Saved By The Bell 80's Novels & Stories

"Ms. Sullivan, don't worry. Mrs. Sullivan is out of danger now. She's resting at the hospital right now, with Isaac watching over her." Hearing this, I breathed a sigh of relief. When Edward went out to get my medication, my phone suddenly vibrated. It was a text from Timothy's encrypted number. [I'm fine. The plane just had a communications failure and landed at the backup airport on the north side of the city. I'll be back after handling things.] Overwhelming joy washed over me when I found out that Timothy was alive, and my eyes instantly welled up with tears. Thank goodness Timothy was okay, and Mom was out of danger, too.

I press play, getting under the blanket. “I’m switching it” Luke grabs the remote from my hand. “Y’all are no fun” I whine, grabbing the popcorn bowls, refilling them. “Here” I hand them the bowls, sitting on the love seat again. They throw on some Marvel movie, gushing about how good it is. I huff, grabbing my phone and sending a text to Daniel. {D-Daniel K-Kisses} K:Come save me. D:What happened? Are you okay?

“Look at that, you’ve already made a friend.” Emma rolled her eyes. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Mom.” I laughed, feeling the first small victory settle in my chest. One step closer. One step toward saving her. One step toward changing my fate.

The scenario kind of reminded me of times when my family would lock me up for hours, without a reason but simply because they wanted to hear me scream for help… help that usually never came. They were sick, but the memories of the things they did to me haunted me like ghosts, made me claustrophobic to the extent that I did the first thing my crazy mind could think of; I screamed;“Help! Please help!” I continued shouting, hoping for a miracle and after several minutes of not getting any help, the door was finally thrown open and a tall handsome man stepped in, looking as though he walked straight out of Hollywood. He was freaking handsome!He had this comical look on his face that I badly want

I spat out a mouthful of blood and winced as I turned my head toward the passenger seat. Upon seeing Keaton Rourke wedged between the airbag and the seat, I ground out, "You disabled the airbag, didn't you?" He looked at me like he wanted me dead. He ignored my question, raised an eyebrow, and smirked. "Hate to break it to you, but even with you bleeding out, Teresa will still come to me first." I hunched over in pain, clutching my stomach with both hands. My vision was blurring, and I could barely keep my eyes open, but I still had to defend Teresa Bellamy. "She is my wife. There is no way she would save you before me."

I sent a coat to your office so you won't catch a cold. Everyone at work was jealous, saying I had an awesome girlfriend. However, I could not feel happy, and I did not want any of it. I had been tricked by her before, fallen hard, and gave up everything for her, only to end up with nothing. She was only nice until she got what she wanted. After that, she showed her true self. She decided to pick me up from work and said cheerfully: "Malcolm, do you remember what today is?"

The voice on the other end replied calmly, "It may already be too late." Across the city, Noah received an email from the video restoration specialist. Subject: Recovered Frame. Attached was a single enhanced image. The face was still blurred. But dangling from the hooded figure's hand... was a familiar silver keychain.

Sunlight spilled through the expansive windows, washing the room in warmth. This…this wasn’t hell, was it? I didn’t know where I was but this…just couldn’t be hell. A memory flashed through my head, of the Mister pulling me back from the bridge. He had stopped me from jumping? That meant I was still alive? Damn it! It was fucking hard for me to summon the courage to kill myself. Now I have to start the ‘courage summoning’ from scratch! Why did he save me?! How did he even…know where to find me?

Please… I don't want to be carved out alive again! Hearing "carved out alive", my hand trembled, and I dialed Silas' number. The instant the call connected, I blurted out, "You have half an hour. Get to my house!"