#WritcoStoryPrompt28
Wide, frightened eyes took in the casual gait of the man walking towards her. Cold beads of sweat broke out across her forehead. It couldn't be him, could it?
It was him! That smirk on his thin lips was too cruel to belong to someone else.
But how could it be? She had killed him years ago!... yes she had...
She could clearly remember that day she had been rocking Adam to sleep in her lap.
He entered eyes bloodshot and staggered over to them. Blabbering about how things will change now. How he was very powerful.. people feared him.
"My son... look how strong...just like me " He had pulled Adam out of her arms. Waking him up by all the pulling and prodding.
Adam shrieked at the top of his lungs. Thrusting the three month old back into her arms. He took another swig out of the...