C.O.T.V.H. (Book 1): Creation by Dustin J. Palmer Read Free Book Online

was fully dressed, John took him into the bathroom and washed his face with a wet washcloth then carried him back into the master bedroom setting him gently on their bed.
    “ We’ve got to pack up and get out of here,” John said. “There will be more of them coming.”
    “ More of who? Why was Mr. White trying to hurt us? Was it . . . was it the aliens?” Jake asked, not at all sure of what was going on.
    “ That wasn’t Marty.” John said, pulling a first aid kit and bottle of alcohol from under the bathroom cabinet. “And they aren’t aliens.”
    “ Then what are they, Dad?” Jake stammered, his voice shaking with fear. "His eyes . . . they were so red! Those claws . . . Dad what was he?"
    John poured the alcohol onto the cuts of his arm over the bathroom sink. “Damn it!” he cried out in pain as it burned. Gritting his teeth, he dried his arm and covered the wounds with a large bandage.
    “ Dad? What are they?” Jake asked again.
    John sighed. “I’ll explain everything later, right now I’m going to call your mom at the hospital and tell her we’re coming to pick her up,” John pulled a long sleeved, red flannel shirt over his shoulders then pulled on his blue jeans. “Then we’re getting the hell out of here. Go pack you a bag; we’re leaving this house in ten minutes."
    “ What about Mr. . . . uh, the guy in the kitchen?” Jake asked. The last thing he wanted to see as he walked to his room was Marty White’s severed head staring back at him.
    “ He’s gone. I took care of it,” John picked up the phone and began dialing.
    “ What? How?” Jake asked.
    John angrily put down the phone. “Jake, do what I say!”
    Jake didn’t say another word but walked straight to his room. His eyes strayed to the kitchen to see the body was indeed gone. Only a large pool of black oil looking blood remained. Putting it out of his mind, he stepped into his room and jerked a suitcase from the top of the closet then as quickly as he could, stuffed it full of clothes. He stopped as he heard his dad’s raised voice coming from the other room.
    "What do you mean she never made it in?  My God, Pam, they found us.  They found us!" he yelled.
    Jake dropped the clothes in his hands and ran back into his parent’s room. John slammed the phone down then angrily knocked over the lamp on the side table smashing it against the wall. "Seven years. Seven goddamn years! And the bastards come now ?” John paced back and forth. His eyes found Jake staring up at him. He took a deep breath composing himself. ”We have to go son.  We've got to get out of here."
    It was then that Jake realized something bad had happened to his mom.  "Why, Dad?  What's happening?" he asked frantically. "Where's Mom?" John tried to calm him, but at this point Jake was beyond upset, he was downright hysterical. "What happened to Mom?!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.
    John grabbed him by the shoulders harder than he meant to. "Jake!” he said, shaking him.  “Listen to me!  I need you to calm down!” Releasing his shoulders, he looked his traumatized son in the eyes. “I’m sorry, Jake, but I can’t have you falling apart right now. I know it’s a lot to ask after what you’ve been through tonight, but I need you to hold it together. We both just have to hold it together. Your mom needs us. Can you do that for me?”
    “ Just tell me what happened to Mom,” he answered his voice barely above a whisper.
    John lowered his head, “She didn’t make it in to work.”
    “ We have to find her!” Jake screamed.
    “ We will, son, we will. But first, I’ve got to get you out of here before more of them show up. Now, finish packing your things.”
    Hesitantly Jake did as he was told. In less than two minutes time, he returned to his parents’ room, a suitcase tucked under his arm. Two suitcases lay across John’s bed, filled with clothes and family pictures from off the walls. Pushing down on them John clicked them shut. Then