The Matthew Shepard Story Novels & Stories

A twenty-four-hour emergency mind-link service made sure no wolf would ever be left without help, as my mother had been. I stopped paying attention to the two of them cursing each other from their cells. Moving on doesn't mean standing beside a dumpster forever just to prove how much it stinks. It means closing the lid, walking away, and living your own life. [Host, Matthew attempted suicide in prison yesterday. He was resuscitated and is currently receiving counseling.] "Don't give me any more updates about him." I sat in the back of my car, watching the city lights rush past the window.

"Gather other men. I don't know, do something!" "Yes, sir," One of the men strangled Spencer, "I want this in less than a week, before the elections." "Yes." "I don't want any single of them alive, or else I will slash your throat." Matthew gulped. He thought the attacks ended since that time the hunters surrendered, but it seemed like something bigger was coming. He wanted to leave the forest and tell Elijah about it, but when he was about to walk away, his phone accidentally fell on the floor, making noise.

He was no longer able to protect Juliet. “B*tch, you sent this monk to Autumn Field Group to kidnap Winifred. But she wasn’t around, so he killed Sheldon and captured Joseph. Today, I will make sure you die a gruesome death,” declared Matthew. His fist was about to land on Juliet’s body when she shouted, “I didn’t do it!” Tyr was quick to move. He sprung forward and grabbed Matthew by his wrist. Matthew looked at Tyr with a puzzled face. “Master, what are you doing?”

“Police arrested Wilmington photographer Richard Baimbridge earlier this evening on suspicion of murder in connection with the case of missing twenty-three-year-old Ashleigh Matthews.” Martha had taken a Percocet tablet that left her groggy and thick-tongued. “Oh, Richie,” she moaned as they played video of Richard being paraded through a crowd of reporters and pushed into the back of a police car. Tears streaked Pearl’s cheeks and collected on her chin.

She types in the internet code that is listed on the small brochure inside the room. Within minutes she is browsing many articles on the internet about the Sleepy Oak motel and all the disappearances and murders that happened here years ago. Clicking a news article from a local news website, she reads it quickly. It tells how Nate and Dave Matthews kidnapped, raped, tortured and murdered nearly twenty women over a span of two decades. How they tried to kidnap a woman on Christmas Eve and tried to murder her husband and kids.

After all, I am just a jealous and petty woman, not a cruel woman who wants to force others to the end. I said it might make you laugh, but I really still have that limit, although my moral limit is lower than others, I won't do illegal things. I want to tell you one more piece of news, that Matthew's accident was not an accident but arranged by James. He was far more dangerous than you and Matthew had judged him to be. As long as he is still alive one day, the two of them will not be able to have peace.

Every emotion claims me at once. She can’t die. Not after everything and not like this. I feel it in my heart and soul that I don’t want her to die now. I can never watch life fading away from her eyes. My breath is stuck in my throat but when I look at her closed eyes, I finally breath. I have to do something. That’s my first thought. “ Shit! I told her to stay at the pack house. How can - how can this happen to her…” Matthew is already crying, because he knows the chance of her survival is one out of hundred.

“Oh, and if you ever come near those I consider family again, you will regret it.” My cousins and I started to walk away. “What if I don’t turn myself in?” I stopped and turned around. “What if I just keep doing what I’ve been doing? What will you do then?” “There’s a website, Matteo,” I said. “One devoted to the stories of your victims. The next step will be protests, and reporters. Do you think the media will be kind with all the stories we’ve accumulated? How many women have had their lives completely put onto a different course than they intended because of you?”

To cry for the sufferings we both went through when we we’re apart. “You we’re the only part she had of Matthew and so she loved you so much. Matthew was in the FBI. He was shot in one of his missions and died. Your mother had prepared the house for his coming since he was supposed to be back before your birthdate.” I let out a shaky breath.

Nate sighed out, Spade didn't know if it was a sigh or relief or overwhelming emotions He looked at Spade again "How is that even possible"? He asked and Spade sighed out, he didn't want to relive this shitty memory or explain it to anyone but Nate was the one asking and unlike Matteo the young man was taking this whole thing rather to calmly. "26 years ago Greg...." Spade paused, taking in a deep breath, talking about it was even harder than he thought "he uh... He raped my mother" he finally said it and he saw the way Nate's eyes grew wide, but he was still calm so Spade continued.