Howard helped Tim up “Tim look at me, what the hell we’re you two doing?” he shook him saying loudly. “TIM!”
“Mark and Paula had a fight. I ran into Mark at the VFW. We got into the Jack Daniels and when they closed up we headed over here thinking we could get more Jack Daniels from the cellar.” Tim stood up, “Hell we didn’t know he was home. The last we knew he left Mark at O’Hare
Airport. Mark crashed the car and then the power went out. We ran into a couple of things and then Mark fell. I was trying to find him when I heard Craig shout freeze. Damn I am sorry Craig. Carla I’m going to be sick,” he ran out the door. Howard brought him back in, washed his face
under cold water and sat him on the floor.
Craig held her tight Carla was still trembling as she said, “I’ll put on the coffee.” “No stay right here,” Craig said hold her wrist, not sure it was the right place to check her heart rate, but he knew it was way too fast, “We all need coffee Craig.”
I left you hanging with Craig with his finger on the trigger of his loaded Glock.
“Craig it’s me Tim,” Tim said faintly. Lightning struck again lighting up the main floor and Craig could see it was Tim, but someone was lying next to him. “Who’s that with you Tim?” “Mark, I think he knocked himself out when he fell.”
Craig heard the door latch, he heard Carla whisper “HA” he held up the flashlight slightly and saw Howard’s boots; moving the light up, he slowly lowered his gun. He took a deep breath. “This had better be good Tim, do you know what time it is, and why are you in my house to start with?” Craig demanded!
Howard came in to check on Mark, “He’s out cold, must have hit his head on the stairs.” Craig ran up the stairs to Carla, who was laying there on the floor crying and shaking worse now than from the storm. Howard’s number flashing on her phone. “It’s ok honey. Be right down Howard. Let’s get you in your robe and slippers, you’re coming with me.” “My legs are like Jell-O.” Craig picked her up into his arms. “I got you Honey.”
The light’s came on, “Thank God. Now would someone please explain just what the hell is going on here? 6 AM and you just waltz into my house, are you fucking crazy, Tim I could have killed you!” Craig demanded as he took a deep breath, the images of what could have happened flashing through his mind, he exhaled.