Evil Eyes Release Week - The Friend of a Child!

Your home is the safest place you know. Right? Not always. Sometimes, those we trust most bring in our worst nightmare.

The Friend of a Child:
His hands caress her shoulders. She tenses. He murmurs in her ear to relax. She can't. This is so wrong.
"I'm really nineteen," he whispers. "My sister is a huge liar."
Her instincts scream at her to run, but he's behind her, blocking her from escape. If only's race through her mind.
If only she'd talked to her husband about her feelings. If only she'd asked her son to take his creepy friend and leave. If only she wasn't so nice. If only she could learn to tell her adult children they had to give her some notice before showing up.
If only's wouldn't help her now. Nothing would. The safety and sanctity of her home had been invaded. She wasn't safe. The boy behind her, and he was boy no matter his protestations that he was of the age of legal consent, wouldn't leave her alone. The constant touches, the whispers of illicit adventures that turned her stomach. How could she get away from him. She was at her desk, trying to work. He had her blocked from escape.
Thoughts of calling the police to get this freak out of her home flitted through her mind – briefly. She immediately dismissed them. She was fifty, he was seventeen…or nineteen, she wasn't sure. All she knew was how it would look – a mother of eight, grandmother to a beautiful bevy of babies, and this boy would ruin everything.
She could feel the evil rolling off him. Hear his murmur of "I'll be back." Watched him stroll back to where her oldest son and his latest conquest (the evil boy's sister) hung out in the living room watching profanity littered shows with her eleven-year-old. She couldn't go out there and take away the remote, shut off the television, assert her parenting roll. There was only one thing to do now.
The creepy kid who thought he could control her had left her with an escape route. And she used it. Dashed down the stairs, found her husband on his computer. Explained the problem.
The look in the eyes of the man she loved told her everything. He walked up the stairs before her. Looked at the evil child, told him to pack his things. Glanced at his oldest son, said it was time to leave.
Four hours after the terror walked out of her home, she discovered it wasn't over. One of those three had stolen her license plate. How to explain this to the police?

Author Bio:

KC Sprayberry started writing young, first as a diarist, and later through an interest in English and creative writing. Her first experience with publication came when she placed third in The Freedoms Foundation at Valley Forge contest while in the Air Force, but her dedication to writing came after she had her youngest child, now in his senior year of high school.
Her family lives in Northwest Georgia where she spends her days creating stories about life in the south, and far beyond. More than a dozen of her short stories have appeared in several magazines. Five anthologies feature other short stories. She has three books that are Amazon best sellers: Softly Say Goodbye, Who Am I?, and Mama's Advice. Her other novels available are: Take Chances, The Ghost Catcher, Family Curse … Times Two, Secret From The Flames, Where U @, The Wrong One, Pony Dreams, and Grace.



Lisa is so ready for a break from the grueling first semester of college. Along with five other friends, she returns to Landry, and hopes to have nothing but fun. Within days, one of the group is the victim of a vindictive stalker, and Lisa herself is now in the man's sights. No matter what she does, she can't shake this person.
Fred has a little problem, but he figures he can take care of it himself, if he achieves fame with his folk rock band, Olney-Oak Lane Sounds. Then he happens to see this beautiful woman, who turns out to be just like every other woman he's met. He takes care of her, and is immediately drawn to Lisa. No one will get between Fred and Lisa, absolutely no one.
On Christmas Eve, Lisa has to fight for her life and sanity after Fred kidnaps her. She turns out to be very different from the other women, in a way he never figured.


The person who sent this is Lisa Andres – a beauty queen, a person who looks like she'll never laugh at him, a gorgeous girl that he can be proud to sing to at his concerts. He trudges away with Christine's phone tucked into a pocket. No one will find this lying bitch. She's nothing. She's forever gone.
Lisa occupies Fred's mind now. Lisa is his new girlfriend. Lisa will soon know this.
"No one will stop me from getting to my Lisa." Fred pulls out the iPhone and stares at her picture. "So beautiful. Beautiful face. Beautiful red hair – like fire. She's all mine."