He slowly opened the door and stopped in disbelief.

He thought his father could never surprise him or catch him off guard. He thought he had grown to know Abraham’s every move and dirty tricks. Abraham had a smug look on his face as he sat on the couch with a beer in one hand and a gun in the other. Cash’s frozen legs were planted in the doorway as if he’d forgotten how to walk. Is he going to shoot me? First the beer made its way into Abraham’s mouth—then the gun.

“No, Dad! Wait!” Bang! “No!” Cash screamed as he sprinted into the house and kneeled next to his father. “Dad! Please no!” Cash moaned. He looked around for the phone.

“Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?” the operator answered.

“Yes, my dad just shot himself. Please hurry! Please, I need someone here right away!”

“Sir, try to calm down. We’re sending an ambulance to your residence right away. We need you to check and see if there’s still a pulse.” A pulse? He didn’t want to look at Abraham, let alone touch him, but with trembling fingers he looked away and felt Abraham’s neck.

“There’s no pulse,” Cash whispered and threw the phone down. He screamed as loud as he could, slumping to the floor. This has to be a sick dream. But the vomit rising in his throat was a reminder that it was all real. And if that were not enough, the vision of his father’s head half blown off was keeping his tired eyes peeled. He shot up and rushed to the bathroom to let it all out until there was nothing left in his stomach. He crawled back to the living room and buried his face in his hands.

LIKE A DREAM is available on multiple retailers. Click here for Vol. 1 and here for Vol. 2.

About shinaj1

Shina James is the author of LIKE A DREAM and MONSTROUS TIES, which are both available on Amazon as well as multiple retailers. She is currently working on the final book in the LIKE A DREAM series, WAKING AMELIA and can't wait to share it with her readers. While residing in Texas, she loves spending time with her husband and two kids.
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