I smelt smoke. I dashed up the steps, not caring about the smoke but only thought about Ryker's things. There was no way in hell that I would let my baby boy's things slip between the cracks when he was already gone. That was the last thing that I had from him. I grabbed as much stuff as I could but it wasn't enough. I needed someone else! suddenly I heard the door slam shut and my name called. It shouted 'Mariah!' I knew immediately that Coen was home early. 'Coen? Coen come quick I need help getting Ryker's things! Please!' He didn't come. Whenever I needed him he didn't come! 'Coen please! I need you' I doubt he even flinched hearing me call him. I knelt down out of panic.
Fact: Coen isn't coming
Fact: I'm going to lose Ryker forever
Fiction: My neighbors are coming to help
Who knows, maybe someone is calling the cops.
I stood up "Coen!' I was crying now. I could tell I did not look appealing. I ran back into Ryker's old room. I placed everything I had in my hands onto his main sheet. I grabbed more stuff. I strategically placed everything that would fit into the blanket. Anything my hands touched. I threw the blanket full of things over my back, ran out of the room. Behind me I heard the fire roar to life, it must have caught the bed on fire. Coen was standing there aimlessly. I screamed at him, "MOVE" I swore after that day my throat would have left packing. As soon as we got out I fell to the floor seeing what I grabbed in the blind. I broke down, the teddy bear that I had found was still in that house. My house, on the bed. Coen came up to me and rubbed the back of his neck. "I.. I started the fire. before I left. It was my fault I...I'm sorry." I just stared at him. He went on to explain. " I lit a candle on his counter top, I thought that would help you to realize that I liked your son." I walked away unsure what I was gong to do. Coen sold his house and moved in with me. I quit my job when Ryker was born and have been unemployed ever since. Coen gets just enough for us to get the needed things. I was dazed, and right then and there I decided to take a long drive, by myself. After all, I needed it.
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No. He's dead. [On hold]Teen Fiction
Ryker Greyson left his Mom's to play in the creek behind the house. You could see the creek from the kitchen window. The creek was shallow. Very shallow. When Ryker was a baby, his mom Mariah would take him out there. She would sit on the far edge...