Prepare Yourself A Thrilling New Piece Of Dave’s Book

Dave is an author; he has written a 3 book fantasy series called “The Demon Curse” which discovers the fantastical demon society and how they interact with the human world. One family in this human world has a child who is nervous and troubled. Will this child be the connection?

Now, Dave may or may not know that I am posting a portion of the book per week, like the installments that writers used to do. I post an installment once a week (until I get caught) so without further introduction I give you the eighth installment of The Demon Curse Series Book #1 entitled “Son of Ruin” written by David E. Hiatt.

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Chapter 2 The Strange Boy Installment 8

Jonathan glanced at the clock again. Fifteen minutes. He stood up and walked to his room. He’d bought a present for his brother and sat on his bed looking at the awkward wrapping job he had done on the small package. He could hear the gasps of the people on the TV show, oohing as the made-over woman emerged from backstage.

After some years, Jonathan and his parents came to a truce of sorts. After arriving home, they spent a set amount of time engaging their son, asking him questions, to which he nodded in agreement. Then after exactly twenty minutes, they hugged him and left him to the care of the nanny, who spent the rest of the evening feeding him, reading to him, bathing him, and putting him to bed.

Jonathan’s early childhood, although in no way lacking in food, books, and toys, felt detached and lonely. The nanny seemed to like him well enough. Her name was Whitney. She was young, in her early twenties, a little plump, with an even temperament, but somewhat self-absorbed in her social life, as most young girls are at that age.

She came from a big family from one of the western states. She was efficient in her care of Jonathan in the same way she cared for her phone and car. "Regular maintenance and cleaning kept things running well." Still, outside of the time his parents spent with him, he often felt isolated and on his own; apprehensive and uneasy most of the time.

One evening, when he was nearly four years old, typified his early life. While playing quietly with some blocks, he heard his dad listening to the news and discussing the events taking place in the country with his mother. The world seemed ominous and dangerous, and there was no one to give his childlike impressions perspective. There had been news of a company somewhere that had been closed down by the “Feds” and would cause trouble for the market. His father was angry and distressed, and his mother was upset.

The worry and dread made Jonathan feel nauseous. He began to dry heave and when his mother asked what was wrong, he said his stomach felt sick. Distracted, she called the nanny who had stepped out of the room.

“Why is he always sick?” His father asked.

“He’s anxious,” said his mother said, rolling her eyes.

His father turned and impatiently asked him, “What are you worried about?”

Jonathan had no answer. His heart was racing, and his hands felt clammy.

“You are such a worrier,” said his mother. “There is nothing to get so worked up about.”

Irritation and impatience flashed across his father’s face, which made Jonathan feel even worse. He wanted to say, “I know I’m a worrier, and it probably doesn’t make any sense, but I feel like I can’t get enough air, and my heart feels like it will beat out of my chest.” But instead, he stood there, looking at the floor, lips quivering.

Finally, his father called for the nanny again, “Take this child and find out what his problem is.”

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Feeling he had angered his father and not knowing how to control his anxious feelings made him feel even more miserable. Filled with dread, Jonathan curled up on his bed while the nanny went to get him some Tylenol to help him sleep.

There you have it. The eighth piece of the book. Let me know if you enjoyed this, want more, or anything else I can do to make it easier to read.

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