Lost Ivory Mate

Background

It was a beautiful summer day at cottage in the woods. A family was spending time together the father and the child playing in the water splashing each other, the mother sitting on the grass watching her mate and her child as she held her ver pregnant belly in her hands. Soon the father emerged from the water he came up to his mate and kissed her sweetly. From behind the father came a little “eeewwww” from the child. The parents laughed as the mother came and picked up the two year old.

A phone rang and the father ran to the house to answer the phone. He told his mate that he would be in his office for a while and kissed her cheek and left and locked himself in his office.

“Come sweet one.” Called the mother to her child. She wrapped her in a towel and headed towards the house.

A couple hours later the father came out of his office, something was wrong. He was clearly upset and angry. His mate tried to calm him down but nothing was working. The child had come out and saw the father and ran up to him crying “Daddy” and was going to give him a hug, but a hug didn’t happen the father had hit the child into the nearby wall. The mother rushed to the side of the child seeing if they where okay. Nothing but a few scrapes where on the child. The mother turned around ready to yell at the father but what she saw terrified her. She quickly turned around and picked up her child and brought her to the back of the house, desperately trying to find a place to put the child for safety. She came upon the the spare room where in the closet was lots of boxes still needing to be unpacked, and behind that was a dirty pile of pillows and blankets. The mother put the child behind the boxes and put all the boxes close together, she instructed the child to remain quiet and in the closet. She closed the doors and exited the room.

As the mother returned to the room the father was in a half shifted state, his eyes redder the blood, the most feral expression was on his face. He looked at his mate and she ran. She ran to the spare room and locked the door. Thinking she was safe she sat in front of the closet. Barreling through the door came the father. Screams came from the mother. He lunged for the neck biting her. Blood coming out of the wound and pooling onto the ground as the mother tried to hold off the bleeding. The child saw it all. The father murdering his mate and his love. The mother looked to the closet where the child was and that was the last she saw before she died. The father left the house and soon tried to find the child not bothering to look in the room the mother was in. Soon he gave up and left the house altogether.

The child was scared and hid under the blankets and pillows and cried and stayed silent for days without food and water. Making sure the father didn’t come back to kill them all the while the child stared at the lifeless corpse of the mother on the ground in a pool of blood.