Allen's Pledge (Short Story)

         "Graham you're lazy," Amber said. "You're a procrastinator, you 

have no motivation to do anything," as she rolled over.

 Graham quickly thought to himself, "I have plenty of motivation to 

to screw you," gesturing the middle finger with her back turned.

"Yes I know I need to drop off this package." Replying back.

Amber was lying in bed in their bedroom, as he exited, making his way to the garage.

Not before peaking in on his, "little monster" in the other room. 

He was sleeping in this morning. "Thank God!" Graham thought.

Graham Tyson ran an online business, and worked along side with eBay. 

It kept food on the table but he was always doing side jobs 

 in photography for extra money.

The garage was packed full of stuff. Graham pressed the button for the door,                                                         to open up some space. The sun was "a little perky" this morning, Graham thought.

Rummaging through his keep, he found the package, that was wrapped up last night.

Just then, he gazed up to notice his neighbor Cindy, backing up out of her driveway.

She looked in a rush, swinging her car in a jerking, fast motion.

"Must be late this morning," Graham uttered out. Also noticing that she was looking

down at her phone at the same time.

Just as he turned away and reached for the garage door button, 

he heard an eerie screech and a slight thud. A sound any automobile driver

was familiar with. Graham hustled his way to the driveway when he met, 

in the distance, an hysterical screaming lady, with her eyes wide, all white.

Graham ran up faintly surprised. Some cars were blocking his view, as he

approached the direction the crazed woman ran to. Cindy and the lady

Graham had never met before, were both hovering over a mangled little boy. 

It didn't appear the boy was breathing. Without a flinch of hesitation, Graham 

knew just what to do, for he had taken medical classes a few years back.

"Step aside mam," he said in a respectful, heroic tone. 

He was already on his back, head slightly turned. He began to give him 

CPR. He had two lady's behind him crying rivers. The lady began to shout

and push Cindy, "How could you do this?" As Graham remained calm.

Just then, the boy began to breathe, making snorting sounds. 

"Call 911 hurry," Graham panicked out. Cindy volunteered.

Graham made sure their were no bleeding outs, and sharp bones. 

Their was no need for a tourniquet, he was relieved to know.

Before they knew it all emergency personnel arrived. 

"Oh my God Graham, Cindy exclaimed. 

"Cindy I saw you."

"What do you mean?"

"I saw you on your phone. I have to tell the police that.
What if it was Graham, JR. Cindy?" 

Graham had realized that he had seen the boy before. He came to play with his son.

His name was Allen.