Hell Bound (Book 2): A World Apart Read Online Free

trying to keep my voice down so the little boy doesn’t hear me.
    “Yes, “Mathew says in a low voice.
    “What happened?”
    “I’m not sure, she has a big gash on the back of her head. And she lost a lot of blood.”
    “Maybe she bleed out?”
    “Looks that way.” Mathew agrees.
    “What happen sweetheart and how long have you been trapped in the RV?” Kat asks as she brushes the boys' raggedy hair out of his sweaty face.
    “My mommy was driving and someone attacked us and she lost control and we tumbled over. She hit her head.”
    He mumbled out. He looks to be around six years old, the poor thing smells of his own urine. His clothes are drenched with sweat, green snot runs down his little nose. He's trembling so bad you can hear his teeth clatter together.
    “My name is John, I was going to go with mommy to get my daddy at the high school. But mommy never woke up.” He says, whipping a snot across his face. Smearing it across his cheek.
                  “John, I'm Sam and he's Mathew and that's Kat. We are on our way to the high school too,” I say, trying to keep my voice calm and gentle.
    “Want to come with us, we're going to go get our little boys. They are around your age. I'm sure they would love to play with you.”
    “Can mommy come too?” He says with a little bit of hope gleaming in his eyes. I look up at Mathew and shake my head. Trying not to burst into tears at this poor helpless boy. Mathew leans down next to the little boy and gives him a pat on his head.
    “John your mommy can't come. She is in heaven,” Mathew says gently. There is no easy way to tell a six year old his mommy died and his daddy may or may not be alive. He may very well be an orphan, alone in this godforsaken world.
    “Momma is...is...dead?” the little boy repeats and starts crying again. He turns away from Mathew and clings to Kats chest. Kat picks him up and carries him to the SUV. Mathew and I say nothing for a couple seconds as we watch Kat walk away with John.
    “Let's get the Hell out of here,” I say, crawling back into the open window. “But first let me cover his mother up and get anything that belongs to John,” I say as I crawl through the window into the RV.
    The smell of feces is so overpowering I gag several times. John’s mother must have been dead for several days. Her body is already decaying. Dried blood soaks her hair, she lies in a puddle of blood. Hands laid out around her. Turning away, a little bedroom is in the back of the RV, the mother of the little boy lies with her head face down in a circle of dry blood. I step over her and grab a blanket that's on the floor, turning around I lay it over her body.
    That poor boy must have been stuck with her for at least three days. Empty bottle waters and candy wrappers cover the floor of the RV. I turn away from the body and grab anything I can that belongs to John, clothes, stuffed animals, monster trucks.
    Not wanting to be stuck inside of the small confined walls of the RV I start walking back to the broken window. Mathew helps me out and grabs some of the items out of my hands. I take a breath of fresh air, but the smell of rot still feels my nostrils. Once we get into the SUV I open up the side door and put all of the items that I took from the RV on the floor, John is passed out on top of Athena’s belly. The Silly dog cuddles with the little boy, almost like she is protecting her baby.
    “Right after he finished the chips and water I gave him, he passed out on top of the dog,” Kat says as she rubs John’s back.
    “Poor thing, do you think we will find his father?” I question.
    “God, I hope so. He at least needs his father,” Mathew says as he starts the car. The road evens out a little bit, making the drive less bumpy than before. John must have been tired because he doesn't wake once during the very uncomfortable bouncy drive to the high school.
    Finally reaching the outskirts of our town. Mathew stops the car and puts