Ray

Robbie was gone, god knows where, they had to meet back in Boston. Ray didn’t put it into words, he tried not to believe it. To hold onto hope, but he had a feeling he wouldn’t see his son ever again. They were in the basement of a lunatic, Ray had had to kill him. It was terrifying. The aliens, they took millions of people, drank their blood, and spit it out. The world outside of them was a blood land. And ocean of blood, everywhere. Ten year old Rachel was mortified and needed comforting first. 14 year old you was terrified too, sobbing into your back pack, but you were not his daughter. You hadn’t been this entire time. He prioritized his kids. You never got along with him, but you were all alone, and had nobody, so he had to adopt you. You’d tried your best to keep up, running after them, trying to grab his jacket. Now, Ray held his daughter in his arms, singing her a lullaby. You pretended to sleep but you could hear, silently crying into your backpack. It never seemed to get better. Terror after terror after terror.