Countryside Killer

"Is everything packed honey?" I asked. "Yes mamma!" Max shouted, running out the door with a hold on Summers bear. "He has my bear!" Summer whined, running after him. "Max. Give your sister back her bear." "But mom.." "No but's Max. Do what your mother told you to." Hunter put the last box in the back of the little minivan. Max groaned giving the girl her bear back before hoping in behind the drivers seat, buckling in. Then in came Summer with the help of her father, getting buckled into her little booster seat. I got in, turning to face the kids. "Having fun so far?" "Why do we have to move?" Max asked. "Well..it's getting small, and a change of view me and your father thought would be best." I smile before turning back around as we took off. The old brick 2 bed 1 bath was getting worn and too small. And the city? It was noisy and wasn't the safest option to be with two kids with drugs on the street; drive by shootings, prostitutes, and just a lot that wasn't best for the children. But we were headed to somewhere amazing, somewhere peaceful - where you wouldn't be by a highway or a big crowd of people except for those who go into town. Leaving this big city behind is the best thing we have done since years. Where the loud gets quiet, and the forever ending violence is no where far to be seen. I smile out at the window, taking in a deep breath. Finally. We're leaving a city that was infectious with outrageous evil, to the countryside with pure intention and people. It hadn't been long when we were finally out of New York. Countryside here we come. It took a few stops and a few turns and bathroom breaks before we reached where we had to go. The airport. If we drove it would be a whole thirty-two hours, by plane it was only 3.3 hours. It was best to just travel by plane in the first place. "Ok everyone, let's get everything we can grab." I beam. "What about the car?" Max asked. "We have another one waiting on us. Grampa decided to pass it down to your father for his business." Stepping out, I unbuckle Summer resting her on my hip. "Help your father get stuff ok?" Max nodded getting out, I grabbed the booster seat; and Summers bear, along with a light bag or two. I stepped in the airport, the cool air nipping at my skin, but it was more of the adrenaline of the move that I was overwhelmed with. "Mom?" "Yes sweetie?" "Why do we have to leave?" She asked. "Because sweetie. We just have to." I smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Plane ready to board for Montana. Board ready for Montana. We headed towards the gate, with Hunter and Max just behind us, trolling their way towards us. I hummed smiling, it was going to be a great ride. Or so I hoped. Max was a bit of a handful when he wanted to be. And for now, he was silent and well mannered - thank gosh. As we set our luggage above our seats, we sat and right as we did the trouble started. Max began whining, and throwing fits. Summer sat there and fell asleep with her bunny in her arms, the ear right up in her mouth. 3¾ hours later We landed a little late due to a little storm problem. But luckily, we arrived. The storm was still admist, heading this way with dark clouds, and low winds. Many tried staying away, afraid as if it were to kill them. But in all hopes, they would all live for the next few years - or months maybe. The road was silent and ery. Yet, everything we passed was beautiful. From white birch fences and fancy houses to poor looking ranch styles with cows and horses. Animals varied out here right along with the houses and their yards. It was definitely different from being in the city. Here we were in peace and quiet with distant neighbors, soon we reached the town. The heart of Montana. It was oldish - but beautiful. They had the supermarket; farm and furnishings, auction houses, and more. Turning down Lilia Road, we were met with a dirt path leading us on a one way road - narrow and bumpy. What seemed to be our place, there was no gate. Weeds and grass grew tall from the outside of the property in - vines traveled from the bottom of the tree, running up to the thickest of branches. As we furthered in, there was a green house that needed some work and construction done; and a corn field that sat on 4 acres of pasture with a centered scare crow. Just a few miles from the corn field and green house was a barn that was currently in the process of being built with some barbed fencing running along what seemed like ten acres, leading to a 3 bed 3 bath home. As we inched closer in the vehicle, there was a tornado shelter by the doors of the garage. The house was made of red brick; a metal roof topping it off. The drive way had a small curve to it until we approached the garage, coming to a complete stop. The land we were on had thirty acres in total. I was thinking about making the greenhouse bigger along with the corn field. Place some extra fences and get a trailer that will haul to the back of the car. We would need some pigs; goats, horses, cattle, and maybe some sheep for summer wool. The place was beautiful, and even then in the midst, it was quiet. And where we sat, not a single neighbor could be seen from the trees that were blocking thick paths from other neighbors. "We're home." I smile, looking back at the kids. "Summers asleep." Max began. "That's ok. How about you go pick out your room while your father brings some stuff in." Max nodded jumping out of the car, the door slamming behind him. He was a happy little bit, always filled with joy. He was diagnosed with autism at age 3 but the medications he took seemed to help with the outbursts and tantrums. Getting out, I grab Summer rocking her gently in my arms. "I think he's going to leave her with the smallest room." "Probably. But I'll meet you in there. I'll bring in her bed first. Luckily it was easy to pack." "The extra money we lost bringing it though. We could have started over." I explained. "I know honey." I smiled lightly before heading inside, only to run into Max. "Did you choose a room?" "Yes! I want the second biggest!" He exclaimed, his arms swinging outwards. I hushed him, patting Summers back gently when she nearly stirred herself awake. "Ok. Well I'll set your room up once her bed is made up ok? But for now help bring stuff in or go play. I'm sure your trucks are in the back." He ran off with a nod, leaving the door open behind him. Where the door was, it lead to the living room and dining area - equally both one big space together. The window was big in the dining area, with white curtains draped to the side. The living room hadn't had a window but a beautiful built in fireplace, and a stair case leading upstairs to the rooms. The dining room and living room had creamed painted walls and a reddish brown birch wood for the flooring. A fancy like ceiling fan hung from the center of the dining area. Walking into the dining area, I step into the kitchen which was decent sized. The kitchen was all electric, with brand new appliances already in tact. The fridge was big, and so was the islands. The stove was nice, was kid safe - it was the type to immediately cool down once you remove a pot or pan after cooking. The walls were cream colored as well, with a small window just above the sink. Heading back, I moved upstairs. Each step there was a creak left behind in a voiced out matter. Just upstairs everything but the bathrooms were carpeted. Yet again, the walls cream colored with a single window in each room and bathroom. We of course had the master bedroom. Poor Summer had a decent sized room, not too small but definitely big enough for a growing girl like herself. We all called it night once everything was finished being loaded in from the U-Haul who arrived an hour or two late. Tomorrow was going to be a good day. Or so I hoped. Hunter had his job to go to, and I had to finish the last works of my novel before the deadline. It wasn't easy like many thought, fun, but not easy.