Creeps Of Crimson

Chapter two

My two year old daughter spins on our blue and dark brown front deck only to trip over her steps causing her to fall over having her red hair to fall into her face, it's already so long for a two year old. I give a lively chuckle as my wife picks up and cradles the crazy two year old Amelia, my seven year old son comes out sprinting from the old oak brown house grinning big at me causing me to notice he had his front tooth missing.
"Dad! Jacub and his brother Daniel invited me to hang out, is it okay if I go?" His pleading dark brown eyes got to me and I nod my head smiling wide running my fingers through my blond hair.
"Be safe John! Remember we're just a call away!" My wife yells as my son sprints down our old blue stairs running up the streets to the Millers. What felt like hours later me and my wife Elisa were eating our dinner, stake and potato's my favorite she made it for my birthday that day. Amelia smashes her small fingers into the potato's causing it to look like she was just playing in water, my wife scolds her quietly as my old blue Barry phone rings off the hook. It was a unknown number but I answered it anyhow, on the other side I heard panting and screams for women it sounded like.
"D-Daddy I messed up!" I heard my son John sob into the phone, I sit up quickly going to put on my shoes
"What happened buddy?!" I spoke with panic, which only caused John to cry more.
"Daddy! I killed a girl! Jacub and Daniel said it would be fun but daddy she's dead than jacub shot someone trying to help!" My world went into panic I race down to my red suv not even caring to put on my seat belt.
"Where are you!" I screamed in the phone, once John told me where he was I drove like a nas track racer to my son.
"Daddy I'm too young to go to jail!" He sobbed, I knew what he did was wrong and I knew he knew but I needed my son to be safe. Once I arrived the only boys scurried away and John got into the car with blood all over his navy and green shirt and his black shorts. I couldn't believe my seven year old son had done this. He destroyed someone's life with one shot, once we arrived home I told Elisa what happened. That quiet night I laid in our black sheets and gray blanket having my wife's red hair tangled in my finger, The dark gray door slowly creaked open to reveal my seven year old son all red eyed and puffy face. I sit up ushering him to lay with us to which he crawled between us and we all held each other in tears, fear and disappointment. Seems like my birthday wasn't that important that year.