Above All That Is Random book club discussion

A short story I wrote:

Rain- by Ruth Erskine

Lana stared out the window at the pouring rain. “Is it ever going to stop?” She wondered.
It was then that she saw him. He walked with a steady pace. He did not get wet. The sight of him sent a shiver down Lana’s spine. She left the window quickly and began shoving items into a bag. She had to escape before he came!
She picked up a photograph. For a moment she hesitated, looking at it. They were all so happy, then. There was her little brother, Joseph. He had only been five. And her mother and father. She missed that all so much.
She stuffed the photo in the bag and hurried toward the back door. The whole house shuddered and she was knocked to the floor. He was breaking the door down!
Lana picked herself up and turned the knob of the back door. It was locked! Quickly she fumbled in her pocket for her keys. Without luck, she glanced over at the desk. They were sitting there, just out of her reach.
The house shuddered again. The door wouldn’t hold much longer.
Lana ran over to the desk, grabbed the keys, and ran back to the door. She fumbled for a moment with them and put the key in the keyhole.
The man hit the door again. This time Lana heard wood splintering.
She unlocked the door, and it swung open. She stepped outside and looked up at the sky. The rain fell down on her face.
There! She saw them! Her people had come for her. One of them stretched out her hand. Lana spread her wings and flew upwards. She had escaped! Her fingertips brushed the hand of the other.
It was then that she felt his icy grip around her ankle.

You can't run away from death. (If that's what you mean )

It's good,Ruth. Keep it up.

thanks! (and that's not what I meant in the story, but it's cool that you pulled that from it :D)

I tried hard to focus on the road ahead. That was no easy task, what with a traumatized girl in the back seat, and a bleeding man in the seat beside me.
I wasn’t sure how much longer Sam was going to stay conscious. He had a dirty rag wrapped around his arm, and I could tell he was in severe pain.
“Turn here,” he said, between clenched teeth.
I swerved a bit too quickly and the car jolted to the right. We made it onto the road, though.
I heard Jess whimper in the back.
“Sorry,” I breathed, clutching the steering wheel tighter.
It was a dirt road, leading off to who-knows-where. I didn’t let it bother me at the moment.
“Not much farther ahead,” Sam said.
I nodded.
Before too long we came to a house.
“Stop,” Sam said.
I put on the brakes and opened the car door.
A screen door slammed up at the house, and I saw a man come out on the porch.
I went over to Sam’s side and opened his door. The man and a woman were by my side within seconds. The man supported Sam, taking him out of the car. He helped him to the house, the woman following.
They left me alone to deal with Jess.
“O.K., Jess, come on,” I said. I opened her door and she scooted over to the other side of the car, curled up In a ball, trembling.
“Jess, we’ve gotta get you out of here,” I said. I reached out and tried to pick her up.
She whimpered.
I finally got her out and trudged up to the house, carrying her.
The woman opened the door for me, wordlessly. She went up a flight of stairs, meaning for me to follow. She showed me a bedroom and I laid Jess down on the bed. Nodding, she shooed me out of the room, closing the door behind me.
The house seemed vacant except for them. I had no idea where they’d taken Sam to.
I went back downstairs and plopped down on the couch. I hadn’t realized how tired I was till I started to doze off.
A few hours later I woke up to find the house still empty. I walked into the kitchen to find the woman making a sandwich.
“Hi,” I said.
The woman nodded.
“My name’s –“
The woman cut me off. “We know your name, Kelly. We know a lot more about you than you think.”
“Where’s-“
“Sam is being treated. We don’t know his condition yet.”
“And Jess?”
“The same.” She sat me down at the table and handed me the sandwich. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was, either.
“Who are you?” I risked asking.
“Old friends of Sam.” The way she answered it said that I shouldn’t pry in that area.
“Do you know what those things were that attacked us?”
Sitting in the seat opposite me, she said, “Don’t worry about that, before too long everything will be explained.”
I should’ve known I wouldn’t get a better answer from her that I had from Sam.
You see, me and Sam’s relationship was… well… different. Most people thought he was my step-dad. That’s what we’ve let them believe.
Sam took care of me, I don’t know why. Especially after how I treated him.
After all these years, after how kind he treated me, with how he provided everything for me like a father, I still couldn’t think of him as much more than the monster that killed my mother.

My Newest story: No Matter What

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